What they say about being more relaxed with your second child is true. For example, I didn’t let David try Diet Coke until he was at least six months old. She also got her first fever a lot sooner, and got bonked in the head with a toy guitar WAY before David did. I’m hoping this phenomenon
I feel like we’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Mary Virginia is five months old. Next month we’ll start solids, she’ll sit up, soon enough she’ll be crawling and then she’ll move out and start screening my calls. Last month I thought we’d reached the cute, cuddly, roly-poly baby stage, but this month
It feels appropriate to post these photos today — the first day without rain in over a week. It rained every day last week. And even though it hasn’t rained here in maybe months, let’s all agree that a week of rain was a little much. Every day is amplified when you have a toddler.
We’ve seen some big changes this month. For starters, my hair started falling out. It’s happening a lot earlier than it did last time. Meanwhile, Mary Virginia continues to get even sweeter and more delightful every day. Yesterday I had to take David to the doctor, and Tom stayed home with Mary Virginia. I called to
Part of being the second child is wearing hand-me-downs. Mary Virginia already wears hand-me-downs all the time from friends, her cousins, her brother. This blue sleeper is actually a hand-me-hand-me-hand-me-down. At least two of my sister’s kids wore it before David. And now, even though it’s blue (which ubiquitously means boy in baby language), Mary
Mary Virginia is noticing her brother more and more. It’s adorable when she looks at him dancing and jumping and playing and a smile explodes across her face. It’s also adorable when he wants to interact with her and hold her and brings her her pacifier announcing, “Here ya go Mary ‘ginia! Here ya go
Mary Virginia rolled over, belly to back, yesterday. (These photos are fuzzy because it was dark in our living room; I took them before the sun was up.) We were all a little shocked. Speechless. Tom didn’t get to see her roll over in the morning, so after a long Sunday of church, Costco, visiting
Mary Virginia graduated. She’s three months old. That means she’s no longer a newborn; she’s officially a baby. When David was an infant I’d heard so much about the changes babies go through at three months that I was disappointed when he finally got there. The problem was that I set my expectations too high. I
When we ask David what a cow or a chicken or a pig says his default answer is to roar. You’d be surprised at how many animals a roar is appropriate for. Tiger, bear, buffalo, dragon, Daddy, Mary Virginia. Four out of five of these sounds he came up with on his own. One of
Whenever I tell her that she’s going to get wrinkles from all that scowling, she just looks back at me and furrows her eyebrows ever harder.