He melted my heart.

Like any nice mother, I lavish Henry with sympathy when he gets hurt. Too much according to my hard-hearted husband, but pish-posh to him.

Today Henry hurt his hand and came up to me crying. He held it out and asked me to kiss it. Even though I cover him with hugs and kisses when he gets hurt, I never "kiss the boo-boo." Which means my sweet boy came up with this on his own.

A Dream Fulfilled...

I always loved seeing little girls in smocked dresses. The white ones with the little rosebuds are my personal favorite. I have always secretly harbored a desire to dress a child in one. I never thought I would have a girl, so I thought my dream was dead :)

Well, along came Miss Molly. And Aunt Heather with her giant boxes of girl clothes. I was sorting through them last week and found the most darling little smocked jumper. Could it be? Would it fit? Yes it did! Woo hoo!

It was as fun as I thought it would be.

Fun Facts About Molly

• She has thick, dark brown hair that defies styling. Her eyes are still a grey blue.
• She has rolls of fat on her thighs, and when she lays down her belly extends over her sides. So adorable. She has already outgrown her newborn diapers.
• She hates having her arms swaddled down.
• She is a great eater, and eats much more than Henry ever did.
• She snoozes most of the day, but she insists on being held. If you put her in a crib, her bed, her chair or her swing, she wakes about 10 minutes later. I carry her much of the day in something called a Moby Wrap. In this, she will sleep for HOURS.
• She loves bathtime. She gets completely silent and sucks on her thumb. Just like she was doing in her ultrasound pictures.
• Her feet are very long and skinny. She will soon outgrow her newborn outfits that are footed just because her feet are so long.
• She has already started to smile and laugh a little, I think she did it first around two weeks old.
• Her most alert periods of the day are during Henry's nap and when everyone has gone to bed at night. I am soooo tired!

Reporting for Duty!

Henry, Molly and I were all catching some extra zzz's this morning in the big bed. Molly woke and was a little stuffy. Henry woke and wanted to know what was going on. I said "Molly has something up her nose." Groggily, he reached over and shoved his finger up her nose. Ahh, brotherly love...

Looking for a UN Translator

Things were easy when Henry only had a few simple words. Words like "apple" are easy to say and hard to mistake. Words like '"banana" were a little tricker, but once you knew that "numna" was "banana" you were all set.

Now that he is learning more complicated words like helicopter and dump truck and stringing multi-word sentences back to back things are getting much more dicey. If you don't have context he is almost impossible to understand. If you add in all of the words that he just flat out makes up forget about it. Sometimes I think he is just screwing with us for laughs.

My Modern Boy!

Henry is incredibly helpful and sweet to Molly. He wants to do, well, literally everything for her. I had to draw the line one recent morning when he pulled up his little pajama top because he wanted to nurse her.

I thought Adam was going to have a stroke right then and there.

A Tiny Victim to Commercialism

I have a diaper station set up in our living room and bedroom for Molly. Periodically, I ask Henry to run and get me a diaper from the bedroom. I couldn't figure out why he kept digging through the entire bin, getting them everywhere. Or, why he would bring me more than one and then toss the others somewhere like they were garbage.

After a bit of investigation, I determined that he only wants his baby sister to wear the diapers that have ELMO on the front. All others are un-wearable in his tiny mind.

A failure of imagination

I recently made Henry a big batch of homemade orange colored playdough. We made up a game where we roll it out and then drive his tiny construction vehicles through it. They get stuck in it, we dig it up with the backhoe and load it into the dump truck. Great, messy (but supervised) fun.

Anyway, he wanted to play with it again tonight. I slyly told him to ask Adam to play with him in his room so I could catch a little break. I tried to explain the rules to Adam and he confidently told me he could make up his own game. After only 10 minutes, he was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Henry then followed him out with a small pail filled with tiny pretend oranges. He was dumping them into the back of his wagon and pulling them around the apartment.

I incredulously asked Adam if he was serious in his intent to let Henry wander the apartment (unsupervised) with little balls of playdough. He pooh-poohed me and I just told him that I would not be responsible for the outcome.

Apparently he failed to imagine the mess that Henry was capable of creating. He was later removing it from our bedroom, Henry's toy kitchen, the wagon, a gift bag, the piece that was ground into Henry's bedroom carpet, Molly's bouncy seat...who knows where we will find it tomorrow.

Men!

Miss Molly at Four Weeks Old

Here are some new photos of Molly for your enjoyment!

Sledding with Dad!

Despite all of the excitement, Henry and Adam have managed to squeeze in a little sledding.