By popular demand!

  

 Bernadette beams up at the world.

Isaiah models his fashion sense with repurposed bonnet from Bernadette's collection.

You said it, sister.

Trying to leave Kidcity Children's Museum on Thursday, I struggled to put Isaiah's coat on with one hand while Bernadette sobbed in the sling. With the other hand I jammed books back on the shelves at about the same rate that Isaiah took new ones off. And of course, all the while I was very aware that our parking meter would expire any minute. Behind me I heard a mom, who was also trying to get her kids out the door, comment to another mom, "It's like trying to herd cats." Just enough of a smile to finish the job.

Monday Morning

Mama: Oh, I was making the bed, Isaiah, and now I can't because you're jumping on it.

Isaiah: That's the life for a boy!

More Grandparents

Isaiah explains something to Grandpa.

 And listens to a story from Grandma.

Everyone's cozy on the couch.

Bernadette

Now that she can roll over, she can sleep like this.

Grandpa Friedrichs reads an interesting book.

And the compelling final page of that book.

Sledding!

Two runs in Page Park today. It was cold, Isaiah was tired, and he didn't like getting snow in his face on the second run (with Grandpa). There were at least three good sledding spots here, though, so we'll be back.

Snow!

After I cleaned off the turtle's head, I suggested we continue walking. "First we have to brush off the turtle's fur," Isaiah said. So we cleared the shell. And then we cleared the other turtle at the playground. And then I pushed him in a swing and we watched the snowplow and caught snowflakes on our tongues and walked through more snow.

Driving into Hartford this morning, Isaiah sees the skyline: "Empire State buildings."

Driving in Brooklyn this afternoon, Isaiah sees the lighted Christmas decorations affixed to the utility poles: "Starflakes."

Reflection: Sledding is still fun. The long, slower hill with multiple drops is good for distance. The short, steep hill with ramps and rises at the bottom quickens the pulse (and I'm more aware of even tiny trees than I was as a kid). The guy 35 years younger than me is always going to want to sled for more clock ticks than I will. The best part, though: Right now he'd rather ride tandem with me than by himself.

Quote of the Day

"Sometimes nook makes your body go down from hurting." --Isaiah J. Friedrichs

Great Grandparents

Marian, Bernadette and Grandma and Grandpa Carr on Jan. 1, 2011.

Notes, mid-December to present

Bernadette: Almost rolled over twice the other day. Still hasn't mastered the arm tuck needed to get all the way over. Also more adept at manipulating things with her hands, although she frequently drops them and then they are lost. 

Isaiah: Used to reach up to my knees from the floor, now almost reaches down to my knees when I carry him in from the car, sleeping with his head on my shoulder.

2011 auspicious and lucky start. I snatched at the paint brush we play with in the tub as it slipped into the drain but missed. When all the water drained, no red handle was visible. Two stabs with a clothes hanger: nothing. On the third dip, some resistance, which I chalked up to catching on the pipe. What should emerge but a handle caught on the wire (and some hair that we didn't want back). Yay! No plumber!

"What is that?" Isaiah asked about a New Yorker cartoon. So I tried to explain the cultural references that make a street food cart advertising "hunka, hunka burning love" funny.

Isaiah's currently reading the Mediterranean cookbook. He sat as read the names of the foods pictured. Then started flipping through on his own when I stepped away.

If you need a slobber machine, Bernadette is available for New Years parties (althuigh she goes to sleep by 10).

The number of trucks increases exponentially. Soon our house will be used only as a garage for all the toys with wheels, and we'll have to rent a new place for sleeping and eating.

Morning family Grease dance party.

Isaiah shows interest in butter sculpting, although his early work is abstract and may be shaped more by his taste for the dairy material than any artistic vision.

Fun!

  Helping with the whipped cream at Christmas.

Siblings and their bunnies.