June 23, 2005

Arden has yet to crawl, but she’s getting there. Her new trick is to get on her hands and knees and rock herself back and forth - sometimes she even manages to move herself forward by sheer momentum. She thinks she’s the bomb when she does it, and the rocking is usually followed by lots of giggling and screeching.

Lily loves her new school and has been spending plenty of the time in the pool there. She starts official swim lessons the first week of July and according to the instructors there, she’ll be swimming underwater by the end of the second week. O-kay! I’m looking forward to that so I am not constantly worrying about her drowning.

She’s a trip these days. Actually, they both are. Lily usually puts herself to sleep by talking to herself. This includes lengthy repetitions of all the key phrases she has heard during the day, including comments from my mother, like: “Lily, big girls go on the potty. If you can’t make peepee on the potty, you’ll be wearing diapers forever. Lily, don’t make your poochie in your pants - call Grammy and Grammy will put you on the potty.” Or the other day, obviously from something she heard in school: “Andrew, no pushing or shoving! Put your walking feet on - we don’t run by the pool. Don’t tear the pages out of the books!” It’s just hilarious to hear her talking about all the things we said to her during the day. And also frightening how much she recalls.

I’ve been working a lot and trying to recover from my surgery. It’s taking longer than I had thought, especially after going to my last visit with the doctor and finding out that technically I shouldn’t be lifting any more than 15 pounds for 8 WEEKS!!! Hello! No one told me that prior to surgery. Note to readers: Arden weighs 15 pounds, 3 ounces . . . and that’s without being strapped to the infant carrier, which I swear weighs 10 pounds without anything in it. I’m just going to lift what I think I can handle and deal with it. Either that, or starve both children so that I get them below the 15 pound limit!