breakfast

There is nothing routine about Tua's morning schedule. She wakes up in the best of spirits and usually requests juice (cranberry, please) and toast and depending upon her disposition, will either eat sitting cross-legged on the floor, at the table with us, or at her own office desk. Today, I was allowed an audience with her in her own little breakfast cubicle. She feasted on cheerios and raisins while playing with a candlestick. The starved figure that she took me to be, I was offered one of her blocks, to eat, I can only assume.

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Into the life of every child, there must come an ear infection. What fun! Pictures really wouldn't do it justice. Tua was up most of each night for much of the last week with what must have been a numbing pain. We can only assume as much- after all, she has not reached the age of verbage and was trying her best to get across adjectives like 'excruciating' and 'horrible' by acting them out in gestured frustrations. My favorite one was having a bowl of cereal dumped down my shirt.

So we're all recovering...she is much better today- back to her old self- running circles around the room, demanding rides for herself (and her animals) on the braided rugs, and partaking of more than her recommened daily allowance of her favorite food groups- Spanish Olives and pitted prunes, in that order.

Below is a picture from a few weeks back of Tua and I with a bunch of Tua's Bridgewater pals...the baby population up here is on the uptick. Between my unkempt hair and a shirt that clearly doesn;t fly with the color scheme, I'm the odd man out here. From l-r Schuyler, Jane, Tua, Seth and our friend Nicola holding her newest- Harriet and Edie. An all female trend.....hmmmm.

Crazy Cousins

Tua and Pascal made a game of out-pacing each other this morning. Our second floor is set up in somewhat of a circuit, which doubles as a track on which two year olds can run round and round. In the end, both were more tired than victorious.

First Bed

First Snow

Dress Up