S: Daddy! Quick! Come here! It's an emergency!
Me: Coming!
S: No, don't come! It's not an emergency! Don't come!
Me: I'm coming!...What happened?
S: Oh, Thalia just tore the cabinet door off. She's not doing it anymore...
(I explained to Sophia that her instinct to call me when The Hulk baby makes an appearance is always the correct response.)
Baby Thalia is up early.
Baby Thalia is bored.
Baby Thalia wants to play with big sister Sophia.
Baby Thalia climbs into big sister Sophia's bed.
Big sister Sophia just wants to be left alone to sleep in this morning.
Baby Thalia finds a bedside glass of water and pours it on big sister Sophia's blankets.
Big sister Sophia is up!
Baby Thalia is so happy!
Big sister Sophia is really, really mad!
Sleepy Daddy comes in to see what all the yelling is about.
Sleepy Daddy is trying not to laugh at the situation.
Sleepy Daddy and Baby Thalia go to the kitchen together to make toast and coffee so big sister Sophia can dry off and be in a better mood...
Getting ready to leave Bryant Park Beach:
I knock sand off of my frisbee by hitting it against the edge of an aluminum picnic table. Whack, whack, whack!
I knock sand from my sandy sandals against the picnic table, too.
Whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack!
"Oh, no. Who's doing that?"
I look down to see baby Thalia mimicking me by whacking a cell phone against the table...
Laura's Post:
2:09 PM: I look up from my clinic reports: both sisters are playing happily together with the Fisher-Price kitchen. Thalia takes a break to push the stroller contentedly around the living room.
2:10 PM: My next sentence is interrupted by Mark's voice from the bathroom: "Why is Thalia playing in the toilet? Sophia, why are you naked?"
Things do indeed fall apart so quickly. Now I'm laughing too hard to write about comprehension strategies.
I was taking a slow walk across a college campus this morning with Thalia toddling at my side when a lady suddenly shouted out loudly to us from a distant picnic table.
"Hey! You two are the cutest thing that I have seen all day! Your little girl in a white dress, matching her daddy in a white shirt. Thanks for that!"
"You're welcome!"
(That's right. The world is our fashion runway, and we look this good to please ; )
Grocery shopping through Meijer with an adorable one-year-old in the cart seat can be a strange experience. Apparently, adults young and old, far and near, can't help themselves but engage with Thalia as I'm walking up and down the aisles. I actually jumped a couple of times when folks leaned in suddenly to get a closer look at my baby. To be honest, it creeped me out a little. Maybe it's because I'm an introvert who prefers anonymity when I'm squeezing the produce. Well, after several close encounters in a row today, I decided that the experience is not unlike walking through Disney's The Haunted Mansion, with delirious spirits materializing out of nowhere at every turn cooing ghostly "ooohhhs" and "aaawwws" with exaggerated grins and pointy, probing fingers....Most of these Meijer hauntings are actually very sweet, but I still can't shake the feeling that I shouldn't be exposing my child to this kind of unnatural attention...
Laura: Have you seen the sealant tape we just bought?
We hear suspicious noises in the kitchen.
Me: No, but I think Thalia just threw it away.
Sophia: Yes, she did!
So now I'll need to child proof the trash cans after digging through them first for valuable items...Sigh...
