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Currently I have 8 (EIGHT) major tasks to complete at work. Yesterday I mapped out how I was going to get them all done. Totally doable.

Just after 5pm yesterday I got a call from my mom. My dad broke his leg (and thankfully nothing else!) falling down some stairs at work. He’s still in the hospital but much of today I was calling family and making sure my parents have what they need.

Also work task #9 cropped up.

Then our car Check Engine light came on and the Cruise Control light started flashing. Got it in to the mechanic. Semi-minor spark plug/electrical issue. Can be fixed for under $300. Calling it a win.

I feel like we keep just missing major tragedy and it’s freaking me out. Too many phone calls in the last 24 hours have started with “everyone’s ok, but…”.


Three-and-a-half years old

Saturday was Darwin’s half birthday. She’s right on track for all the typical “three” behaviors, including big feelings, boundary pushing, curiosity, and an insistence on simultaneous freedom and a need to constantly cling to us.

Preschool is going well, most days. This kid is a night owl who lives to sleep in (those are probably entirely my influence), so often getting out the door is a challenge. I’m considering home school for the simple fact that I’m becoming quiet certain that an 8am start time would ruin her for life. But, she loves her teachers and friends, talks about puzzles any time a new one comes out, can do her own buttons, and can nearly get her zippers done. I’m really enjoying her delight in learning new skills that she uses every day. Numbers are coming more readily than letters. This kid loves numbers and now will watch my book as I’m reading and point to each page number and state it with authority.

After months of basically ignoring it, Darwin will now use her scooter to race up and down the hallway with her sister. Racing is a new big thing. Darwin has a drive to be in front although currently they are “both winners!” I suspect that stems from lessons at school. Swim class was a huge success for her independence, but a big fat fail for a legs-arms-trunk rash of mostly dry, angry-looking skin, so we’re taking a break from that and back to gymnastics for the spring term. We considered another local swim class in a salt pool but it’s twice the cost and 2x a week for a shorter duration, so for now it’s a no go.

Sisterhood is mostly awesome, except when they both want the same thing, or Darwin wants space and Linnea wants to live in her sisters back pocket. They get along well though, and look out for each other. Although tonight I heard Darwin wail “I’m just trying to steal things from my sister!” Worth regards to playing with some toy or another. But they worked out out. This is my goal. For my kids to be capable of managing their own conflicts a majority of the time.

A last anecdote. Tonight at bed time Darwin said ‘when I grow up, I want to be a bug.’ When asked what kind, she said (of course) a ladybird beetle. I will not be surprised in 20 years if this kid is studying insects in far off places. Hopefully she’ll still be happy to come home for visits.

20 months

Linnea is twenty months old as of yesterday! We rang in the new month with a visit to the urgent care, precipitating from her falling down while twirling in the living room the night before and v being unwilling to put any weight on her right foot. Xrays prove no fracture, so now we just hope she feels better soon so we can stop carrying her everywhere!

Fun things about 20 months with Linnea:

– She knows all of her colors (at least the basics).

– She colors frenetically with crayons now.

– Linnea can climb into her own chair and car seat (and insists upon it).

– Language continues to explode, with current phrases like ‘Nea do it now’ and ‘that is?’ regularly peppering our conversations. She clearly says MamaLeah and MamaRae, and I get big grins now when she sees me after work or in the mornings.

– Swim class is probably Linnea’s very favorite thing to do in the whole world. She is part fish, I think.

– Linnea is a miracle self-potty-training wizard. Seriously. 20 months and in training pants on her own choice.

Harder things that are just a part of being almost-2:

– Tantrums and screaming when she isn’t understand. Sometimes it’s because we’re actually saying now but at least 50% of this should clear up as her language improves. She hates not being understood.

– Feeding the dog as soon as our backs are turned. Dog is becoming a sausage.

– Coloring on anything and everything if she finds any writing utensil anywhere. So far this includes my work notebook, windows, our desk, and a bunch of thank you cards that were ready to be mailed out for school.