Who is the most fearsome pirate on the seven seas?
Snotnose, that’s who!
Arrrrrrgh!
No, Ari – do a pirate face, not duck lips.
What, Mom?
No, Ari – don’t be super cute. Be super fearsome!
Like this, Mom?
Not exactly.
Wait, I got it!
Close enough, Snotnose.
Five years ago today I was looking at this sweet face.
Now I’m looking at this sweet face. No, not the green one.
True to tradition, Daddy made pancakes for breakfast in bed.
Then Veronica got to pick dinner. She chose Pizza Hut. I thought about trying to talk her into something different, but she has been wanting to try “Pizza Hunt” for a long time.
Also by request, cakes “like from Brave.”
And, of course, the candle must be licked.
Five! So big. When did that happen?
Loving daughter.
Bestest big sister.
A reason to celebrate!
Just hoping I don’t turn into a bear.
It’s my brother’s birthday today! Or yesterday. Since it will be Saturday by the time I’m done writing this. To celebrate, a crowd of us went to the Sugar Bowl.
I think Ari was in heaven.
Look at that face! And those eyes! Love.
Why yes, I did enjoy my ice cream. Or rather, my mom’s ice cream. Which makes it mine.
Omi got some Moira time.
Ice cream is more important than saying cheese.
Cousins. Birthday boy on the right.
My sweetheart.
Playing a little whack-a-mole. Er, shark.
Me and my baby.
Today I gave each of the girls a plastic bag and instructed them to go on a trash-collecting mission. Naturally, they had to come up with some sort of game of pretend to make this chore more fun (thanks, Mary Poppins).
What imaginary game did they settle on?
Picking up dog poop. Sounds like a lot more fun, doesn’t it?
Moira Heidi Greene.
9.0 lbs, 21 inches.
Born 4/25/13 at 10:27 pm.
Cuddly.
Chill.
Totally cool.
Champion eater.
Champion sleeper.
Yo.
The new star of the show.
Loved by her big sisters.
All.
Three.
Socks for mittens.
One week old.
Two weeks old.
Despite the oven turning off in the middle of cooking a pot roast, tonight’s dinner went very well. Grape juice, matzo bread and the reading from Holy Thursday helped to make it special for the girls. And even spawned these gems of insightfulness.
Veronica: Satan is mean.
Jacinta: I not mean. I share.
…
Mom: No honey, she said Satan, not Cinta.
Veronica: Can I have some more grape juice? I will pass over my cup. Because it is Passover. That is the other thing it can mean. You pass things over.
What do you do with a daredevil 16 month old when Mom needs a bathroom break?
There are two options:
1. Leave said toddler free to roam the house, where she will climb every available surface, open every available drawer and tease every available pet. But at least you will be alone in the bathroom.
2. Bring said toddler into the bathroom with you, where she will try to climb into your lap, pull all the toilet paper off of the roll and take every bottle of soap out from under the sink. But at least you will be able to witness and potentially intervene in any mischief.
So…which path do you follow when nature is calling?
Bonus Option (which I wish I had thought of earlier this morning): Corral said toddler in either a playpen or crib, where there may be lots of shrieking and screaming and other frustrated vocalizations. But at least you can be alone in the bathroom AND feel secure that the garbage hasn’t become a buffet again.
Yep, that’s the one.
