Tuesday, February 23, 2010

In Pictures

This is Miriam’s ooh-I-like-that-face:


Not pictured: my don’t-swing-those-beads-by-the-baby face.

This is Rachel’s yeah-whatevs-mom-nothing’s-going-to-happen face:


This is Miriam’s ouch-she-got-me face:


Not pictured: my I-told-you-so-now-apologize-to-your-sister-right-now face. Also not pictured: Rachel’s apology and the shaking vs. swinging 101 lecture.

This is Miriam’s that’s-okay-just-give-them-to-me-to-make-up-for-it face:


This is Miriam’s ooh-yeah-yeah-just-dangle-them-like-that face:


This is Miriam’s on-second-thought-give-them-to-me face:


This is Miriam going to get the beads because Rachel refused to relinquish them:

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If she could, she’d be all over the place. For now, though, rolling remains more efficient than crawling.


  1. I have to admit, sometimes after reading your blog I'm terrified to have two children. Mostly because I think I might squash anyone that hurts my baby, and quite possibly that "anyone" will be Sunshine.

    I honestly don't know how you (or any mother of two/three/a million) balances love and protectiveness between children. I guess I'll find out soon enough. :)

  2. There is a phase that my friend Crystal so eloquently described as the, "Please, for the sake of everything holy, don't touch me OR the baby!"

    But that wears off. I have definitely growled at Rachel several times, though, for being too rough. And by several times I mean like several times a day...