Trading "surprise" faces with cousin Ruben in Shanghai via Skype on Thanksgiving day...
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Yesterday, I went in to tell Cassandra -- who seems to have prematurely decided to join the 'terrible twos' -- that it was, indeed, *still* time for her nap since she hadn't slept at all in the hour and half she had already been in her crib.
I went in and what did I find? She was NAKED! Completely naked! She had taken off all of her clothes and her diaper, the latter of which she was holding out to give me. Thankfully it was not soiled.
"My naked!" Cassandra said proudly. (She says "my" instead of "I or I'm.")
"Yes, you sure are," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Honestly, I'm not sure who these photos say more about -- Cassandra or me.
I was (am?) such a helicopter parent with Zander. When he was Cassandra's age, if a playground had a sign that said "Ages 5 and up," gosh darn it I'd go find one that was appropriate for his little legs. I definitely would not have let him hang from monkey bars or climb up at a ladder at 23 months old.
I know, I know. It was a disservice to him. There is some kind of famous saying about treating your 1st child as if he or she were your 3rd child. I had heard it and I knew it, but I couldn't do it. It's in my nature to over-parent and I have to fight the temptation all the time.
I'm still a nervous nelly of a mom when it comes to things like below, but at least I let her try them. I spot her and try my best to keep her safe (in between grabbing my phone to take pictures, of course.) The truth, worrying less gives me more space to enjoy this stage, which is going by all too quickly.