Letter to Sena- 42 Months (aka 3 1/2 years)

Dear Sena, For the last few days you've battled your first real bout with the stomach flu and were such a trooper through all of it. And although papa and I have tried to explain that everyone gets sick and that it is okay, each time you got sick over the weekend, you'd look at me with your sweet and sad eyes and apologize. Sorry Mama. Oh honey. Last night as you sat eating crackers and soup, while your sister had macaroni and cheese, you asked me if you could call the doctor. I told you she wasn't in and you said, "I want to talk to the doctor and find out what is going wrong with me." I told you that you'd be better soon, and you said. "When you talk to Dr. Samuelson can I talk to her too?" Normally, your days are filled with an extraordinary imagination. Your daily activities revolve around Princess, and although I'm trying to stress to you that princesses are also smart and creative, you're mostly interested in the clothing they wear- which for you means ALL of your "princess" attire at once, aka a shirt from grandma, an old cheerleading skirt, a real princess dress, a crown, shoes, and TONS of jewelry. You've got your sense of style and I suppose in a way it is more stylish than mama right now, as I hear the 80s are in. And you're rocking the 80s for sure. Watching your personality continue to develop as you become such a little person is pretty amazing. You hear everything and see everything. Just yesterday we were driving to Target and you were talking, but I didn't understand you. So I asked you, "What did you say honey?" And you said, "I was just talking to myself." Got it. I love you honey and am so thankful everyday that I get to be your mother in the easy moments and in the difficult ones. You make me a stronger person, as well as a softer one. So thank you. love you mama

Order in the World

Sena started preschool (for the 2nd time) this week, and it is going so well. She is so eager to be there and play and learn, although the two things she talks about when she comes home are the boys in class (is it an all boys class??) and snack. My daughter.

Creating order in a world of chaos.

Letter to Noa Month 11

Dear Noa, The last few months have flown by. I can hardly believe that your birthday is around the corner. Where did the last year go? It doesn't seem possible that last year I was oh-so-pregnant at this time, wondering when you were going to arrive. And when you did.. you were ready to go! We just returned from your first trip- at least via airplane. We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa Montana. As per usual, on the plane your sister was the one relaxing, lying on papa's lap, while you- my mobile, on-the-go girl couldn't be still and didn't want to be contained (and it was your nap time). You stayed happy most of the flight and only at the very end started tossing your snack on the floor. I apologized to the stewardess, who just gave me a faint smile... You were an awesome traveler otherwise. You adapted to the modified schedule so easily, to the pack and play, and smiled at all of the new faces. It gives me encouragement for our flight to Asheville in December. Although I'm not sure what we'll do on the plane to keep you entertained! Although you are only 11-months-old, you're ready to be a big girl. You're trying to feed yourself with a utensil, and want to play with anything that isn't technically a baby toy- focusing especially on whatever Sena is playing with. Sena is a good sport about it though.. and the two of you laugh when you look at each other. You have a similar laugh.. one that makes me smile with a joy I can't put into words. Milestones? You're waving now. And babbling... a lot. love you mama