Well, it's official. Braden was so generous to share his extra slide and we now have colored plastic in our backyard. This is for me like getting the mini-van, or the first family home is for some. The "When did I become my parents?". My parents had a Little Tikes yellow and orange picnic table as their coffee table for about ten years. I now understand why. We have no coffee table. We prefer to pour things directly onto the carpet - eliminate any intermediate steps, and dishes.
Poor Olivia...only four months, but I was nervous that her long hair was really impairing her sight. So I took to her with Leah's hair-cutting shears. I have never given a haircut. I can barely braid. It wasn't pretty. But it's out of her eyes...
And my sister has the world's smallest. And I have the small children in between?
Ruthie came to Williamsburg with her tiny Yorkie Puppy, Juan Bobo on Saturday. Yes, his name is Juan Bobo. It's a long story involving the deep grooves of our Puerto Rican heritage. Sophia was kind enough to share her pacifier with him and for some reason he felt very comfortable peeing on our floors. It's like that's what they're there for...
Sophia wanted to demonstrate that she can roll and scoot as well.
As Olivia matures, some competition has already begun to occur. What is interesting is that Sophia often won't articulate that she, Sophia, does not want Olivia to do something (with the exception of this common statement: Mommy, put Olivia down and hold Sophia.) Sophia often uses one of her Sesame Street alter-egos to express her frustration:
"Grover does not want Olivia in the baby swing."
"OLIVIA CANNOT GO IN THE JOHNNY JUMP UP! IT'S ELMO'S TURN!"
One of my favorite roles in being a mother is Explainer of the Ordinary. The Explainer has covered many topics recently such as paper cuts, falling down, bathtub drains, and shower curtains. This week when the stomach flu arrived at our house The Explainer faced a new dramatic challenge. On Sunday night Sophia threw up for the first time in her memory. She did so while sitting on the chair with me and Olivia, all over me and Olivia. My first thought (and constant Mom strategy): do not act alarmed. This was a challenge. I find vomit very alarming. I always have. I don't do it much. Every time, even as an adult I cry and need someone to hold back my hair. Second reflex: Stay positive. The following exchange occured:
Sophia throws up,
Sophia: What did Sophia just do? (obvious use of 3rd person in intense situations)
Nina (covered in it): Oh Sophia you just threw up (unalarmed ) It's when your tummy hurts and sends stuff out of your mouth. (explanation) It's okay! We all throw up! (positive)Mommy throws up! Daddy throws up! Everyone throws up!
Sophia: (growing more excited) Elmo throws up! Grover throws up!
Nina: (laying poor vomit-covered Olivia down) Yay for throw up!
sidenote: Campbells Dora the Explorer Chicken Noodle Soup was a legitimate meal for me multiple times this week. Two steps back in the Organic Mom Race.