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Life’s been rather hectic lately, so I haven’t stopped to take as many photos of the girls as usual. I assure you they’ve been their normal photogenic selves, but I’ve just been delinquent in documenting their every grin and grimace. So tonight, instead of regaling you with a tale of toddlerhood, I’ll leave you with this real-time image of my sleeping beauties. Sometimes when life is so busy, it’s nice to stop and cherish these quiet moments. I’m so thankful for these slumbering bundles of joy.
For quite a few months now, Becky and I have been having a battle of wills. When she eats, she will often put something in her mouth that she later regrets, such as vegetables. And so, instead of swallowing them, or spitting them out, she simply clamps her mouth shut and hopes it disappears. She will even do this with a food she normally likes, but that she’s simply had enough of. Tonight, after eagerly consuming a wedge of raspberry dessert, she asked for more and I gave her an additional sliver. Apparently, those few extra calories put her over the edge, because she put that extra piece in her mouth and there it stayed. And stayed. I refused to let her out of her highchair until she opened her mouth so I could remove the remainders, but she stubbornly would not oblige. She sat for a half an hour while Susie and I played and read books. I kept looking up at her forlorn face – it was clear she no longer wanted the food in her mouth, but she simply didn’t know what to do with it, and she wasn’t willing to let me help. I eventually went over and started tickling her neck, hoping to budge her into compliance. She started giggling with an open mouth and everything dribbled out. She was visibly relieved, and so was I. I’m not sure who won this particular battle. I’m the one who caved and didn’t let her sweat it out. But I didn’t have to pry open her mouth, which I’ve done in the past. This girl has an iron will. And an iron jaw! Jim got me a nifty toy today. It not only gives me the ability to see through walls, but also the power to see in the dark. And spy on my kids. Just call me “Super Agent Mom.†It’s a video monitor for the nursery, so I can see what the girls are up to without them seeing me. I’m looking forward to using this miraculous invention to see what’s going on upstairs when they’re supposed to be napping. They have some awfully rowdy parties up there, and now I’ll be able to tell who instigates the giggling, who initiates the toy-throwing, and who makes faces at whom. I’ve always wanted to be a “fly on the wall,†and now I can! Thanks hon, for giving me the gift of my very own spy-cam!
At least they were sharing my shoes with each other, if not with me!
For Easter, my mom sent us a book that had been a favorite of mine as a young child, Quick as a Cricket by Audrey Wood. It was a huge hit with the girls. Not only do they enjoy the beautiful illustrations, but they love it when I act out the words. For example, I roar vigorously at the line, “I’m as loud as a lion,†and drop my voice to a whisper for “I’m as quiet as a clam.†Jim read it to the girls for the first time the other night, and he didn’t disappoint them with his theatrics. For the record, his roar is much louder than mine!
This picture is the culmination of my inability to think of anything creative to do on a rainy day (OK, so it didn’t rain until the evening, but I just didn’t feel like going outside when it was so dreary-looking). I had already read with the girls, sang with them, danced with them, ate with them, and so out of desperation, I got out all of their stuffed animals and told them to line them up on the couch. Obeying pointless directions always seems to make them happy, so off they went. Then they asked to sit up on the couch with their animals, and since I can’t resist any photo that involves both girls doing something cute, I ran and grabbed the camera to take this picture. It may not be an exciting life here at our house, but we manage to smile all the same! What incentive do I have to organize the girls’ toy corner when they have so much fun diving into the mess?
Nothing brings sisters closer together…than a little TV time at Bubba’s house.
Susie’s new favorite pastime is singing softly to herself or to her toys. I’m proud to present Susie’s first music video (you’ll have to forgive her initial shyness – she’s not used to performing in front of a camera…or maybe she just likes a grand entrance!):
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