There will come a day when you want to kill each other, little ones.
When that happens, look back on these photos and remember how much you love each other, too.
Behavior
December 18, 2012
August 31, 2012
Crying over spilled milk
You informed me that you spilled your milk but wanted to clean it up yourself. I rose to get her paper towels, but you said, “No, Daddy. I’ll do it.”
I sat back down and resumed my work while you cleaned up your mess, unprompted and unassisted, which doesn’t happen often.
When I checked on you later, this was what I found:
You didn't clean up all of the milk, and you don’t seem to understand where the paper towels should end up when the job is finished, but it’s progress.
August 22, 2012
August 19, 2012
A great day and a scary moment
We spent the day at the beach near Nani and Gramps house today, little one, and you had a glorious time. You spent almost the entire time in the water with me and with Gramps, and when it came time to leave, you were less than enthusiastic about our departure.
This is a nice way of saying you screamed and cried like a baby.
We did, however, have one moment of consternation. You ran into the water at one point and fell over, landing face first in about eighteen inches of water. You could have stood up with relative ease, but instead, you remained face down in a dead man’s float. I was about ten feet away and got to you quickly, but it felt like an eternity, and it was long enough to launch the lifeguards from their chairs as well.
You were fine. You had held your breath while underwater and didn’t even choke on any of the lake.
Still, it was scary. I ‘m not sure why you didn’t just put your feet down and stand up, and you were unable to explain why, but it’s something we will be working on in the future.
Other than this one moment of drama, a great day for all, little one.
August 17, 2012
August 16, 2012
Doctor Clara is always in the house
Ever since your friend, Sadie, introduced you to the television show Doc McStuffins, Mommy and I have been subjected to numerous checkups at the hands of a less-than-gentle, exceptionally repetitive, demanding doctor named Clara.
The checkups are almost always identical in terms of what you do, what you discover and what you prescribe, and while it can be unbelievably cute at times, the sixth checkup of the afternoon can begin to get a little old.
I never thought I’d say it, but I miss Dinosaur Train.
August 15, 2012
Relief at last
After almost nine weeks of insisting on being held at all times (except when sleeping), you have finally decided that you can be happy outside of our arms, little one. The bouncy seat, with its plastic birds, repeating music and flashing lights, has captivated your interest in the same way it captivated your sister’s interest three years ago.
It’s not that we don’t like to hold you, little one. It’s just that holding you all the time makes it difficult to accomplish anything.
We’re happy that you are finally finding comfort in the presence of molded plastic as well.
August 08, 2012
Just when everything was going so well…
This is perfect example of life with two children as opposed to one, little ones:
Just when one of you is happy, something goes wrong with the other one.
Not all the time, of course, since the two of you have proven to be exceptionally easy in terms of managing you.
Unfairly easy, some might say.
But the possibility for trouble doubles with two little ones in the house, as this video demonstrates perfectly.
A change for the better
You’re almost perfect, little Charlie. My only complaint with you so far is your desire to be held at all times. Unlike your sister, who would sit in a bouncy seat for hours without complaint, you are much happier in the arms of Mommy or myself. While I’m perfectly happy to hold you, I have a lot to get done and could use a break from time to time.
Recently, however, you seem more willing to chill out on your own, and part of the reason could be your newfound interest in items that hang, like the winged bear in this video, a ceiling fan, a chandelier and the like.
This is good. Daddy has a book to finish.