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School has started!  Last week Sam had his first days of kindergarten, which he loved, but today is the first full day.  And, my master plan of getting Sierra to nap while he’s at school (11:20-2:05) worked! I may have over an hour+ of kid-free time at home most weekdays.   Amazing.  Look at me sitting here at my computer writing, even.  Tomorrow, I may pay some bills.  It’s exciting beyond belief.   But what is even MORE exciting is that yesterday we bought a tag-along for Sam that attaches to my bike.  It’s a nice Burley that can also accept paniers to carry groceries and stuff.  Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day which also happened to be the day of Sunday Streets, where they block off roads in a neighborhood and open them up to bikes and pedestrians.  And, it happened to be in our neighborhood this year! There was music, food and lots of people out and about.   The best part was riding up and down Hilyard, normally a busy street, on our bikes with no cars in our way.

I have been pondering how to ride with my two kids for a number of months now, and considered some fancy (and super-fun) options like an electric cargo bike.  Maybe someday, but we don’t have $3000 to put into a vehicle right now.  So I finally decided a tag-along for Sam with the front seat (goes under my handlebars) for Sierra would probably work fine.  And it does!  Though I have not tried getting groceries yet.

As usual, Sam did not want to try the shiny new bike when I petaled home from Arriving by Bike with it.  He wanted to play computer.  It was scary.  We were going too fast.  It took some serious prodding (and threats of lost computer time) but eventually we talked him into taking a short ride with us.  Ben came along, riding his bike by himself.  Well, the sea change in Sam’s attitude from start to finish was hilarious.  Once he got comfortable, he couldn’t stop talking about how much fun it was.  “Mom, this is sooooo fun!”  “Mom, can we ride this everywhere now?”  “Mom, are you having fun?”  “Mom, this is terrific!!” “Mom, you want a boost now?”  It was adorable and totally made my day.  I was having fun.  When Sam decides to petal, it really helps.  When he doesn’t I can still get us around fine.  The last hill before my house (which is very steep) I get off and push the bike up but that’s fine.  Sam gets off and walks (or runs ahead to unlock the door.)  Sierra loves biking too so I’m hoping from now on most days my car will rest in the carport while we get fresh air, exercise, and to and from our errands without expelling an ounce of carbon.

Sam was very excited to go to school today once he realized we were riding the bike.  It went so fast we took an extra spin around the block just for fun and to kill time.  Compared to walking, biking to and from school is going to save us a lot of time everyday.  Which is good since kindergarten is only 2.5 hours!  Okay, I’m off to accomplish one more thing before we pop back on the bike to pick him up.  Hopefully I’ll post a picture of us on our bike later today.

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Lammas

My camera is broken so my only hope for remembering the magic of today is to write some of it down. It’s Lammas, and the full moon. After planting a seed to gather at the river with ladies under the moon, I retreated into a different vision. Equally called to honor the day, I decided instead to focus on making an activity filled harvest celebration for my little ones. My ideas came from Circle Round and Celebrating the Great Mother (two beautiful books by five magical women.) Last night I read the chapters in both books on Lammas (Lughnasa) and filled a notebook page with ideas. I knew there were too many to do, but I wanted to do as many as was reasonable.

Baking bread with yeast is often a big part of honoring the mother earth and the beginning of the harvest. Cooking yeast bread with children, I learned, is a magic-filled ritual all by itself. Sam is in homesteading camp this week but I decided to keep him home today so we could spend the whole day together. Unfortunately I didn’t plan ahead well enough to have everything I needed on hand, so we had to go grocery shopping first thing after breakfast. Next time I’d plan ahead better and not waste that energy and time on shopping during a ritual day. It would be more fun to wake up with the ideas and materials ready so the entire day could be spent bringing them to life.

When we got back from the store I realized I had forgotten to buy the most critical ingredient: yeast. The recipe called for two packets and I found three in the fridge. Two were open and half-used and all three expired over a year ago. “Are you still alive little yeasties?” I wondered. It was tense for a while, wondering if our bread would rise. Sam mixed the yeast with warm milk, honey and brown sugar. Soon, it was frothy and full of bubbles so we knew the little guys were doing their thing. “Bubbles!” Sierra said as she peered into the bowl about an hour after mixing.

Sam helped me with the first mixing, but later he was occupied and Sierra helped mix in the flour. Both kids came in to knead the dough and add flour. I set them up with chairs on the glass-top stove, each with their own lump of dough. It started out pretty sticky but I put a half-cup filled with flour between them and pretty soon they had turned sticky dough into a silky storm of white powder. I added flour and kneaded the largest piece of dough in the bowl while I watched the kids enjoy sensory bliss with free access to both sticky dough and fluffy ground wheat. I oiled the bowl, put all three blobs inside and covered it with a cloth napkin. Then hands had to be washed, clothes changed, and kids shooed off to play while I cleaned up the flour snowstorm In the kitchen.

There was enough counter-and-kid-hand-contaminated flour to half fill a measuring cup. Later, when Sierra was sleeping and Sam and I headed out to harvest from the garden for the altar, we figured out what to use it for. An idea from my reading was to offer a little cornmeal to the plant spirits for each fruit, flower or seed harvested. He took to the idea and put the flour filled measuring cup in a basket so he could follow me and sprinkle as I cut. The most beautiful and interesting thing to go into our basket was the giant purple artichoke flowers. It’s glowing purple petals were iridescent and interesting to touch.

At Sam’s urging, I got in the kiddie pool with him on the deck while Sierra was still sleeping. I figured he was being a good sport about trying all my ideas for the day, I should do what he wanted for a while too. Water is always fun, but I’m kinda big to do much in that pool. The kids however, were in and out of the pool all day, always laughing and splashing as if water was the greatest thing on earth. Which, perhaps, it is.

Before putting the bread loafs in the oven we painted them with egg and sprinkled them with sesame seeds and oatmeal. This step was fun for Sam and nearly euphoric for Sierra. She was so excited she dumped the entire jar of sesame seeds into her hand, and ended up with the thickest seed layer I’ve ever seen on a loaf. I thought it might burn or something, but all the loafs came out great. The smell was amazing as they baked in the oven.

When Ben came home we barbequed green beans from the garden, corn, tofu, tempe, tri-tip, mushrooms and onions. And bread was delicious. It’s possible Sam ate his whole loaf and nothing else. After dinner I had imaged we’d do a simple ritual, but I was running low on energy and still eager to make a harvest doll from the afternoon’s gatherings with Sam. I started with corn husks for the body, added oregano for the arms, lemon balm and grape leaves for the skirt, accented with with white yarrow flowers. For the hair I stick variegated thyme into the corn husk head. Then stick in two dried cherries (still with stems) as eyes. I showed Sierra and she said, “Pretty doll!” and then gave it several hugs and kisses. A cherry eye fell off almost immediately, but the remaining stem made a smaller and even better eye.

The sun was setting and although I could have sat and woven dolls until the last photons had disappeared, I sensed it was time to head in. For a few moments we lingered on the deck and I watched Sierra play with the doll. As she made happy noises and clapped its oregano hands, for an instant it seemed magic had brought the figure to life.

Today gave me hope that I can build family traditions that engage the whole family and honor the earth mother and the ever-changing seasons. I would love to do a small family ritual at the end of a day like today, and perhaps next time I can plan ahead enough to make it happen. But even without a formal candle-lighting ceremony today was filled with ritual and connection to the earth.

Also, someday, I want to have a day like today and invite friends and family to join us. But for now, making a special day with just the kids and Ben was enough. When my friends are here I want to talk and listen to them, and hence spend less time focused on the kids. It felt right to make this day for the kids. And perhaps it was good that I couldn’t take a picture, because it kept me present with them in the moment. Next time though, I want to keep Ben home so he can be with us the whole day.

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Sierra at 20 months

It occurred to me the other day that when Sam was Sierra’s age, I wrote an in-depth blog about him at least every month.  Then I wondered, have I EVER written a blog about Sierra?  It reminds me of my mom telling me years ago that most families have hundreds of photos of their first child, and then maybe one or two of the second child.  Of course that was the days before digital photos, but its possible the same ratio applies today.  I didn’t understand WHY this was, however, until I had two kids.  Is it because you love them less.  NO!  Is it because they are less cute or interesting? NO!  Is it because the novelty of every teeny tiny developmental milestone has worn off? NO!  Then why is it you fail to document every precious moment of child #2’s life?  Because you’re too frigging busy!  I will make no comments about child #3, 4, 5, etc because I can not even fathom how those amazing mothers get through the day.

Anyway, Sierra, this one’s for you baby.  Sierra Boberra (as Sam and I lovingly call her) is 20 months old and quite possibly the most adorable baby-toddler that every lived (except of course Sam at her age and all the other baby-toddlers in the world.)  She loves balls, baby dolls (preferably naked ones), cooking (play food or real), dancing, running, doing yoga (she’s mastered down-dog using her head instead of her arms), books, Pingu and Signing Time, crafts, play dough, stroller rides, sandboxes and dirt of all kinds, water, people and kids, but most of all Sam, Papa and me.  She is the cuddliest little thing I’ve ever met and if someone else would just do the cooking and cleaning I’d go ahead and hug her all day long.

She’s very talkative these days, and often I can even understand what she’s saying.  These past weeks she’s been combining more than one word.  Today, I was having some chips and hummus and she climbed on my lap and used the same chip to take four big bites of hummus.  I decided a spoon was in order.  In between spoonfuls of garbanzo garlicky goodness she mastered the sentence: “More hummus.”  Her pronunciation of the word ‘hummus’ improved significantly by the time we’d cleaned out the tub.  She still can’t say s’s, so Sam is Am and Sierra is a finger pointing at herself.  Or, she says baby and rocks her arms making the sign for baby.  Of course baby can also mean a REAL baby, or, a baby doll.  She has many and often pushes them around the house in the doll stroller.  Her imaginative play with dolls and stuffed animals is remarkable.  She is a big fan of the play moblie set we got from a friend.  Sam was always more of a lego kid, but since watching Sierra he’s learned a few things and has even attached himself to a couple stuffed toys.  Cute to see big brother learning from little sis.

She loves kisses.  Kisses everywhere, but especially on the mouth.  I don’t think I taught her this, and Sam and I never really kiss on the mouth.  She however, loves kissing her mama’s mouth with big wet kisses and I’ve come to accept this form of affection.  I’m thankful we made it this winter cold-free and that she’s not a very snotty kid!  Before bed sometimes I’ll get four or five big wet ones right in a row.   Then, a big long hug and a finger pointing to her crib.  Time for sleep!  Both kids have been going to bed easy and sleeping great.  I’m so thankful, it’s been a long time coming.  She naps exactly (pretty much you could set your watch by it) two hours every afternoon, unless we’re at a party or on an outing or something.  And, sadly, wakes up every morning at 6:15am.  It’s fine with me because I leave for yoga class at 6am, but I wish she’s sleep a little longer for her Papa and brother’s sakes.

Many days she spends a good chunk of our at-home time without a diaper on.  Sometimes at breakfast she’ll stop eating and say ‘Poop!’ in which case we fly to the bathroom and make animal noises on the potty until all the poop and pee comes out.  She loves animal noises.  What does a bird make?  “Mama, bird, bird!”  I have a whole list a bird noises (none of which are very good) but all of them make her smile.  Of course bird comes up at other times too, mainly when she catches me looking at my phone.  “Bird!  Mama, ang-y bird!”  You can guess what that means I assume.  And yes, she can play, though the birds almost always fly the opposite direction of the pigs.  Which is hilarious.  Anyway, pee sometimes goes on the potty, and often goes on the floor.  Today I spotted her with wet unders and asked where the pee had come out.  She lead me to a wet spot on the hardwood floors and pointed.  At least she got off the carpet!  The worst was the other day when she crawled behind the couch, where we throw all our extra blankets and pillows, and peed.  “Mama!  Mama!” She hollered as she was peeing.  I’ve learned what my name in that distinctive urgent tone means.  Yea, that was a pain to clean up.   But mostly she does pretty good, and it’s been a while since we had a big poop accident.  Lately she usually lets us know when the poop is coming.

That little girl gets into everything.  I’m thankful that we seem to be passing the standing-on-the-table phase.  However, her new trick is pushing a chair up to the counter and climbing up so fast it’d make your head spin.  A couple days ago I was cleaning goodwill stickers off of new purchases with rubbing alcohol (why do they use those icky gooey stickers?!?) and she was in the other room playing.  I turned away to put a few dishes in the dishwasher and when I turned back around there she was, standing on a chair at the counter, already having poured out the entire bottle of IPA!  Luckily, she poured it into a bowl and didn’t spill a drop, but still, it was scary.

The weather has finally shifted towards summer, but in Sierra’s reality the last warm season was a lifetime ago.  Her annoying/adorable thing lately has been insisting we put coats on before we leave.  And not just her, me too.  Sometimes she’ll bring me my coat and if I say, “No thanks sweetie, it’s warm out today!”  She’ll cry and scream until I either put it on or just carry her out the door.  She ALWAYS wears her coat, so far.  I wonder if she’ll wise up once it hits the 90’s?  There was a day not too far back where we got into this coat / no coat battle (Mama says no coat, Sierra insists) and I gave in and put our coats on.  It was an evening walk, and to my surprise by the end I was very happy we both had an extra layer.  It’s humbling to be out-planned by a one-year-old.  Often she’s all ready to go, socks, shoes, coat and all before I’m fully dressed and certainly before Sam has his shoes on.  Many times she brings Sam his shoes, which he is less than grateful for but I find adorable.

Well, that’s enough for tonight, but I’ll finish with a few photos, and by saying… I sure love you Sierra!  So glad you’re still my baby.

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welcome fall!

I promised myself if I ever got a good night’s sleep, I would write.  Well, it happened.  Did my beautiful little almost-one-year-old finally settle in for a full night’s slumber, you may ask?  Hahahaha!  Um, no.  But I decided it was time to close the all night diner.  To reassure myself that my baby girl would not starve or suffer horribly by a night without boobies I wrote down every time she ate food or drunk milk the day before.  She eats pretty much every hour from waking to bedtime, it turns out, with the exception that day of one two-hour nap.  So I think she will not starve.

I’m too much a softy to let her cry it out, and too much a flake to follow through with all the consistent patient steps (and routines) needed for the Elizabeth Pantley way.  So, I came up with my own plan.  It can be summed up simply as: Run away! Hide! Sleep!  I set up our little backpacking tent in the backyard and the past two nights Sam and I have snugged up in there while Papa and Sierra have had nighttime “father daughter bonding time.”  They are both taking it pretty well, considering.   Maybe tonight they will even get some sleep!?

Regardless of success or failure with our current Sierra Sleep scheme, I am relishing these precious nighttime off-duty hours.  And savoring the much needed Mama-Sam time.  He loves sleeping in the tent with me.  I love that we chat about silly things while lying there together until the conversation pauses and we (or just he) drifts off to sleep.  Sleeping in the tent on the equinox turned out to be a powerful way to honor the shift into the dark time.  Last night the clouds blew in and I enjoyed having only a piece of (waterproof) fabric between me and the first autumn rain.

Our Mabon ritual this year did not include candles or songs, but I did feel the roots of some family traditions beginning to take hold.   A giant douglas fir tree to the south of us shades the garden once the sun drops below a certain angle, and I have learned that tomatoes don’t much ripen past the equinox.   This year Sam and I gathered every last tomato, from big red to tiny green, into the harvest basket.  Then I cut down the plants and pulled up the root balls.  Sam was a great help beating the dirt out of the roots before putting the plants into the compost pile.  Then we weeded and smoothed the beds, ready to plant the winter cover crop.  With Sierra snoozed, Papa at work, the computer off, and my phone in the house- we were able to stay present with each other and the task at hand.  It’s amazing how many teachable moments occur while gardening with a four-year-old.

Later that day he was sitting on the pot and I was clipping my nails and he asks, “Mom, why do Papa and Sam have penises and Mama and Sierra have yonis?”  It took me a moment to get my bearings, but then it lead to a discussion about procreation, the differences between children and adults, men and women, and babies.  After I had done my best to answer he got very thoughtful for a moment then said, “When I grow up I’m going to be a science teacher, and I’m going to have a baby.”  He said it with so little doubt that I’m almost inclined to believe him!

That same day, Sierra did her first without-a-doubt sign.  More!  Ah, our favorite sign.  She did it so proudly.  Got herself a whole extra handful of olives at dinner, I was so tickled by it.  She gives me so much joy, that smiley little daughter of mine.  So cuddly.  So determined.  So ready to be a kid and run around with her big brother!  They pay games together now.  Simple ones, the favorite being: blow raspberries on Mama’s belly!  This game is common in the morning, or anytime I try to lay on the floor to do yoga.  I don’t totally love getting covered in baby drool, but they both find it so hilarious that I usually don’t protest much.  They also play a game that could be described as simple hide and seek / peek-a-boo.  He is getting more gentle with her.  She crawled up and gave him five hugs in a row the other day, which just about melted my heart.

It didn’t happen until the next day, but when the crimson clover seed finally entered the garden beds it did so from all four of our hands.  We all reached into the bag, felt smooth seeds between our fingers, thanked the earth for its bounty, and then sprinkled them about!  We didn’t water because I knew the rains were coming.  I figured the seeds would rather be awoken by the first sweet drops of fall rain.  Today it poured!  The topsoil is wet.  Grow little seeds, grow!

Right now life is good.  Filled with nature, children, love and for these miraculous days… sleep!  I have thoughts.  Ideas, even.  About things.  Other than my sweet babies.  Perhaps I will write them here soon.

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sweet surrender

It’s late, of course, and there’s still a list of things that need doing before I can go to bed.  But tonight, I am going to write.  If for no other reason than to prove to myself that I still exist.  Yes, ME.  Lost somewhere in that infinite abyss of non-stop mothering, there is still a me.  I’m sure there are interesting and important things going on in the world, but I must confess that right now I know nothing of them.  All I know is three sleeping beings upstairs in my house, for this rare instant needing nothing from me.  Because it is all that I know, I will tell you about my little world.

We were trying to work on the sleeping thing.  Ya know, sleep, it’s nice to get now and then.  Sierra would tell you otherwise.  When she told you about it, it would sound like “Hot hot hot!” and come with a great big smile, but what it would mean is, “Life is too exciting to waste any of it sleeping!”  One idea was that if we had more of a routine, and stuck to it, she would know better when it was time to go to sleep.  It’s a great theory and I’m sure if implemented correctly would work wonders.  But it turns out we are terrible at routines and the harder I try to structure my life the more frustrated I get.  It’s not that we don’t have routines, it just we are always making exceptions.  And then there’s that whole summertime thing, camping, bbq’s, family gatherings… really the exception is more the rule.  Life with no room to go with the flow and embark on spontaneous adventures is rather like being in jail.  (Or having a job.)  But I am not incarcerated, either for behaving badly or by trading life for money.  Apparently I will not give up my freedom for routine, or, even for sleep.

What did work was taking the little bugger camping!  A whole day of fresh air and sunshine and then snugging up together in a tent- lots of good sleeping happened.  Another plus was no bedtime struggle for either kid.  Just wait until the sun goes down, enter tent, climb in bed, sleep.  Aaaaa… can I just camp out all summer?

So I have surrendered to the notion that I have a baby who just wants me all the time.  We are getting better at co-sleeping (read: sharing the bed) and she does sleep in her bed sometimes.  I toyed with the idea of night-weening her, and told her so one evening when she got up for the third time before 10pm.  “Oh yea?” she said, and stayed up until 2am babbling and crawling about.  So I am a failure at the sleep training, and at not giving my baby everything she wants.  I am not wise enough to know if this makes me a horrible mother or a really good one, but the other night I got a little sign.  It was some wee hour of the morning and she was tucked under my arm, head on my shoulder, fast asleep.  I was awake for some reason, maybe because I wanted to flip over but couldn’t without disturbing her.  I might of felt irritated, tired, smothered even, but just then all I felt was how wonderful it was to have this little babe sleeping next to me.  And then,  the oddest thing happened.  She started laughing!  She was still asleep, but giggling and laughing just the same, and it might have been the cutest thing I ever heard.  Maybe she was dreaming of Sam.  Maybe she felt my love.  Whatever it was to her, to me it was the universe saying, “It’s OK.  Keep your baby close.  Enjoy every moment.  Sleep later.”  And so, I will.

Since he could first talk Sam has called our house, Mama’s house.  We thought it was funny at first, “It’s your house too, sweetie!  And Papa’s!”  But after careful consideration we realized he’s probably right.  Anyway, as of late, Sam has imagined himself his own house.  For a week we asked if we could go see his house but he said no, they were still building it.  One day none of the workers showed up and nothing got done.  The roof took a really reallllly long time to build, “like two hours!”  His house is 80 km from Mama’s house, and the house number is 9905  (I asked him three different times on different days and it was always 9905) however the street name keeps changing.

At Sam’s house, things often go differently.  The other day I spilled my entire cup of coffee all over the table while we were eating breakfast.   During the frustration and clean-up that followed he told me, “At Sam’s house, we only pour a little bit of coffee in our cups so it doesn’t spill.”  I believe it was that same morning when he told there are no crumbs at the bottom of the cereal container, at Sam’s house.  Another day, when we had to wait for cars to pass in a busy parking lot, he told me at his house there are no cars in the way in parking lots.   You get the idea.  It’s pretty fun that he’s reached whatever developmental milestone that allows him to have a sustained fantasy world.

And today, they finally finished building Sam’s house.  It’s all done!  I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ll let you know what it’s like when I do. 🙂

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pause

Sleep is a rare commodity these days, and with it goes brain-functioning activities like thinking and writing.  There are plenty of moments when I long for the future, but today there was one perfect moment that made me want to hit pause.  It was sunny, almost seventy, later in the afternoon after a hearty snack on the deck.  Up went the hammock, then the outdoor blinds to make a bit of shade.  I climbed in the hammock with Sierra and she instantly thought about snug-up time.  Sam crawled in too, facing the other way so we could see each other, and she nursed while he calculated and I rocked us.  The sun was shinning and the weeds were growing, but for the entire afternoon the neighborhood was quiet of lawn mowing and weed whacking.   There was a giant toy cash register on Sam’s lap, asking two-digit addition problems, which might have disturbed the tranquility if I had let it.  Instead I tried my best to solve the problems and he typed in the answers.  I got most of them right.  My brain isn’t all the way dead.  Anyway, my hearts swollen so big it’s hard to imagine there’s room for more love.  But there is!  And someday, before you know it, there will be thoughts and words again too.

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clickers and thumbs

It’s been a while since I wrote about my kids, so I thought I’d dedicate this one to them. I was reading Meg’s blog tonight and she has inspired me.

First, Sam. He will be three and a half this month and his current obsession is numbers. But before I get started on that, I should at least mention pinball. I can feel the excitement waning, but the past few months pinball has been front and center. The ball, the flippers, the sounds, I mean, what’s not to love? I think he saw a pinball machine one time when he went to pick up a pizza with his dad and it must have been love at first sight. For months we drew pinball machines in the sand, built them out of legos, train tracks and bouncy balls, used chop sticks as flippers, and of course pinball on the computer. Most popular, however, “Mom, I’m the ball, and you be the flippers, okay? Mom! You be the flippers!” Turns out my legs are a mean set of flippers, even while breastfeeding.

So moving on to the current obsession, wow does that kid love numbers! I bought him a clicker at goodwill for $1 and it has brought us hours of entertainment. At first it was fun to tell him a number and he’d click to it, up to the 20’s or so. But before long he started wondering about that next digit, and soon he was clicking to, “One hundered!” I wish you could hear the way he says it, cracks me up. But he didn’t stop there. My little click-master had to reach that last digit and patiently clicked all the way to a thousand. Then two thousand!

The cookie counter is the other favorite lately. It’s a hand-me-down from when we were kids, it was made in 1985. Basically it asks you simple math problems and a little cookie monster either claps or frowns depending on if you get the answer right or wrong. Oh, and on quiz mode if you get the answer right you get a star. The stars are oh so exciting. So can my three-year-old actually do math? Can he add and subtract? No, he can’t. But that doesn’t stop him from trying. I taught him how to read the problem, “Five plus seven equals….” and so that’s what he does. He reads me the problem and I either tell him the answer or else help him count it out. He types in the numbers, then waits to see if it’s correct. He does this for hours a day. The other day we moved from the living room to the kitchen to have a snack (popcorn is our current favorite) and he brought with him the clicker, cookie counter and his calculator. Uhhhh… yea. I guess this what happens with physicists breed with each other.

He’s fairly neutral about Sierra lately. Mostly ignores her. She doesn’t have any buttons that produce digital read-out numbers. Sometimes when he sees her for the first time in the morning he asks, “Does she talk yet??” “No sweetie, not yet.” We’re trying to get him used to the idea that before long Sam’s room is going to become Sam and Sierra’s room. I honestly have no idea how that will go, but I’m hoping it will happen soon. Having her crib next to our bed is great for now, but I’m looking forward to having both kids close but not too close.

And then there’s that little sweetie Sierra. Man is she cute! And mostly such an easygoing baby. She slept for seven hours in a row last night, which was amazing. Usually she sleeps five or six, eats, then sleeps a few more. The hardest part for me is 9pm-midnight (or whenever we go to bed.) She’s usually up and either fussy or just awake but needing attention. I’m so ready to put BOTH the kids to be at 8pm and have a few hours to ourselves. Ben is holding her right now, which is the only reason I can write this.

But she is so fun to hold and cuddle and her smiles just melt me. She almost has enough control to suck her thumb, and I’m guessing any week now that’s going to become a great comfort to her. She will take a binky, but very reluctantly. I took her on two car rides today and didn’t get the death scream on either! Maybe we’re getting close to being mobile again…

And one last note, I think we’re down to one kid in diapers! Sam has been pretty much accident free during the day for months (except when you tickle him a lot and he already had to pee.) Nights are pretty good, I’d say he wets the bed about once a week but it’s getting less and less all the time. The current struggle with Sam and the potty is getting him to use it. Not because he will wet himself, he almost always finally pees in the potty, but because he will hold it for hours just because he doesn’t want to bother with going. Sometimes he is grabbing himself and doing the potty dance and has to go so badly it makes me uncomfortable, but he still refuses to go. When I insist because we’re going somewhere he usually refuses, and then eventually gives in. “I’ll just do it myself, then.” He uses my hairbrush to turn on the light, takes off his pants climbs up on the toilet to go pee. He can put his underwear and pants back on, but usually chooses instead to run around the house naked and laughing until I chase him down, tackle him, and put them on. Silly kid!

But I sure do love that little guy, and the ittle bittle girl too.

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