Like a bear crawling from her den . . . yes, like a mother bear, I've emerged, squinting at my last blog post title. How did that happen? Life intervenes. There is only so much space on the desktop. Swivelheader and NYC Moms have both gotten crowded out, by other writing projects, Christmas, improv, less babysitting time, singing, starting a law practice and the illness and passing of an childhood friend. It feels good that I'm not under contract here, but nonetheless I feel an obligation to update. So here, in no particular order, is a list of events that have happened since fall:
Bennett got potty-trained; they realized Santa is real and giving them presents; they learned how to climb on a stool to access my party shoes/the computer/the kitchen knives; started giggling uncontrollably whenever we said grace; Bennett let go of the Humpty obsession, pretty much, and developed one for trains; we stopped using the double stroller, which was held together with twine anyway; Ruby decided she only wants to wear pink dresses and skirts, at the same time; they say, "where did you went?"; we removed the sides of their cribs to make them "beds"; they stopped napping; people keep commenting on the extension of Ruby's foot and how she should have dance instruction; we got into the preschool of our choice (yay), but in the afternoon (bleh); we stopped using shampoo on their hair, which made it much healthier, weirdly; they're bored of almost all their books; their clothes got too small; they turned three.
So, in other words, growing is their business, and business is good.
Welcome to spring!
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