Lately, Sophie jumps. Everywhere. All the time. Over everything. So it makes sense that she would eventually jump over something she shouldn’t—like, the boys. Upon witnessing this last night, Andy said, “Sophie, don’t jump over the boys.” Tonight, Sophie jumped over Andy’s guitar. Upon witnessing this, Andy said, “Sophie! Don’t ever, ever, ever jump over my […]
I often make deals with Sophie, in order to avoid tantrums. For example, “Sophie, let’s make a deal. If you eat five more green beans, you can have dessert. Deal?” Or, “Sophie, let’s make a deal. If you pick up your toys and go potty and wash your hands, we’ll go to the park. Deal?” […]
Sophie always has known the age-old bedtime story ritual. We started when she was very young. I have fond memories of reading to her at dusk, immediately following our last nursing session of the day. She always snuggled into us, calm, attentive, happy. Still, reading to her at nap and bedtime are two of my […]
The Easter Bunny hid Sophie’s basket under the dining room table, which, coincidentally, is Sophie’s favorite hiding spot. The boys’ baskets were hidden behind throw pillows. Sophie was very eager to help find them. Grandma and Paw Paw mailed a package filled with Easter cards and goodies, which the children loved. Owen and James enjoying […]
When Sophie feels the boys are doing something she perceives to be terribly wrong she begins screaming “No, Owen! No, James! No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!” When that doesn’t work, she finds me. The conversation typically goes something like this: Sophie: “Mommy! Mommy! Mom! MOM! MOOMMM!” Me: “What, Sophie?” Sophie: “Come quick! Owen […]
“It’s double the giggles and double the grins, and double the trouble if you’re blessed with twins.” —author unknown
“What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars’ worth of pleasure.” —Gene Perret
Dear Sophie, For months you’ve been talking about the Grand Party. We have no idea how this beautiful, all-consuming, dream-like event birthed in your brain, but you’ve talked about it and talked about it. Some details were ever-changing, others, quite specific: There were to be two cakes—a pink one and a purple one. The decorations […]
March 30, 2008 March 30, 2009 March 30, 2010 March 30, 2011 “Everyone is the age of their heart.” —Guatemalan proverb
The boys, suddenly, love solid food. Seemingly overnight they’ve transitioned to it, no longer gagging, no longer choking. Perhaps they’ve decided they’ve frightened me with their inability-to-breath-face-turning-odd-shades-of-color antics enough. And, as usual, the immense amount of worry that has bounced around my brain (Why are they 11 months old and not able to handle a […]
