We’re still here and aside from a few ups and downs with day care (they sent my very healthy baby boy home today because of a runny bowel movement; he is ironically the healthiest he has been since birth), we are too happy to be as busy as we are.
We’re starting William out on solids beyond the cereal in his bottle, and I’m re-learning some old tricks. He prefers his winter squash warm, for instance. We’re not having a ton of luck with solids yet, but he knows what they are.
Here’s William discovering the exciting world of broccoli.
And, a sweet, pretty girl eating her own dinner. Every night, when it’s time to brush teeth, Clara says she wants to be a baby because I told her babies didn’t have teeth. Lately, my most successful approach to discipline has been to simply give Clara what she thinks she wants. Doesn’t want to brush teeth because she’d rather be a baby? Okay—try that formula and cereal mix and see if you’re ready to give up your chocolate-covered bananas for dessert. Don’t feel like reading books at night? Alright, let’s just go to bed. It’s strange how, almost always, she doesn’t really want what she thins she wants.
It was a chillier weekend, you know, like in the sixties. We still had a good time playing on the swingset, though.
It was also a weekend of acquisition. We emptied this large Rubbermaid container of books and acted on what turned out to be a brilliant idea by Aaron. A new bath tub for Clara. On special nights, we fill up the toddler spa for a bath you can actually sit in. Clara loves it.
We also got William a crib. In his twelve month clothes , he had outgrown his co-sleeper.
Clara had to show him immediately how much fun you can have in a crib. They like to hang out there together and listen to Bach on the mobile.
Clara got a new bath tub when the books got a new home—our first piece of customized furniture ever. We found a place when we were looking for a pantry that converted used furniture into “shabby” pieces of new furniture. At their warehouse, we spotted a old headboard that they converted into a book shelf with sliding doors. We’re pretty excited. Now, we just need some stuff on the walls . . .
I caught Clara reading Death of a Salesman and tried to snag a picture. Of course, she was quick to turn her head.
Off to sleep now. William still likes his visiting hours at 12:30 a.m. and 4:30 a.m..
Miss you all:)