We went to Little T's graduation ceremony where he didn't graduate from preschool, but some of his classmates did. Little T sang the songs with gusto ( Read more... )

Every night Little T and Special K have a cuddle with me.  It lasts about thirty seconds to a minute.  Every night I ask them "What's your favorite part of your day?" "Having my cuddle" they answer quickly.  They also tell me other good parts of their days ( Read more... )

This is her second nonpicture book. She finished Charlotte's Web a couple days ago ( Read more... )

Special K lost her first tooth last night AND second tooth today.  The tooth fairy came and gave her a dollar coin of John Adams this morning and a blank card with imaginary writing.  Photos to follow if there's interest.  

Special K has loved pink and now purple clothing ever since she could point and therefore indicate her clothing preference. And yes she loves flowers and honestly the most femme clothing ever ( Read more... )

Special K has a loose tooth.  I'm afraid that C and my initial reaction was "Isn't she too young to have a loose tooth?"  A little anxiety as I google "age lose teeth ( Read more... )

Little T and Special K yell and push and shove. I tell them it's not okay to do that in a restaurant and "use your words". Suddenly Little T says "hug [Special K]". She refuses. He cries. He shoves her. She says "no [Little T]. Don't shove." Little T says "okay." Then Special K hugs Little T. Little T says "Sit [Special K] lap." She hauls ( Read more... )

Two days ago I had a special hatred in my heart for parents in my area who won't immunize their children ( Read more... )

Little T has started trotting.  And suddenly we're in the "OMG I must rush quickly or he will hurt himself" stage of toddlerhood.  A good stage in that he can move a lot quicker.  He can also stand on his tiptoes.  He now uses two hands to ride trikes and bouncy airplanes ( Read more... )

Special K turns five today.  I wish I had in me today to compose something eloquent about what a smart and sweet kid she is.   But my colon is still too angry with me and I don't want to do a half-assed job (literally and figurately).   I went to her preschool today, aching and sore and managed not to sit on those little chairs.  I admired her ( Read more... )