Not much to say. If you have kids, hold them tight and hug and love them dearly.
Well, well, well. What do we have here? It’s freaking December, of course! November just flew by didn’t it? Everyone got their Christmas shopping done? It’s about that time, you know. Us? Heck, no. Who has the time? Certainly not us. Proud parents of two very time-consuming girls!
So let’s catch up, shall we? First off, who knew having kids is like constantly licking a Petri dish laced with the cold virus? The sickness never ends. One kid gets sick, then it starts to spread to each of us one at a time (Including us glorious parents), and then by the time it’s made it’s way to the last person, the first carrier is sick again. This time, no doubt, with some mutated variant of the first cold. I feel like any day now someone in a haz-mat suit is going to burst in and quarantine the whole area. I think I’d actually welcome that some days. “Yes, officer, see that one rubbing her snotty nose with her hand and sticking it in her mouth? Take her away before she touches the baby!”
But I digress. If wishes were fishes the sea would be full…
Eloise continues to grow and become increasingly entertaining. Her smiles and laughter are commonplace now. She’s a joy! For the most part…
Let’s explore the mind of a child:
“I really like it on my back. I can see up and around and even reach my fingers in my mouth easily. Oh, hey! There’s my feet and toes. I wonder what they taste like. I’m sooooooo happy right now. Hey, I wonder what would happen if I roll on my tummy? Let’s see… okay, here we go…. Oh shit, shit, shit! I hate it, I hate, Turn me over, turn me over, NOOOOOOOOOO, it’s like the worst thing ever! I’ll never do it again, dad, I promise!!!!!”
Approximately 2 seconds later after I turn her over on her back again:
“Hmmmm…. I wonder what it’s like on my tummy? Let’s try it!… NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
Rinse and repeat about a thousand times a day, and several times in the middle of the night.
Yep, pure joy!
Okay, I know I sound like I’m being negative. But I’m not. It’s just part of being a parent. It’s reality, folks. Deal with it. Having kids is not all rose pedals and unicorns. It’s getting poop on your hands and vomit in your hair. But if this really is the extent of our problems, then we have it pretty easy. Certainly easier than some of the other parents we know. Triplets, anyone?
So let’s continue airing the dirty laundry, shall we?
Frances is in the middle of her terrible twos and believe me, I totally get why they call it that.
She has gotten so great at communicating to us what she wants. I don’t know if she’s advanced or just on the normal spectrum, but she knows A LOT of words and how to use them. The downside to that is while she is so happy that she can communicate exactly what she wants, it’s equally devastating when we tell her no to what she wants. She is mastering the “pouty-face” though. However, she has a lot of work to do before it melts this heart of stone!
Not kidding, guys. The other day she said with great clarity and deliberation: “Dada, I want a puppy”. She’s 2 and a half, mind you, and these are the things she wants already.
We are still working on potty training. Some days are great. We sit her down and she goes. High fives and fist bumps all around. She is so proud of herself. Then other days she looks at the potty like it’s a flesh-eating monster with its mouth gaped open, ready to swallow her up. BTW, she hasn’t told me this is the reason, but it seems reasonable due to her reaction some days.
It’s not all poop and vomit. Those two are my everything (Frances and Eloise, not poop and vomit), and I wouldn’t trade them for anything… MAYBE a good nights sleep, but that’s it.
Christmas is almost here, and Frances is really enjoying the holidays. Our neighborhood is a little out of control with the outdoor decorations, and everyone seems to be trying to out-Griswald each other. They seriously have a problem. We however, managed to barely buy a tree and decorate it. And oh what an accomplishment that felt like. Stringing lights up outside and propping up annoying flashing reindeer seem only possible if I could stop time or at least slow it down. Hey, now you guys know what you can get me for Christmas.
Frances loves it all; garish as it may be, and I admit I can’t wait until she unwraps her gifts. She doesn’t NEED anything of course, but you always want to give them the world just to see the smile on their face… She still isn’t getting a puppy though.
So let’s leave it at that. The New Year is a few weeks away and 2013 begins. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us. Eloise will soon crawl, then walk, and hopefully at some point, Frances will be wearing panties!
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Eric, Annie, Eloise, Frances, and Dexter.