Day 2378

Lizard’s new favourite excuse for not napping: we didn’t let her run around like a maniac, so she’s not tired.

Meanwhile, we did take them out for a walk, which was long enough that Chinchilla decided it was an adventure. During the walk he was a bird, a bear, and a Cookie Monster. Which sometimes meant walking slowly because he was flapping his arms, and sometimes meant stopping to nom cookies... and sometimes it was slow because he wants to walk through the deepest snow by himself.

We might have made more than one independent kiddo.

Day 2377

Chinchilla is now Jerry, the pirate king. He packed imaginary cookies to go work with him, and then got in his chair-boat and floated to work.

This was after his sister got mad at him because he kept eating all of the imaginary cookies that she made for everybody to share.

I tried to explain that imaginary goods don’t suffer from scarcity, but she wasn’t buying it.

Day 2376

Chinchilla finds nonsense words that rhyme with chicken fingers particularly hilarious. I think this kid needs more Seuss in his life.

Day 2375

That feeling when your four year old prefers writing letters to drawing.

...and your two year old starts using the word shawl.

Day 2374

Playing a taco rhyming game with kids:

L: Tacos tacos everywhere!
Parent: Tacos tacos in my hair!
L: Tacos tacos in a box!
P: Tacos tacos with a fox!
L: Tacos tacos in a bucket!
...

And then Chinchilla just kept talking to himself about tacos tacos...

Day 2373

Chinchilla has discovered bestowing kisses on people, and he does it with great enthusiasm. And loud smooch noises.

Also, sometimes he sneezes on your mouth.

Other than that part, it is extremely adorable and delightful.

Day 2372

First day good; brain mushy-mushy.

Day 2371

Praise and support from an unexpected source.

Day 2370

I happily and gratefully accept one of the best gifts that our monkey ancestors gave to us: the piggyback ride.

Day 2369

Trying to wrap up the last of a big rushed project while also bidding farewell to the end of an era - and also a large group of people - is a challenge. 

But I finished, and it’s time to move onwards and upwards.

And now I can say I am one of the lucky few who got to partake in their own funeral snacks.

Day 2368

The highlights for Chinchilla on his birthday: showing his cousins his jumping prowess; waving to his cousins; showing his cousins fascinating things like his hands, his blocks, and his shirt; and playing with Mommy’s bee hair.

Day 2367

“No, I didn’t say either of you was a tablecloth”, and other arguments we have at the dinner table.

Day 2366

Confirmed: we are having one baby!

Also: the ultrasound powers that be have determined that I am less pregnant than I was yesterday.

Achievement unlocked: Infinite Endive!

Day 2365

Things Chinchilla has learned to say because he thinks it’s funny:

I’m so sad
What the pepper?
Holy guacamole!
Knock knock who’s there?
Be quiet! Shhhh! Be quiet!

Also, he’s not a boy, he’s a pirate! Yes, he’s a pirate king! No, he’s not a glorious pirate king, he’s a pirate! Or maybe a pumpkin.

Day 2364

Chinchilla takes up humming; Lizard takes up an obsession with Saint Patrick’s day and wearing beautiful dresses to mark the occasion.

Day 2363

The idea of having a birthday cake might be more exciting for Chinchilla than actually eating it.

Also, he’s not a boy, he’s a captain.

Also also wik, Lizard might be naturally adept at negging. Better buy that girl a fedora.

Day 2362

Our bucket of feelings runneth over.

Day 2361

For this week and this week only, I can say I have 2.5 kids.

 Ideal adulthood achieved!

Day 2360

That feeling when you realize that your 90’s nostalgia game didn’t actually give your laptop a stroke... you just button mashed your way into a fun keyboard shortcut display experience.

Day 2359

Skipping down dosbox memory lane. Many sighs of contentment.

Day 2358

When your kid only wants to cuddle (aside from that brief, and in retrospect curious, interlude of drum playing), check their temperature.

Apply medicine; resume cuddling.

Day 2357

Chinchilla has a new game: he “hides” by burying his head into your shoulder and then counts into your neck.

Apparently there is no end to his ingenuity for being adorable and silly.

Day 2356

Chinchilla has started amusing himself by answering questions by saying “yes...or no.”

It’s partly aggravating because it is 100% my fault.

Day 2355

Lizard makes a card for a guest: “Thank you for coming. I love you”

Kids have such big beautiful hearts.

Day 2354

Chinchilla, who is obsessed with pumpkins, has decided he is a pumpkin. He eats like a pumpkin (holding his hands over his head, bending over to pick up the food with his fingers, then pushing it into his mouth while trying to keep his arms over his head) and he crawls like a pumpkin (holds hands together over his head, pushes with his legs, and plows his face across the floor).

Lizard does not appreciate this tomfoolery. “He’s not a real pumpkin! I want him to stop with this pumpkin stuff!”

C: “I’m a real pumpkin!”

Day 2353

And then everything changed...

Day 2352

That feeling when you’re having pancakes for dinner and your four year old starts suggesting options for vegetables to have with them... because she assumed that vegetables were part of the plan. Because of course vegetables for dinner!

Day 2351

Dear Chinchilla,

You figured out how to go to sleep ages and ages ago. What’s up with this? Why you gotta torment your poor hormonal pregnant mother with your sobbing and crying and piteous moaning?

Go back to knowing how to go to sleep, please.

Love,

Your Mother

Day 2350

Picked out Lizard’s next bed. Bought shelves, which she worried wouldn’t fit in the van with her in it. It wasn’t actually a problem, but it was still funny to realize that she might have better foresight than her parents.

The expedition utterly exhausted poor Chinchilla. For the first time, I managed to get him inside, out of his coat and boots, and into his bed without waking him up.

Day 2349

We now have two children obsessed with bringing us birthday presents for our pretend birthdays. If I really had birthdays this often, it wouldn’t seem so unreasonable when they present me with my pretend grandchildren.

Lizard is apparently planning to have seventeen children, and she is going to teach them to do ballet and be princesses. Between her work as an palaeontologist and/or astronaut.

Day 2348

That feeling when you’re snuggled up with your four year old watching Snow White and she says “because the witch just doesn’t want her to live, right?”

And your not yet two year old says while getting his toenails clipped: “Dan I do it byself?”