Under the wire

I figure if I write something here and get it posted tonight, I’ll have managed to update more this month in all of last year combined. Let’s hear it for accomplishing lofty goals! Right, okay…so three whole updates is not exactly a massive effort, but it’s better than nothing. It’s frustrating - every single day there’s something that I tell myself I won’t want to forget, but somehow finding the time to actually write it down ends up falling off the bottom of my to-do list before the day is over.

Abby is three, and it’s both the most frustrating, exasperating age yet and also really fun and amazing. She’s such a little personality now, and she makes me laugh every day with her creativity, her imagination, and her observations of the world. Example: tonight after bedtime stories she told me that she would grow bigger and bigger and bigger and then she can sit in the big chair and work on the big computer. I should grow smaller and smaller so I can sit on her lap. Then she will put her princess CD in the computer and we will “sing together happily and clap our hands.” Then I should get bigger and bigger and hold her again so she can be my tiny baby. I love that she comes up with these stories that give me just a little peek at what’s going on in her busy little head!

Caroline is almost four months old, and already I miss my squishy little baby. She’s full-on in “grab everything” mode right now, but in that maddening place where she grabs on but can’t figure out how to let go of something when she’s done. Instead she just screams until someone comes to rescue her from the awful fate of Continuing to Hold On. When she’s not busy grabbing everything in reach (or trying for what’s actually out of reach) she loves just looking around and studying the world. It’s so fun to watch her develop and start to see how she and her big sister are alike - and how they’re different. I’ll admit that I’m really glad that they don’t really look much alike at this stage - Abby is so blonde and fair, and Caroline has her father’s darker hair and coloring. If nothing else, it’s a subtle reminder to me that they are different and I can’t necessarily expect her to be just like her sister at every step of the game. Nothing like having expectations to give you a quick slap in the face as a parent!

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