Six Feet Under the Table

My husband surprised me by taking the whole day off work, so we took the kids to our FABULOUS new library before bed. When we got there, Toddler Boy went straight for the train table where he took things apart and immediately asked us to put them back together about a million times. And though, truth be told, it annoys me to reassemble the same poorly designed object over and over again, he was having so much fun. Then before long, another little boy joined the table. I'm guessing he was about 3, and he didn't speak English. And I just sat there and watched them interact in the most innocent way, neither of them noticing any sort of barrier. Toddler Boy would ask (ever so politely), "May I play with that, please?" and point at whatever it was he was talking about. (If you guys even knew how proud I was of my boy... there are no words to describe it.) The other boy would sweetly place whatever train/figure/piece it was into my son's hand. He would look my son in th...

Life has been a bit on the busy side. I used to think that having two kids was easier than having one. Then yesterday, I had just one of the kids, and I realized, nope—one is definitely easier. In the last four months, Baby Girl has started laughing and babbling. She's learning to eat pureed food and follow people with her smiling eyes across the room. She's an absolute joy. (Except at 2a, but that just comes with the territory.) Toddler Boy has developed a very active imagination. His trucks now have story lines and one is always "dribing home." He's very observant, and like every 2-year-old boy, listens to every word we say and repeats it. This boy has my heart, and he knows it. Between the "I lub you back!" and "I missed you, Mommy!" ... I am in trouble. And so are all your daughters. In the midst of all the gushing, real life exists. Baby Girl is trying to get a grip on this whole growing thing. She requires more food than her brother d...