A tea party

Lillian got a tea set for Christmas and Lillian and Elijah have been enjoying having tea parties.  Fills my heart with joy when I see them playing together so nicely.  Because, that doesn't always happen.

A good big brother

There is something to be said for having an older child when you have a baby.  The other day I called Elijah and asked him to come see me.  He told me he couldn't.  He needed me to help him.  I walked into the living room and this is what I saw.  He had picked Nora up and moved her so she could play at this little piano.  She was having a great time.  (He needed my help because he didn't know where to put her if he left.)

The teeth have arrived

Nora got her two bottom teeth this week.  It has explained a little bit of her increased crabbiness.   I can tell that she's generally not enjoying this activity in her mouth.  She's biting everything in sight but has had surprisingly little drool. 

This are the things that are considered news when you have little kids.

Last Day

We arrived at church yesterday and there was a big tent and activities set up. It was church picnic day. Elijah asked if he was the last day of church. We were both a little confused until we realized tht he's been having so many wind up parties lately (Pre-school, soccer...) that he assumed a party at church must mean that was also the last one.

Sleeping

Elijah's latest reason for wanting us at night is because Lillian has Nora, I have daddy, and he has no one. It's not fair. I tried to tell him that he had his stuffed animals (lame, I know) but he informed me that they're not real. Getting up with two kids is tiring. That makes everything worse during the day. So he's sleeping on the floor in our room again. So we can get some sleep. Because he doesn't seem to wake up when he's there. At least Lillian sleeps through the night.

She wasn't the first

When I was a little girl, I too had an adventure with scissors.  I cut my bangs. Apparently my parents trusted me enough to hold my baby brother Brent who was a very new little baby in this picture.

(I found this picture as I was going through my baby pictures.  I've been going through my baby pictures and taking pictures of them with my nice camera.  Now I have my baby pictures on digital without too much effort.  I am currently making a Shutterfly book from my childhood.)

She cut her hair.

In case you haven't seen my Facebook status update, Lillian cut her hair yesterday. It was only upon closer observation today that I realized that she scalped herself. Now, her saving grace is that she did it underneath some longer hair. You can only tell if you look at her hair a certain way. I guess this is a certain rite of passage. Everyone seems to have a story from their childhood where either they or a sibling were involved in some sort of snipping incident. (It is interesting to note that typically only one sibling is involved in such an incident. Does this mean that Elijah and Nora are safe from any future hair events?) I vaguely remember my own snipping incident at the age of four. I cut my bangs. I don't think I actually remember the event. I've just seen enough pictures that I'm somehow convinced that I remember it. So I think that Lillian has learned her lesson about hair cutting. When I asked her who could cut her hair she said "only mommy or daddy or dramma (grandma) or my other dramma.". She was curious what would happen if she cut it. Now she knows.