yummy days

She chooses her thumb over the giraffe.

“It’s better,” feels Emma.

Soft caterpillar in hand

her head bobs on chubby shoulders

wide-eyed and drooling

squeezed into her green Bumbo

her toes and feet dancing in the air

soft skin under older hands.

Uh-oh, forgot it at drop-in

This story has been spreading around family and friends so I will post it here for you.  Elizabeth (Ellie)  – now 2 and a half –  had returned home fr0m Elle’s house, where she spends Monday thru Thursdays.  I was changing her diaper on the couch.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Elle takes Elizabeth to Roden drop-in.  On this certain day, Ellie left the house in the morning wearing a butterfly necklace which she had made at Elle’s house.  I noticed that the necklace was missing so I asked her, “Where is your necklace?”  Elizabeth paused and thought for a moment before she smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead and exclaimed, “Oh Fuck!”  She rolled her eyes and said plainly, “forgot it at drop-in.”

In a Downton Abbey world…

Ellie and I continuously debate our roles in the family.  She says, “I’m the Boss,” and I tell her that “I am the Boss and that she is just bossy.”  What I know for sure is that I am now the Lady of the house.  However; I am also the Lady’s maid, housekeeper, nanny, butler, footman, valet, gardener, cook and even, the lowly Daisy.  I just wish I had a talented British writer to prepare witty dialogue so I could speak like the Dowager Countess whose role I am happy to leave out as of now. 


Oh, you are too funny!

I found a pair of sunglasses this afternoon in a gift bag that was overlooked earlier.  We have received so many gifts for both you and Emma and sadly, I have not been able to keep track of them as they seem to disappear into your room or my closet before I get to really look at them.  I opened this bag and there were the sunglasses obviously intended for you.

“Oh, sunglasses!  Thank you, Mamma!”  you said and put them on while standing on my bed and looking in the mirror.  “Now I can drive my car,”  then you paused before adding, “but where is my car?”

Welcome Emma!

You are here!  I am so happy to see you.  You are love in my arms.  We were not sure you would arrive so it is with sweet relief that I snuggle with you.  From the moment I saw your face I was smitten.  Dadda held you near my right side but I had to wait until the surgery was finished and they were moving me out of the OR that I had the pleasure of holding you.  You wanted to be held the rest of our stay in the hospital and were a little fussy with Matt.  Elizabeth visited you that evening and she loved you without hesitation or jealousy.  She was also worried about Mamma’s “Owwwy Boo-boo” or simply, “Owwwy.”  She watched my nurse, Christine change my bandage from Dadda’s arms at the end of the bed in our private room at East General.  Elizabeth was very brave and excepting of the entire process of welcoming you, Emma, into the world.  I am so proud of her.  You are terribly lucky to have a big sister like Elizabeth and I am so excited to watch you grow together as best friends.  But, how different you are!  Emma with your mass of dark, and we believe curly, hair while Elizabeth was bald with faint blonde fuzz until 8 months.  Elizabeth was a mere 5.9 while you were born at a normal 7.6 and are now over 11.3.  It may be differences such as these that unite the two of you and make your relationship ever so sweet.  So much to learn and experience from each other!  Well, enough of the future because I just want to freeze today.


I hope that you are still able to read this particular form of Old English when you grow up, Ellie.  I just went to Twitter for the first time to check in on the latest media craze which is Charlie Sheen and I could not understand some of the text within the stream.  Language has now become a mishmash of symbols, smiley faces and letters.  I am so far only teaching you the alphabet, A-Z.  It is really interesting how technology is changing our language.  Written communication has become short and direct.  Nobody sends traditional mail anymore unless you are sending/receiving a Thank you or Invitation.  I hope that you are not already distracted by your brain wanting to jump to task on to something else… multi-tasking… but I will end here anyway because that is exactly what I am doing. 🙂

Your little friend, Theo

I love the way your little legs wobble as you run.  I took you to Ikea to see our friends, Maria and Theo, who you have known since birth.  Theo was born 3 weeks after you.  Your friendship began on a mat staring up at dangling ocean objects and the two of you would drool and coo the time away.  You love to go to Maria’s house because we start with a lengthy drive to Thornhill and when we get there you are amazed by the floor space and amount of new toys.  Also, Maria, always feeds you something new and you like eating with Theo.  The two of you are absolutely adorable together.  Yesterday, we met at Ikea and instantly you lit up when their cart pulled up next to ours.  You recognized them immediately!  We pushed you both around the store and while waiting for a custom order – for Maria in kitchens – we let you out of the carts only to watch you run together toward anything and everything.  Theo squeals like a little girl and his legs are just as wobbly as yours but you are now the same height.  We watched, laughing, as you ran together to explore the store.  It is moments like this that I cherish your age and want to freeze you in this time.  I wish I had had a video camera to capture your flight with Theo.  Too cute!  Sadly, we will not see much of Theo and Maria because Maria has to return to work next week.  We are sad that our weekly interactions will come to a minimum.  I wonder how long it will be before you notice?