A few random things that have been on my mind lately…<\/p>\n
-Having a two-year-old sometimes makes me feel like we’re living with a little dog.\u00c2\u00a0Many mornings over the last few months Avery\u00c2\u00a0has come in\u00c2\u00a0bed with us with a big smile and a lot of pouncing around – and when I’m exercising at home she often comes\u00c2\u00a0and jumps on top of me.\u00c2\u00a0The only difference between her and a puppy is there isn’t any licking or panting. Usually.<\/p>\n
-Why do kids talk so loud? I’ve noticed lately that Zoe has really upped the decibel level, and it’s especially noticable when we’re in the car and she’s trying to get our attention. During a particularly loud ride the other morning, I told Q that I heard the word “Daddy” one more time…<\/p>\n
-There is, truthfully, a fair amount to not <\/em>like about being a parent. But for me the worst thing, hands-down, is having to deal with dinner. It’s the end of the day, the kids are (often) cranky, the cook is (often) cranky and no one wants to eat the same thing. I’ve had serious fantasies lately of putting the girls on some sort of liquid diet, delivered via IV,\u00c2\u00a0and just being done with it. (Perhaps that’s why I make them so many smoothies.)<\/p>\n -Zoe recently started taking showers on her own after swim class. While her growing independence makes me proud, and it’s nice to have her do something I once did, I started feeling restless while sitting and waiting for her one recent Sunday. When you’ve got two little kids, sitting idle isn’t really the norm – and being unneeded (even for just a\u00c2\u00a0few moments) felt somewhat foreign. I wound up arranging, and rearranging, her clothes.<\/p>\n