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Emilia, Lately

15 Oct

IMG_5484This is my favorite age to date. I love seeing E’s personality developing on a daily basis, from her sense of humor, to her imagination, to her empathy. Every day, her vocabulary grows and she blows me away with her memory. Her ability to follow directions and make connections is also mind-boggling. I’ll be a very sad to see her sentence structure smooth out and her pronunciation improve so I thought I should capture some of my favorite “Emilia-isms” while they’re still fresh in my mind. She is already pronouncing “Caroline” with more fluidity than when we brought her sister home three months ago, and it just about kills me…

From the mouths of babes:

“You no look my mama” said to me in the saddest voice everrrr, complete with pouty, sad lips and large, actual tear-filled eyes one afternoon after she woke from her nap while I was doing a face mask.

Now you clap for me!” – After putting on any performance of her repertoire of songs. Lately it’s: Bah Bah Black Sheep, Mary Had a Little Lamb, London Bridge, and I’m a Little Tea Pot.

Can I have some toilet paper, meow meow.” – I absolutely killed myself the first time she did this. I know it’s from Daniel Tiger, but my mind went straight to Super Troopers. I don’t want to ever forget the mischievous look in her eyes when she did this the next time knowing I’d crack up. Her sense of humor is so great.

“NO! But I don’t want to change my PJS, they’re so comfy/cozy!”

“MAMA YOU CAME BACK!!!” [Usually said while running to me with her arms outstretched.] These are the moments that remind me: Oh yea, THIS is why I wanted kids. This is the best.

Pronunciation + Phrasing

– Eee-ce Cream [ice cream]
– Yunch. [Lunch]
– I yuv my samily [I love my family]
– Co-see [Coffee]
– Bidge [like garbage] – the bidge” is the trash can but then there is also the “Bidge truck.”
– Yiddle [Little]; Can I have a yiddle bit of Daniel??
– 1…2…3…6…7…8…9…10…11…12
– I had SO MUCH SUN! [fun]
– You a good cooker, Mama.
– I yuv when you give me a spesal [special] treat, Mama. 

Other favorite mannerisms

– [Puts a little fist to her lips and pauses to clear her throat] Ahem
– Pretty consistently will sneeze into her inner elbow
Can I have a medium sized snack please? [After I ordered my coffee at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive through]
– Sings whatever Daniel Tiger song is appropriate in any situation:

Let’s find out what’s special at night…”
[while walking home after watching the sunset together]

Taking care of you makes me happy too!”
[After getting me a tissue when I sneezed]

Stomp three times…. [stomps] and you’ll feel better.
[Does this constantly because, well, ALL THE FEELINGS lately.]


  • Can walk down stairs without a railing
  • Completely potty trained, including though the night
  • Climbs in and out of her carseat herself and buckles herself in
  • Attended her first drop-off play group session and absolutely loved it
  • Can dress herself with minimal assistance

Misc. Things to Remember

  • When she recounted an entire episode of Daniel Tiger to my mom as if it had happened to her. The episode was about Daniel visiting Grandpere and sleeping over in a sleeping bag and included something about Daniel feeling left out. Emilia changed the story to “PaPa playing with her so she wouldn’t feel left out. [My mom asked me how the weekend in CT had been to which I replied: What are you talking about?! And then I pieced it all together.]
  • When she taught C all the sign language she knows when we were on a walk and I had both girls squeezed in sharing the bassinet attachment after E decided she no longer wanted to walk anymore.





These are GREAT days

9 Oct

Edit: Posting this a bit late (by about 3 weeks, so please excuse my delay…)

This coming Tuesday will mark 12 weeks since we welcomed the newest little addition into our lives. I remember my friend Brittany telling me after I had E and was in the depths of sleeplessness and breastfeeding hell that the first 8-12 weeks are the hardest and that after that things really take a turn. She was talking about life at home with just one child, but reflecting back now, there was NO way of really comprehending what I now know to be true, and that is that this isn’t forever.

The newborn phase is fleeting. They don’t eat every 2-3 hours forever. You won’t only wear pajamas and nursing tops forever. And then when they’re not newborns anymore, you miss the chest naps and the teeny clothes and the smell of their heads.

When you’re a first time mom and you haven’t been around other moms with newborns, you just don’t know what you don’t know though. So in some ways, it has been a lot sweeter this time around to have that knowledge and be able to really savor C’s newborn period and snuggle her as much as possible. There were tears, don’t get me wrong. I also suffered from an awful bout of post-partum depression for about two weeks right around the four week mark (when my hormones must have finally balanced out). And I also went back to work pretty much immediately after having her, (part-time and only at night, but even so…)

Still, as wiser as I felt this time around, I was also managing a toddler at home who was adjusting to having to share my attention which was totally new territory and tested me in and out every day for the first 5 weeks. I can’t count how many days I just didn’t know how I’d survive on my own. I am lucky that I didn’t have to thankfully. I had a LOT of help, especially from my own mom. [Thanks Mom!]

Having said that, as I reflect on the last three months, as usual, only the good comes to mind and it’s clear that there just needed to be a period of recalibration as I learned how to manage the day for the three of us. On the difficult days, I often remind myself: These are GREAT days. Before I can blink, C will be crawling, then walking, then talking. And I can already visualize E in kindergarten. The time will fly and before we know it, we’ll be longing for these exhausting, chaos and laughter-filled days with our girls so I try to really savor every single second.

E is just about 2.6 years old now and C is just about 3 months old are they are so sweet together. C is smiling and starting to laugh and is such a mellow, sweet baby, while E is in the throes of toddlerdom. She has done SO well potty training and has been staying totally dry overnight since last weekend, which is huge. We’ve been dry during naps for months now, first with a diaper on which we discussed as being “just to be safe, but not to use because diapers are for babies and she is a big girl,” but I delayed night training until we’d settled in with the newborn, as the amazing book I’ve mentioned non-stop these past few months advised.  (We had a rough few days of repeated sheet washing and on night 4, ta dah!)

She was making the entire night, then I think she would panic in the morning when she woke in her bed so we made a big deal of placing a potty in her room with a little battery operated candle beside it. This morning, although she did pee the bed, this was the first morning we actually found her ON the potty so the idea has clearly sunk in. She also absolutely chugged water before bed last night so I should have known this was coming. I purposely am not calling this an accident though because she’s still learning so it’s not fair to label as such. (I’m very into thoughtful word choice, can you tell? Kids are so smart, I don’t see how I can’t be.)  Anyways, I love how we approached potty training — she was ready; we just had to guide her with the write language and reinforcement. She’s such a smart kid.

Lately, I’ve been working 6-8 PM so I’m missing bedtime which has been hard for E. I usually give her something when I leave and ask her to take care of it for me. It could be a Sugar lip tint from my purse or sometimes, it’s the necklace I’ve put on that she tells me is “So beautiful” as I’m headed to work. But then she mimicked it back to me the other day. “Mama! Mama! Here,  [thrusts a small bear into my hands]. You take good care of this while you at work.” I nearly died.

Also, I mentioned going to a kids boutique down in Marshfield with my family last week, but then we had to skip it to get on the road in time for E to nap, so she was distraught when she woke in her carseat in our driveway and dramatically exclaimed: “MAMA, I THOUGHT WE WAS GOING TO THE ‘TEEK.” [It was heartbreaking, but I had to bite my inner cheeks to stop from laughing/smiling.]

To make it up to her, late last week when I was dying to go poke through a favorite thrift shop, I prepped a Bento box for her and got both girls out the door by telling her we were finally headed to the boutique. She was ecstatic and wonderfully cooperative getting her shoes on herself and packing up a little backpack of toys to bring. We were having a really great day actually and I wasn’t at all daunted to attempt a solo trip out with the two of them.

She picked out a cute little purple car to buy that I was a little less than impressed with but seriously loves the thing. But I nearly died laughing the first time I heard her reference her new purple car to dada that “I got at the boutique!” It made me a little sad that my grandmother isn’t in our lives anymore because that was how she often referred to thrift stores. My appreciation for thrifting definitely came from her and my mom so it made my heart a little achey just for a moment.

Anyways, as I posted the other day, life with two is getting more manageable as I develop my own tricks to make it easier – whether it’s making sure I log in quality solo time with each child, making sure each is well-fed while seated at a table during mealtimes, or ensuring everyone gets the sleep they need, myself included. I’ve also found that being as prepared as possible for the day’s activities makes a huge difference. This could mean laying out my own clothes, prepping lunch or water bottles for a trip to the gym or playground, or prepping snacks to grab and go.

I’ve also been practicing the art of completely ignoring Emilia’s whining when she begs for snacks she shouldn’t be eating or wants an explanation for why she can’t or shouldn’t do something. It’s difficult because it needs to be a committed ignoring — no eye contact, no laughing, no showing any signs of annoyance. So far, it’s incredibly effective. It’s a totally different tactic than what I usually do which is to distract and “change the channel” as her pediatrician calls it where I just direct her attention elsewhere so she forgets why she was upset.

I’m not going to lie though, there have been moments since she turned two when I fully felt the meaning of the phrase terrible twos.  Like most milestones, Emilia hit them a little sooner than we expected and blasted through to the next, so now I feel like I have a 3-year old, going on 13-year old. She can be sooooo dramatic. The worst of it was probably around bath and bed time. She hates having her hair shampooed. And bedtime…. well. That would need to be another post. I’m not ready to dive into that [as I clutch my knees and rock back and forth.] But she’s doing amazingly well now and only needs a little singing before she’s off to dream land.

So the moral of this really long story? Savor this craziness. These ARE great days.

Currently Digging

20 Sep

The_BeatlesNow that Game of Thrones is over, I’ve been casting about for a good series to dive into. Nothing had quite hit the mark so I turned to documentaries as I browsed Hulu recently and happened upon the new Ron Howard documentary Eight Days a Week. 

THE BEATLES WERE SO CHEEKY! I quickly fell hard and fast for it. I’ve loved the Beatles years now, but I didn’t have quite the same introduction to them as most. My mom loves Sarah Brightman, Andrea Bocceli, and Elton John so those were the voices I grew up with. (And Billy Joel. Thanks Dad.)

As with most things television, film or music, I have to credit my husband for helping me grow to appreciate the Beatles. Some of the first mix CDs he made me early in our relationship featured Beatles’ songs that are some of my favorites to this day. Songs like “When I’m Sixty-four” still make me chuckle:

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride

Still, my knowledge of the group is largely culturally sourced. Broadly, I know they’re considered the most creative force to hit popular music and I’ve picked up bits and pieces over the years about various songs, like how Paul McCartney supposedly wrote Hey Jude for Lennon’s son, Julian. But it wasn’t until I watched Eight Days a Week that I learned just how rare a group they really were. Their candor and silliness in their early days, matched with their artistry rendered them unlike any other band in history. When I look at artists like Taylor Swift today, I see a product. I’m not saying Tay is any less an artist, more that what so many artists today strive for is what The Beatles just had by nature of being four young, talented friends who wanted to make music together.


I can’t recommend the documentary enough. It gave me an excellent peek inside the lives of these artists I’ve come to love and piqued my interest enough to pick up some reads so I can dive a little deeper. And in the meantime, I’m adopting a new musical appreciation strategy for our kids that will henceforth be known as Beatles Sunday. All Beatles. All day. It’s never to soon to start teaching them to appreciate good music, right?

Dempsey, Liam. How the Beatles Changed Music. Digital Music Academy [online resource]