The girls' favorite movie of December is Rio, an animated flick about a parrot who drinks hot cocoa. He waxes poetic about the perfect hot cocoa to marshmallow ratio, and Kate picked up on this quote after just a few viewings. And then insisted that she also get to experience the perfect ratio.
As a result, Kate and Claire had hot cocoa and marshmallows in the living room while reading books between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
They love it, so it's a tradition that I think we'll keep up with.
Living life married to the most understanding and devastatingly handsome guy, working for the coolest consulting firm, and raising three super fun kids
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Hoot and Toot: Charlee at 18 Months
Charlee is a hoot and a toot. When she enters a room, Kate often says "Here comes troubs!" Troubs is short for trouble, of course. Charlee wants to be where the action is, even if that means she's sitting on her sister's puzzle, sitting on Chad's lap while he's eating, or standing in between me and the counter while I'm cooking.

She's a joy to have around... when she's not hungry. Second to playing with her sisters, she loves eating. When she's hungry, you will know it by her 1) bringing you a spoon or bowl, 2) saying "eat, eat, eat," or 3) being extremely grumpy and throwing fits. We often say "slow down, Charlee" as she stuffs everything in front of her into her mouth.
Probably typical of a third child, she can command the room with her voice when she wants. She will yell "MAAAAA-MA!" over and over until she gets my attention. I feel like I'm in a production of A Streetcar Named Desire.
Her vocabulary is larger than here sisters' were at her age. A quick brainstorm of her words: mama, dada, Kate, Claire, dog, kitty, door, bath, cup, spoon, eat, more, please, thank you, love you, bye bye, mine, no, stop, Charlee, laura, Connie, nana, Opa, grandma, papou, shoes, socks, apple, treat, banana, juice, diaper, go, night night, baby, bottle, Dora, Down, up, poopy, hot, this, that
Her relevant stats:
Weight: 23 lb 3.5 oz - 54%
Height: 31-1/2" - 34%
Head: 18-7/8" - 87%

She's a joy to have around... when she's not hungry. Second to playing with her sisters, she loves eating. When she's hungry, you will know it by her 1) bringing you a spoon or bowl, 2) saying "eat, eat, eat," or 3) being extremely grumpy and throwing fits. We often say "slow down, Charlee" as she stuffs everything in front of her into her mouth.
Probably typical of a third child, she can command the room with her voice when she wants. She will yell "MAAAAA-MA!" over and over until she gets my attention. I feel like I'm in a production of A Streetcar Named Desire.
Her vocabulary is larger than here sisters' were at her age. A quick brainstorm of her words: mama, dada, Kate, Claire, dog, kitty, door, bath, cup, spoon, eat, more, please, thank you, love you, bye bye, mine, no, stop, Charlee, laura, Connie, nana, Opa, grandma, papou, shoes, socks, apple, treat, banana, juice, diaper, go, night night, baby, bottle, Dora, Down, up, poopy, hot, this, that
Her relevant stats:
Weight: 23 lb 3.5 oz - 54%
Height: 31-1/2" - 34%
Head: 18-7/8" - 87%
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Easier Not Better
For months, I've been meaning to post this excerpt about parenting from one of my favorite blogs, Dinner a Love Story. I was talking to a friend on Friday about what happens to the family dynamic when one parent is out of town, and it reminded me about this.
Also, Chad's been traveling, so I've had to be a DOER more than usual.
Last week, Jenny went away for three days to work on her book. I don’t know if anyone else out there finds this to be true, but we have this theory about parenting being easier — not better, mind you, just easier — when the spouse is away. The chain of command is clearer. Movements are more efficient. Decisions are more decisive. With no safety net, I feel like we tend to be a little better about being doers, about making the bed in the morning and mustering the energy to move that dirty juice glass the three feet from the sink into the dishwasher, about not standing around in the kitchen, checking email again and being generally suspended in that maddening state of inertia that sets in when you’re trying to decide what to do and who’s going to go upstairs and get the sweater down from Abby’s closet and who’s going to make sure Phoebe’s teeth are brushed properly, since the dentist put a watch on one of her molars last time we were there and, wait, did we pack any snacks yet?
Read the whole thing here.
Also, Chad's been traveling, so I've had to be a DOER more than usual.
Last week, Jenny went away for three days to work on her book. I don’t know if anyone else out there finds this to be true, but we have this theory about parenting being easier — not better, mind you, just easier — when the spouse is away. The chain of command is clearer. Movements are more efficient. Decisions are more decisive. With no safety net, I feel like we tend to be a little better about being doers, about making the bed in the morning and mustering the energy to move that dirty juice glass the three feet from the sink into the dishwasher, about not standing around in the kitchen, checking email again and being generally suspended in that maddening state of inertia that sets in when you’re trying to decide what to do and who’s going to go upstairs and get the sweater down from Abby’s closet and who’s going to make sure Phoebe’s teeth are brushed properly, since the dentist put a watch on one of her molars last time we were there and, wait, did we pack any snacks yet?
Read the whole thing here.
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