Life with a Toddler

That’s life

April 10, 2012

Oh hey look! A blog post. Actually this was just a test to see if I even remembered my password to get into this site. Turns out I do. I guess that’s the upside to using one of the same three passwords for every. single. thing. I’d like to say I’ve recommitted myself to writing [...]

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Two

February 2, 2012

Sometimes I think she’s going to be two forever.  Or two going on 13, as it is.  Tonight, Chessa looked at me square in the face, right after I told her I was not going to be banished to my bedroom while she and Craig and Cole played in the living room.  “Mommy is going [...]

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Delay of game

January 3, 2012

“But I CAN’T take a bath because I have to go downstairs!” she insisted with tears streaming down her face and a voice at a level that was dangerously close to waking up her I just got him to sleep little brother. I handed her the doll she got for Christmas, the one made for [...]

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So this is what my wit’s end looks like.

November 27, 2011

“We had a rough day today, didn’t we, buddy?” I said to my youngest.  He’s teething, fighting a cold and getting pushed around by his big sister.  The day wasn’t much better for Chessa.  She spent it fighting the same cold, getting put in time out more times than I have fingers on one hand [...]

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I guess she’s still Daddy’s girl.

November 14, 2011

“BA!” he says as I spoon mouthfuls of pureed carrots into his open mouth. “BA BA BA BAAAA”  “Cole, say Momma, ” I coach back. “MA MA. MAAA MAAA.  MAAAAAA  MAA.  From behind me the tiny little voice of my two-year-old pipes up.  “Cole Michael, say DA DA!” Sigh.  Thanks, kid.   

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Sick day

November 9, 2011

I sink into the pillow top mattress and pull the covers up to my chin. I wince at the pain that comes when I swallow and hope that the medicine and a good nap will help feel better.  I hear the footsteps before I see the door open. In steps my husband.  In his arms [...]

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Triage.

October 31, 2011

I lift the babies out of their cribs, trying to keep the hurry out of my voice and my eyes off the clock.  Cole is so anxious to be held that he bangs his head on the crib rails trying to pull himself up. “Just a second, buddy,” I say as I turn off the [...]

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Perhaps I imagine wrong

October 24, 2011

Downstairs the microwave beeps for a fifth or sixth time. Insistent on announcing that the water I heated for tea nearly ten minutes ago is now ready. Has been ready. On the bed, the baby squirms and cries. Getting his diaper changed is such an inconvenience these days.  I hear footsteps, proceeded by the smack [...]

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Explaining brothers and sisters to a 2-year-old

October 14, 2011

Perhaps she’s a little young. But the conversation led us here: Me:  No, honey, Cole is not your sister. Cole is your brother.  Because Cole is a boy so that makes him a brother. And Daddy is a brother to Aunt Cindy because Daddy is a boy.  Chessa:  Stares at me blankly. Me:  Do you understand? [...]

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Big sisters make everything better

October 10, 2011

Vaccines are rough on my boy. I don’t know if it’s the medication making him out of sorts or the shots making his leg sore, but it never fails that the night of Cole’s checkups are a little rough.  I thought we were out of the woods with the most recent round of vaccines when [...]

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