So I took Lucy to see the pediatric dentist last Monday. Turns out when she dove into the treadmill the previous week she pushed back both her top front teeth, but one is worse than the other, and is a little loose. Luckily Lucy can still bite correctly. If her teeth had moved 1 mm farther, she wouldn’t be able to close her teeth together and the dentist would have to “do something about it.” An x-ray revealed nothing broken and no apparent damage. So we just have to wait about 6 weeks and the tooth should firm up and…
Once upon a time, in this post, I lamented Zoe and Lucy’s apparent lack of interest in creating art. Their attention span appeared non-existent and their interest was spotty at best. This was hard on my ego because (a) I’m a graphic designer and (b) I’m a boring narcissist who is struggling to learn that my children are not me and that no one but me expects them to be. Anywho. Narcissism notwithstanding, here’s something about me I bet you didn’t know: Just in case you can’t read it, the teacher wrote in the corner: “This is mama when she…
So yesterday, we were getting ready to leave Charlotte to go back to Durham after a quick one-day visit (to see my dad, who is doing great, btw). I finish packing the car and head upstairs to get the girls who are playing on my parents’ treadmill. Lucy wants to show me “One More Thing” and she turns to get on the treadmill. Instead, she trips over my mom’s foot and lands face first on the base of the treadmill. Her lip is split wide open and her top front tooth has been pushed back. We get ready to go…
Bob’s new mission in life is to teach Zoe and Lucy how to make their beds in the morning. Today the girls decided they didn’t have enough stuffed animals to sleep with, because, really, who doesn’t get a little lonely in the wee hours when you only have 3 animals in your bed? So each bed received two more animals, carefully chosen and named and tucked in tight. Then they helped Bob make our bed. Noting the absence of animals altogether, they gave each of us two nighttime friends of our own. Here’s what they chose for me: Here’s what…
Lucy: (Carrying bag of Newman’s Ginger-O’s cookies) “Mama. Can you open this for me?” Me: (It’s not even 8 am yet.) “Well, you have to ask Papa. I don’t know how much breakfast you ate.” Lucy: “I aaaaaate… THIRTY POUNDS of breakfast. Can I have one cookie?”
Zoe: “Mama. I’ve got something soooo funny to tell you. Are you ready?” Me: “Yes. I’m ready.” Zoe: “In my own own house, I’ve got twoooo doors!!” Me: “Two doors??” Zoe: “Yes. Twooo doors.” Me: “What do you do with twooo doors?” Zoe: “I go out and in.” Me: “How do you know which door to go out of and which door to go in?” Zoe: “It’s easy. The pink door is for in. And the red door is for out.”
1. Zoe — Lying in bed with us this morning. “Mama. I feel sick. I don’t like being on a planet.” – – – – – – – – – – 2. Lucy — Passover is coming. Bob: “Do you know who Moses is?” Lucy: “Yes. He had a big stick. And when he picked it up, the water moved out of the way. And all the people said ‘Hurry hurry, run through!’ And when he put the stick down, the water came back. And the King Pharaoh coudn’t swim and he drownded. Because he was meeee-eeeean.”
Well, dooce has done it again Like that overly-referenced butterfly in Asia creating a typhoon in America with a simple flutter of its technicolor wings, dooce may have created a bloggy tidal wave with her post about letting Leta cry it out (CIO for non-parents). It’s only just beginning, but I suspect we will see some big wreckage in the days to come. I was preparing to treat you all to a treatise on why CIO is a totally different ball of earwax when you have twins. I was going to talk about how the sleep deprivation endured by parents…
Me: Taking a bite of Zoe’s neck. “Is it alright if I take a bite of your neck?” Zoe: “No. It’s not.” Me: “Why not?” Zoe: “Because then I will not have any head.” Me: “Oh no. That’s no good.” Zoe: “No. It would not be good if I don’t have any mouth or any eyes. So don’t do it.” Me: “Okay.”