1. Prayers. Both kids are now officially saying prayers. Milo said the first prayer, which went “Heavenly Father, thank you a-today…an’ sayin’ a prayers…an’ sayin’ a prayers…the end.” We stifled our laughter, and he (all business) made his way up the stairs for bedtime. Sophie followed suit shortly after and has more or less completely monopolized ALL the prayer-saying since. Her first prayer was “Heavenly Father, thankful a-today. Thankful a baby Koko (her toy train). Pwease help us a get dressed an’ ready. Pwease help us a paddle a gondola…”
Wait, what? Gondola? Still haven’t figured that one out…but if anyone wants to send us to Italy anytime soon, we’d be up for it.
(p.s. Sophie is wrapped in 3 layers of blankets in those pictures! She asks for this every once in a while. Swaddle-wrapped as tight as possible in the first two layers, then a weighted blanket (the scottie dog blanket) added on top. This would be nearly as bad as prison for Milo, but it’s her happy place.)
2. Touching Fishies. We made our way to the aquarium this week (we had two free children’s passes to use). It was really fun. For all 20 minutes we were there. Sophie loved peering into the different tanks, both kids touched a starfish, and there were a few tunnels to walk through, which they loved. Milo just wanted to do the whole thing at a speedy clip that proved impossible to keep up with. So, we made it through in 20 minutes. And no one wanted to walk back through it again.
3. Pizzaaaaaa! We decided to shake it off and cheered ourselves up by having a VERY successful lunch at an awesome organic, gluten-free-friendly pizzeria. Both kids behaved beautifully for lunch and talked so much about “touchin’ fithees” you’d never know it was a 20 minute visit. That lunch nearly wiped away the sting of the super-speedy-trip through the aquarium. You know what they say… pizza heals all wounds. #truth
4. Brown-eyed girl. My dad jokes that he always wanted a brown-eyed grandchild and got one. He has ONE grandchild with ONE brown eye. It’s hard to catch in pictures, but I love this about Sophie. Her eyes are so pretty to me. I can never get over it.
5. It never ceases to amaze me how different two children can be. It’s funny because the exact thing that works perfectly for Sophie can be the exact opposite of what Milo needs and vice versa. It makes me crazy when I hear mothers proclaim that their way of doing something is The Right Way or The Only Way, or if you “just did ____ then your child could do/be/say/achieve what my child does.”
Two lessons I continue to learn in parenting are that there is no such thing as The Right or The Only Way to parent, and that just because a child is exhibiting a behavior your don’t like doesn’t mean it’s your fault. You can be doing everything in your power to help your child with something, and he or she can still choose to do something else. (It can also be out of both your control despite what the probably well-meaning lady at the grocery store who decides she should comment on your parenting has to say about it).
My own circumstances have taught me that most of us are doing the very best we can with what we have to give. And we all need a little grace.
In conclusion: Live and let live. Judge not. Love always.
Well that got a little intense at the end, yes? Whoopsies.