Did somebody call a TV repairman?
How about a TV repairwoman?
Looks like somebody’s sitting down on the job!
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What could make splashing in the pool on a warm summer’s day even more fun?
Sharing a towel with your sister!
All my life, my favorite meal has been breakfast. I love plain old cereal and milk. And all through my childhood, I would happily sit at our kitchen table with my bowl and read the backs of cereal boxes. Or the daily comics. Or mail that was sitting nearby. Anything, as long as I could read something mindless while slurping my Cinnamon Toast Crunch and milk. I’ve now graduated to reading the opinion page of the Wall Street Journal on my computer while I wolf down toast or Cheerios, but apparently I’ve passed on my habits to my daughter. I saw Susie sitting at our table the other day and laughed at how much she reminded me of myself.
Although I don’t remember wearing backpacks while eating! One of Becky’s favorite pastimes is making up words. I often catch her flipping through the pages of a book, “reading” the pages in a gibberish known only to her. The other day, she spouted off some nonsensical sentence and I asked her to interpret it for me. “It’s Spanish,” she replied confidently. I don’t think Dora the Explorer is teaching her very well. Today, I asked her to share some of her Spanish words with the camera. If you ask me, the language sounds closer to someone wearing lederhosen in the Alps, not a sombrero in the desert. Perhaps she’ll celebrate Oktoberfest during Cinco de Mayo? The possibilities are endless. A few weeks ago, I took Becky and Susie for their three-year check-up at the pediatrician’s office. They were treated like big kids, not babies. The whole process was night and day different than their check-up a year ago. Now, their weight was measured on a standing scale, their height taken against the wall. They had to answer questions about the images on cards for a vision screen (and I had to muzzle one girl at a time so she wouldn’t answer for her sister), and sit for a hearing screen. They had their blood pressure taken with a cuff. They even got to change into gowns while we were waiting for the doctor.
Becky thought the whole process was quite entertaining.
Susie was much more nervous and hesitant about everything, but I do think she took comfort in Becky’s confidence.
As I suspected, the girls are quite big for their age. Becky measured 3 ft. 2.75 in. tall (90th percentile), and Susie measured 3 feet 1.25 in. tall (I think this was closer to 75th percentile). Becky weighed 34 lbs. and Susie came in at 31 lbs., and if I recall correctly, they were between 50th-75th percentile for weight. The doctor was very pleased with all their progress, and even commented that it was hard to believe these little preemies had grown so much. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was praying for them to chunk up in utero? Now I find myself wishing I could squish them down a bit to keep them my little girls! I’ve had lots of help giving Jimmy his baths lately. The bathing process is a bit more drawn-out when the girls are assisting; they use many more washcloths and squirts of soap than I do, and the kitchen counter and floor generally need to be mopped immediately after.
But as a result, Jimmy gets squeaky clean (and so does the kitchen).
And as an added bonus, I think he likes the company. |
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