However, I thought this is more fitting of his personality right now.
Whitaker - Five Weeks OldThursday, June 30, 2011
Every Thursday for a Year
Since Whitaker has yet to cry that often or long I thought about using this photo...
However, I thought this is more fitting of his personality right now.
Whitaker - Five Weeks Old
However, I thought this is more fitting of his personality right now. Whitaker - Five Weeks Old
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Bouncy Seat and Crazy Hair
I just posted a bunch of photos on Facebook and after posting them I realized two things. 1) I need to start working on taming Mae's hair and 2) I take WAY too many photos of Whitaker in the bouncy seat. Also, I noticed most of my photos of late have been taken in the house. Taking the camera, with the two kids and all their stuff, out of the house would be just one more thing that I am responsible for while out (I am already concerned about losing one of the kids). I hope when I get the hang of managing the two kids I will be better able to capture other moments in their lives, otherwise, we will be having the same boring backdrops [my messy house].
Monday, June 27, 2011
Big Sister
On Sunday morning, Mae, Whitaker and I were at the park with a couple of my mom friends and their kids. Mae had to have done, hands down, the cutest thing EVER, ever.
Let me set the scene. Underneath the slides of the play structure, there are two hammock plastic like seat-esque things. After being at the park for 30 minutes, Mae joined five or so kids hanging out on the seats. Kate, my friend, commented how Mae was "holding her own" with these bigger kids. Eventually all the kids left except for an eight year old girl, giving Mae the opportunity to have one of the seats to herself. The eight year girl who had command of one of the seats held her perch.
The eight year old started repeating over and over "no babies allowed" in reference to the seat she was sitting on. And also in reference to Mae. The girl would get off the seat to taunt Mae. Mae would take the bait and try to get on it. The girl would then run to it before Mae could sit down and say rudely, "no babies allowed." (I feel that I can use the word rudely here since she also told Mae "to scram" at one point). As I watched from about 10 feet away, I didn't know if Mae really knew what the girl was trying to say to her about her being a baby but Mae would repeat, "no babies," when the girl said it.
After a dozen or so of times of this happening, I don't know what changed but all of sudden Mae emphatically told the girl, while pointing to herself, "big sister." My heart swelled at this moment from pride that this was my daughter. She was letting the girl know that she was NOT a baby but a big sister and allowed to sit on the play structure.
Again, cutest thing EVER, ever, ever.
Let me set the scene. Underneath the slides of the play structure, there are two hammock plastic like seat-esque things. After being at the park for 30 minutes, Mae joined five or so kids hanging out on the seats. Kate, my friend, commented how Mae was "holding her own" with these bigger kids. Eventually all the kids left except for an eight year old girl, giving Mae the opportunity to have one of the seats to herself. The eight year girl who had command of one of the seats held her perch.
The eight year old started repeating over and over "no babies allowed" in reference to the seat she was sitting on. And also in reference to Mae. The girl would get off the seat to taunt Mae. Mae would take the bait and try to get on it. The girl would then run to it before Mae could sit down and say rudely, "no babies allowed." (I feel that I can use the word rudely here since she also told Mae "to scram" at one point). As I watched from about 10 feet away, I didn't know if Mae really knew what the girl was trying to say to her about her being a baby but Mae would repeat, "no babies," when the girl said it.
After a dozen or so of times of this happening, I don't know what changed but all of sudden Mae emphatically told the girl, while pointing to herself, "big sister." My heart swelled at this moment from pride that this was my daughter. She was letting the girl know that she was NOT a baby but a big sister and allowed to sit on the play structure.
Again, cutest thing EVER, ever, ever.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
My Dearest Whitaker
My Dearest Whitaker,
You are one months old today. Most days I need to stop and remember that you are SO new since I feel that you have been in my life forever. I never thought that I could love someone as much as I love your sister but then you came along and it is safe to say that I do. For any future arguments, I love you both equally.
Since this is the second time at the "rodeo" [parenthood] for your dad and I, it has seemed far easier. It is like riding a bike. Your body remembers what it is like to not sleep, nurse, not be able to eat when you are hungry, and change 20 diapers a day. You also might be fortunate because we hopefully worked out some of the kinks of taking care of a newborn by practicing on your sister.
Since newborns/infants don't do a whole lot besides eat, sleep, cry, poop and pee, I don't have as much to "report" as I might in subsequent months. And although the only thing that you do is eat, sleep, cry, poop, and pee, I think all those acts are the most magnificent and fascinating things in the whole wide world. If I stare at you long enough while you are napping, you will eventually smile. It is the sweetest and most pure smile. One that says I am happy, warm, and comfortable right now. It is also addictive to watch and wait for it.
I guess the most important thing of note is that you are a super mellow and easy baby (or at least so far). When I mentioned above all babies cry, you have miraculously done very little of it. Not that you can't belt out a good wail when you are hungry or tired but for the most part you seem to be content to hang out. In fact, you are so easy, in terms of not crying, there hasn't been a time when we can't get you to stop in a matter for seconds. Except once, but that was because you were stuck in a car and hungry.
You are growing like a weed. At your two week appointment, you weighed 9 pounds 6 ounces, a weight gain of about 2 ounces a day. Dr. Sheridan said she likes to see a 1 ounce weight gain. This probably means, or we can only hope, that you are going to be taller than your dad and inherit the height gene from both sides of our families.
You are strong. And I am not just saying that because you are my kid. The nurses at the hosptial commented on it, as did our peditrician's nurse. You already have pretty decent head control and you are constantly pushing your legs against my stomach to try to "jump." We have started your morning exercises. I did these with your sister. Right now we only do arm exercises that consist of "out, down, out, and in," leg to hand stretches, and tummy time. Mae also participates and helps count out or wants her turn. In your easy going way, you let her take her turn. (Obviously, you are unaware of this).
You love or don't cry when we give you your bath. You actually kick your legs and enjoy when we pour the warm water over your belly and head. I would discuss sleeping but you are an infant and only expected to sleep three to four hours at a time. When you clock off five hours of sleep, I cheer a little but don't expect it to happen often.
You are all boy. You love to grunt, fart, and spit up. I know these aren't defining characteristics of a boy but I don't know a whole lot of girls that do these things. Or as least as adults. Again, I find this all fascinating.
Getting to be your mom is the most important thing I will ever do in my life. Thanks for making it an easy thing this month. (I am sure you are going to work me over for a month in your teen years to make up for it). Know that you are infinitely and endlessly loved by your dad and I, and will be month after month. Looking forward to a lifetime of memories with you.
Love you always, Mom
You are one months old today. Most days I need to stop and remember that you are SO new since I feel that you have been in my life forever. I never thought that I could love someone as much as I love your sister but then you came along and it is safe to say that I do. For any future arguments, I love you both equally.
Since this is the second time at the "rodeo" [parenthood] for your dad and I, it has seemed far easier. It is like riding a bike. Your body remembers what it is like to not sleep, nurse, not be able to eat when you are hungry, and change 20 diapers a day. You also might be fortunate because we hopefully worked out some of the kinks of taking care of a newborn by practicing on your sister.
Since newborns/infants don't do a whole lot besides eat, sleep, cry, poop and pee, I don't have as much to "report" as I might in subsequent months. And although the only thing that you do is eat, sleep, cry, poop, and pee, I think all those acts are the most magnificent and fascinating things in the whole wide world. If I stare at you long enough while you are napping, you will eventually smile. It is the sweetest and most pure smile. One that says I am happy, warm, and comfortable right now. It is also addictive to watch and wait for it.
I guess the most important thing of note is that you are a super mellow and easy baby (or at least so far). When I mentioned above all babies cry, you have miraculously done very little of it. Not that you can't belt out a good wail when you are hungry or tired but for the most part you seem to be content to hang out. In fact, you are so easy, in terms of not crying, there hasn't been a time when we can't get you to stop in a matter for seconds. Except once, but that was because you were stuck in a car and hungry.
You are growing like a weed. At your two week appointment, you weighed 9 pounds 6 ounces, a weight gain of about 2 ounces a day. Dr. Sheridan said she likes to see a 1 ounce weight gain. This probably means, or we can only hope, that you are going to be taller than your dad and inherit the height gene from both sides of our families.
You are strong. And I am not just saying that because you are my kid. The nurses at the hosptial commented on it, as did our peditrician's nurse. You already have pretty decent head control and you are constantly pushing your legs against my stomach to try to "jump." We have started your morning exercises. I did these with your sister. Right now we only do arm exercises that consist of "out, down, out, and in," leg to hand stretches, and tummy time. Mae also participates and helps count out or wants her turn. In your easy going way, you let her take her turn. (Obviously, you are unaware of this).
You love or don't cry when we give you your bath. You actually kick your legs and enjoy when we pour the warm water over your belly and head. I would discuss sleeping but you are an infant and only expected to sleep three to four hours at a time. When you clock off five hours of sleep, I cheer a little but don't expect it to happen often.
You are all boy. You love to grunt, fart, and spit up. I know these aren't defining characteristics of a boy but I don't know a whole lot of girls that do these things. Or as least as adults. Again, I find this all fascinating.
Getting to be your mom is the most important thing I will ever do in my life. Thanks for making it an easy thing this month. (I am sure you are going to work me over for a month in your teen years to make up for it). Know that you are infinitely and endlessly loved by your dad and I, and will be month after month. Looking forward to a lifetime of memories with you.
Love you always, Mom
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Father's Day
Happy Daddy's Day to one of the greatest Dads I know, Pearson F. Cummings. Of course, my own father, Joe Kogut, is at the top of the list.
Here are photos from Friday of the kids just hanging out in our bed before baths after Pearson got home from work. They both love their Dad. I especially love the photo of Mae glowingly looking at Pearson. That photos exemplifies how much Mae adores her dad. As you can see, Mae occassionally has started to ask to hold Whitaker.
Here are photos from Friday of the kids just hanging out in our bed before baths after Pearson got home from work. They both love their Dad. I especially love the photo of Mae glowingly looking at Pearson. That photos exemplifies how much Mae adores her dad. As you can see, Mae occassionally has started to ask to hold Whitaker.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
General Observations
Here are some general observations from the last couple of weeks.
1. I thought getting on the computer was difficult pre-Whitaker. Now, I know why I didn't update or chronicle the first six and half months of Mae's life by blogging.
2. I never thought that a chunk of my day would be devoted to the care and concern of inanimate objects or Mae's precious belonging, ie froggie, Elmo phone, etc...Protecting these objects from destruction or loss is MY job, like it is no buddies business. I fear if they break or go missing we are going to be in a world of toddler temper tantrums. I guard these objects with every ounce of my being and spend a whole lot of brain power worrying about them.
3. I forgot how many times a day you have to change a newborn's outfit, three to four times a day. Also, Whitaker spits/throws up (something Mae did not do) and requires more costume changes.
4. I NEVER ever thought in my entire life the one thing that I would want more than anything, more than having a second home somewhere warm and sunny, would be a full sized washer and dryer. The amount of laundry I do on a daily basis is definitely not environmentally friendly.
5. I forgot how much not sleeping more than three hours in a row sucks. 'Nuff said.
6. I never thought that I would be a parent that yet again has resorted to a pacifier to silence/appease my child. You do what you got to do.
7. It is shocking how much noise a newborn makes in their sleep. We never slept in the same room as Mae so we were fortunate to not hear every grunt. Now we have no choice but to share a room with "our own little pug" as Pearson has affectionately said.
8. Ditka is still my problem child.
9. It is crazy how quickly newborns grow.
10. Pearson and I are having a hard time coming with a nickname or an endearing term to call Whitaker. I am not a fan of my little man and have resorted to calling him "buddy" quite a bit. Despite, hating the term "buddy," I think it sounds like President Clinton's dog. Note to self: work on a nickname (Pearson is better at this than me).
1. I thought getting on the computer was difficult pre-Whitaker. Now, I know why I didn't update or chronicle the first six and half months of Mae's life by blogging.
2. I never thought that a chunk of my day would be devoted to the care and concern of inanimate objects or Mae's precious belonging, ie froggie, Elmo phone, etc...Protecting these objects from destruction or loss is MY job, like it is no buddies business. I fear if they break or go missing we are going to be in a world of toddler temper tantrums. I guard these objects with every ounce of my being and spend a whole lot of brain power worrying about them.
3. I forgot how many times a day you have to change a newborn's outfit, three to four times a day. Also, Whitaker spits/throws up (something Mae did not do) and requires more costume changes.
4. I NEVER ever thought in my entire life the one thing that I would want more than anything, more than having a second home somewhere warm and sunny, would be a full sized washer and dryer. The amount of laundry I do on a daily basis is definitely not environmentally friendly.
5. I forgot how much not sleeping more than three hours in a row sucks. 'Nuff said.
6. I never thought that I would be a parent that yet again has resorted to a pacifier to silence/appease my child. You do what you got to do.
7. It is shocking how much noise a newborn makes in their sleep. We never slept in the same room as Mae so we were fortunate to not hear every grunt. Now we have no choice but to share a room with "our own little pug" as Pearson has affectionately said.
8. Ditka is still my problem child.
9. It is crazy how quickly newborns grow.
10. Pearson and I are having a hard time coming with a nickname or an endearing term to call Whitaker. I am not a fan of my little man and have resorted to calling him "buddy" quite a bit. Despite, hating the term "buddy," I think it sounds like President Clinton's dog. Note to self: work on a nickname (Pearson is better at this than me).
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Remind me in 13 years
Mae is generally pretty cuddly and lovable but today was exceptionally special to me. Mae and I laid together on the bed surrounded by pillows and blankets and stared into each other's eyes after some cuddles and laughs. My heart swelled with such love. She then kissed me and my heart almost burst. At that moment, I said to Pearson.
Me: Please remind me in 13 years when Mae storms out of the house saying, "I hate you" that at one time in her life I was her favorite person and she actually wanted to hang out with me.
Pearson: She isn't going to storm out of the house and say, "I hate you." She is going to say F-off Mom." [Note: we don't use the F word in the house anymore because Mae pretty much repeats everything we say].
Me: Ok, regardless of what nasty thing she says to me. Still let me never forget this moment.
Me: Please remind me in 13 years when Mae storms out of the house saying, "I hate you" that at one time in her life I was her favorite person and she actually wanted to hang out with me.
Pearson: She isn't going to storm out of the house and say, "I hate you." She is going to say F-off Mom." [Note: we don't use the F word in the house anymore because Mae pretty much repeats everything we say].
Me: Ok, regardless of what nasty thing she says to me. Still let me never forget this moment.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
A Sunday at the Beach
Today we loaded up the family and headed to Alki Beach in West Seattle to introduce the Moirs to Whitaker and to have Mae and Will frolick on the beach. The sun was out, the beach smelled of suntan lotion (despite Mae's outfit below), all kids were happy, and parents got to catchup. 
Alyssa and Whitaker
Will and Dave
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Every Thursday for a Year
A good friend of mine in Seattle took a photo of her daughter every week, on the exact same day, for a year. I have decided to steal the idea and take a photo of Whitaker every Thursday for the next year. I choose Thursday since he was born on a Thursday. Here is picture number 3.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Goodbye Maudy
As I have mentioned in past posts since Mae went verbal she has put her own spin on certain words. For instance, milk was always milka (until a month ago), water is always referred to as aqua (although none of us speak Spanish), and I have always been referred affectionately as Maudy. Sadly, the other day, Maudy was replaced with the far more traditional Mommy. There was no big fanfare about it and I didn't really notice until Pearson pointed it out to me. As much as I didn't want to be referred to as Maudy forEVER, I am a tinge sad that this is the end of the era of Mae creating her own words to express herself.
Thanks Mae for letting me be your Maudy it was fun while it lasted and I, of course, look forward to being your Mommy and then your mom.
Thanks Mae for letting me be your Maudy it was fun while it lasted and I, of course, look forward to being your Mommy and then your mom.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Life with Whitaker
The last 12 days have been blissfully busy. I can't imagine life without Whitaker but the coordination of two kids is definitely going to require some fine tuning, especially now that my parents left town yesterday. Thankfully my parents were in Seattle for the week following Whitaker's birth and were a source of entertainment and attention for both kids. I am sad to see them go, as is, Whitaker but most especially Mae. Here are photos from the last week of how we are settling into our life with Whitaker.
Mae with her stroller and her baby. Thanks Grandma Cummings for the gift. It is one of Mae's favorite things and one of mine and Pearson's least favorite things. As you can see from this photo when she pushes it, she pushes it with such fierce determination, you got to get out of the way or risk getting run over.
My Mom, Whitaker, and I enjoying the nice Seattle weather.
When my parents come to visit, I give my Dad tasks. This time around, I asked him to build a gate along our house so that I could have a "dog run" to allow Ditka in and out. It also keeps all the non-kid friendly stuff hidden from kids hands.
Whitaker's First Doctor's Appointment. He gained all his weight back a big accomplishment for the little guy.
My beautiful, healthy, and lovable kids. Mae who I thought seemed so little before now looks like a giant next to Whitaker. This photo also shows Mae with her "Elmo phone."
I love how long her hair is getting, albeit, a little unruly in this photo.
My girls from playgroup brought Mae a giraffe balloon. Who knew a little helium could make a gal so happy.
My kids relaxing. Mae loves the baby bouncy seats.
Mae now tries to rock Whit. She goes up to the chair and says, "I rock." We have to do a lot of supervision of this activity otherwise Whit is on a roller coaster ride.
So wide awake and alert.
My mom going for a walk in the Arboretum with the grandkids.
Throwing rocks at the Arboretum. This was right before we left the Arboretum because Mae tried to get into the water despite me telling her repeatedly not to. I told her "one more time and we are going home." She called my bluff and went into the water. We went home.
Whit's first stroll in the Arboretum. He was asleep the whole time and wasn't able to enjoy it fully.
Feeding Whit. So much easier the second time around.
Grandma Jan and Whitaker. Don't worry he wasn't in the sun for long.
He, then, assumed a position in the shade laying in the grass. He took a snooze under the tree.
Such tiny little feet and rather long toes.
First family trip to Madison Park beach. I am seeing quite a few of these in our future this summer.
I am 100 percent positive that I have this same exact photo of Mae. I need to dig it out and put the two together.
Mae enjoying the beach as a big sister.
Whitaker enjoying laying at the beach in the shade as the little brother.
Grandma and Papa Kogut's last day in Seattle. We were very sad to see them leave.
Mae with her stroller and her baby. Thanks Grandma Cummings for the gift. It is one of Mae's favorite things and one of mine and Pearson's least favorite things. As you can see from this photo when she pushes it, she pushes it with such fierce determination, you got to get out of the way or risk getting run over.
My Mom, Whitaker, and I enjoying the nice Seattle weather.
When my parents come to visit, I give my Dad tasks. This time around, I asked him to build a gate along our house so that I could have a "dog run" to allow Ditka in and out. It also keeps all the non-kid friendly stuff hidden from kids hands.
Whitaker's First Doctor's Appointment. He gained all his weight back a big accomplishment for the little guy.
My beautiful, healthy, and lovable kids. Mae who I thought seemed so little before now looks like a giant next to Whitaker. This photo also shows Mae with her "Elmo phone."
I love how long her hair is getting, albeit, a little unruly in this photo. 
My girls from playgroup brought Mae a giraffe balloon. Who knew a little helium could make a gal so happy.
My kids relaxing. Mae loves the baby bouncy seats. 
Mae now tries to rock Whit. She goes up to the chair and says, "I rock." We have to do a lot of supervision of this activity otherwise Whit is on a roller coaster ride.
So wide awake and alert.
My mom going for a walk in the Arboretum with the grandkids.
Throwing rocks at the Arboretum. This was right before we left the Arboretum because Mae tried to get into the water despite me telling her repeatedly not to. I told her "one more time and we are going home." She called my bluff and went into the water. We went home.
Whit's first stroll in the Arboretum. He was asleep the whole time and wasn't able to enjoy it fully.
Feeding Whit. So much easier the second time around.
Grandma Jan and Whitaker. Don't worry he wasn't in the sun for long.
He, then, assumed a position in the shade laying in the grass. He took a snooze under the tree.
Such tiny little feet and rather long toes.
First family trip to Madison Park beach. I am seeing quite a few of these in our future this summer.
I am 100 percent positive that I have this same exact photo of Mae. I need to dig it out and put the two together.
Mae enjoying the beach as a big sister.
Whitaker enjoying laying at the beach in the shade as the little brother. 
Grandma and Papa Kogut's last day in Seattle. We were very sad to see them leave.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
My Dearest Mae
My Dearest Mae,
You are 21 months old today. Your brilliance is mindblowing, your uniqueness is inspiring, your determination is unfathomable at times, and your cuteness is squishable. I know everyone thinks their kids are smart, adorable, sweet, lovable, etc... but you really ARE all those things.
I guess the most significant change in your life is that you are no longer an "only child." You are taking the invasion of our home by a newborn in stride so far. Thank goodness! Your dad and I are still calling this the honeymoon phase (since your brother has only been around for a week) but we are hopeful that you will continue to think the baby is "soft" and want to give him kisses and hugs.
This last month, especially in the last couple weeks, your speech has taken off. You string together many words that form thoughts. I guess they can be considered sentences but they are pretty rudimentary, three to four words. But what is most impressive is that it is nonstop. You have the gift of gab (no shock considering who your parents are).
You are determined more than ever. When you want something you want it. For instance, when you want to eat, you just keep saying, "eat, eat, eat, eat" over and over again. As if we didn't hear you the first time. This makes your dad (and me on occasion) want to bang his head against the wall and scream expletives at the top of his lungs. Ditka [the dog] has even picked up on the cue and goes and stands by your chair in the hopes that she will get some scraps. You are becoming fiercely independent when it comes to certain things and you will exclaim, "self" when you want to do it on your own. But you still ask for "help Maudy" when you can't do something on your own or you want me by your side. I am willing to obliged (although, I can see this being more and more difficult now that I have your brother to tend to as well).
I am amazed at how you remember things and sometimes blown away at your recollection of past events. For instance, Grandma Kogut is here visiting us. You remember that she has an Ipad with a Cat game that you love to look at you. You also love an "app" with Old McDonald Had a Farm and you actually knew where the button was for it on the computer.
You have become a little obssessed with Elmo and now the other Sesame Street characters, including "Abby Dabby" [Abby Cadabby], Oe [Zoe], Monster [Cookie Monster], and Ernie. I blame myself for the obsession. I allowed you to watch it. You now know almost all the characters despite the fact we only watch it every other week or so. We continue your love of it by buying you "Elmo Books" and Grandma and Papa Kogut just brought you an "Elmo Phone" [radio thing that plays music] that you are obssessed with!! Honestly, I don't mind it and it keeps you occupied. Also, there is a volume control on it so I can turn it down very low.
We have been working on counting and you can count to two and have counted to five once. You still love to read. And now I let you finish sentences in books. Also, I know what book you want when you might not say the title perfectly. For instance, if you say "Mom book," I know that you want me to read "Mom and Me." You love playing chase and hide [and seek]. You love when we take the pillows and make forts. You request them.
The last month has made me a little bit sad that it will no longer be "just us girls" but I know your brother will add such an exciting and unforgettable dimension to the gang that we will never think twice about life without him. Can't wait to see how you show him the ropes! Just don't have him work his parents over too much.
Love You Always, Mom
You are 21 months old today. Your brilliance is mindblowing, your uniqueness is inspiring, your determination is unfathomable at times, and your cuteness is squishable. I know everyone thinks their kids are smart, adorable, sweet, lovable, etc... but you really ARE all those things.
I guess the most significant change in your life is that you are no longer an "only child." You are taking the invasion of our home by a newborn in stride so far. Thank goodness! Your dad and I are still calling this the honeymoon phase (since your brother has only been around for a week) but we are hopeful that you will continue to think the baby is "soft" and want to give him kisses and hugs.
This last month, especially in the last couple weeks, your speech has taken off. You string together many words that form thoughts. I guess they can be considered sentences but they are pretty rudimentary, three to four words. But what is most impressive is that it is nonstop. You have the gift of gab (no shock considering who your parents are).
You are determined more than ever. When you want something you want it. For instance, when you want to eat, you just keep saying, "eat, eat, eat, eat" over and over again. As if we didn't hear you the first time. This makes your dad (and me on occasion) want to bang his head against the wall and scream expletives at the top of his lungs. Ditka [the dog] has even picked up on the cue and goes and stands by your chair in the hopes that she will get some scraps. You are becoming fiercely independent when it comes to certain things and you will exclaim, "self" when you want to do it on your own. But you still ask for "help Maudy" when you can't do something on your own or you want me by your side. I am willing to obliged (although, I can see this being more and more difficult now that I have your brother to tend to as well).
I am amazed at how you remember things and sometimes blown away at your recollection of past events. For instance, Grandma Kogut is here visiting us. You remember that she has an Ipad with a Cat game that you love to look at you. You also love an "app" with Old McDonald Had a Farm and you actually knew where the button was for it on the computer.
You have become a little obssessed with Elmo and now the other Sesame Street characters, including "Abby Dabby" [Abby Cadabby], Oe [Zoe], Monster [Cookie Monster], and Ernie. I blame myself for the obsession. I allowed you to watch it. You now know almost all the characters despite the fact we only watch it every other week or so. We continue your love of it by buying you "Elmo Books" and Grandma and Papa Kogut just brought you an "Elmo Phone" [radio thing that plays music] that you are obssessed with!! Honestly, I don't mind it and it keeps you occupied. Also, there is a volume control on it so I can turn it down very low.
We have been working on counting and you can count to two and have counted to five once. You still love to read. And now I let you finish sentences in books. Also, I know what book you want when you might not say the title perfectly. For instance, if you say "Mom book," I know that you want me to read "Mom and Me." You love playing chase and hide [and seek]. You love when we take the pillows and make forts. You request them.
The last month has made me a little bit sad that it will no longer be "just us girls" but I know your brother will add such an exciting and unforgettable dimension to the gang that we will never think twice about life without him. Can't wait to see how you show him the ropes! Just don't have him work his parents over too much.
Love You Always, Mom
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