How to get on a trike.

After Easter all food had to be candy.

A is just over 2 now.

When people ask me how I like being a mom, the answer is easy. If I had known it was this much fun, I would have done it much much sooner.

She repeats everything we say. So we try to get her to say fun interesting things. Like “Buy! Buy! Buy! Sell! Sell! Sell!” and strange words like “gubernatorial” and “percolate” and “fuddy duddy”. She names everything she sees with incredible import. when we are driving she says “Whoa!”

I struggle more with nerves than every before. I used to travel all over the place with a pittance in my pocket and shrug it off, now I wish I could just be ok with things. I told J I don’t want to be a highly strung mom, but that is how I am feeling.

Once my brother said that eventually I would be astonished by the way other people raised their kids, and feel a sense of disapproval. That tsk tsking is just all bad, all wrong.