Tub Love
These Days
A couple weeks ago N wanted to write down the things H knows how to do, so I told her the letters and she wrote them:
She also helped Grandma with the dishes this evening:
And yesterday, H showed her bark:
She’s not only all bark, though, as this video from last week shows:
H Signs
H is learning to sign.
The other day as she was feeding herself red beet chunks, she even signed to herself “more,” then grabbed another handful.
And earlier this week M even saw H talking in her sleep–again, “more.”
Artists in Residence
She’ll Be a Reader
…and with good reason, as shown even back in August:
Amazing Parenting Skills: My Story of Success
Pre-Crawl Drive and A Minute-Forty-Two Minuet in H
‘Eard
Last week we celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary which was yesterday. I planned and kept the evening a secret from M right up to the last minute for each of its three stages: watching The Help, visiting a mall shop, and eating out.The back story: A month or two ago M and I had a discussion about having midlife crises. I first said I’d probably buy a minivan for mine, but she told me I’d better not, so I said maybe instead I’d get my ears pierced. I forget what she said back, maybe, “Me, too,” or maybe, “Whatever.”That’s when I got the idea for the anniversary date, and when we picked up our daughters after our anniversary celebration, everyone oohed and aahed over M’s newly pierced ears.As for mine, N had this to say: “Only women look pretty with earrings, but not men.”
First Food
