Posted by: Andrea | May 28, 2011

A Look Back, Part I

When I asked Craig in February what he wanted to do for his birthday (in March) he said, “Let’s go to Disneyland!” I asked him if he was joking and when he said no I thought, okay, this could be fun. And it was!

My sister came out to visit us the first weekend in March and we decided to celebrate early so that she could join us. Well, beyond just visiting us, she went too far and treated everyone to Disneyland. Thank you, Kati Neni!

This was the kids’ second time and they loved it. We stayed for the fireworks show – which was amazing and, as my Momma said, better than the annual Hungarian independence show – and took some really grainy pictures. As I am in a very slow catch-up mode (may be part of my nesting?) I will only post a few, but enough so that we can remember this wonderful, wonderful day. (I have to admit, I had a great time, too!)

Isabel loves Aurora's castle. Here with Nagyi and Kati Neni.

The girls and Mickey.

And I know, selective coloring was so 90s, but how could I not selective color this?

Our little and growing family.

Thomas continued to follow in his father’s footsteps and would scream through some of the rides (notably, the teacups.) Isabel, like last time, cried through Pirates and the Caribbean. Otherwise they were full of giggles and tireless energy running through the park.

We may have to take advantage of our SoCal residency and make this an annual tradition.

Posted by: Andrea | May 14, 2011

Before I go…

I decided to take a quick trip to visit an old friend who just gave birth to twins. Tomorrow I’m leaving on a jet plane and, I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous. This time I will be flying solo and will be away from my family for a week. (Sleep, anyone?)

Before I go, I just wanted to put up a couple pictures to rub in my face every day the cuteness that I will be missing. And, like always, there is so much to catch up on – I may just have to let that go – and I’m afraid I haven’t even taken notes on all the changes the kids have been going through.

My Old Soul.

Ah, Isabel, you amaze me. I don’t really know what to say right now. She’s all girl now and totally ready to explore the whole wide world. It has now become a ritual to tell her a story at night and we have finally moved beyond losing body parts. One day it would be nice if together we could draw on paper the far-away lands we come up with, among them the Enchanted Forest, Uno, the Jungle and even Thomas’s and her kingdom. Her favorite is the Enchanted Forest, where she and Thomas search for treasures and fight witches, giants and evil kings and queens. My least favorite is the land of Uno, to where kids are tricked into coming to forever play the game and eventually turn into cards themselves. That one (yes, I came up with it) kind of gives me the creeps so I told her I don’t want to go back there anymore.

All this talk of imaginary places has her creative mind spinning. I will catch her all the time acting out her adventures, pulling Thomas along. I also notice that she is trying to speak with more sophistication and often she stumbles on what words to use and either gets frustrated or comes up with something totally nonsensical. It’s a neat phase to see her go through, even though sometimes I’m not sure what she’s trying to say at all.

Isabel still has the spunky spirit but I can see now the influence her playmates have on her attitude. It might be the “vogue” thing at this age, but I notice a lot of “I’m not ready to play with you yet” going around. I caught her saying it to a good friend of hers the other day, which saddened me. It was the first time I saw her deliberately push someone away; I suppose she thought she would try the line on for size to see how it feels. In any case, my struggle will be to teach her to not necessarily join ranks, sometimes it’s okay to do things your own way. (And, of course, I love her way.)

My little devil.

This handsome little devil makes it so hard to get upset with him. He has this terribly cute feigned look of shame every time he does something bad: he turns away or runs into a corner and then, *very inconspicuously*, shifts his eyes under his lowered brow to see if you still disapprove or not. If he even senses a crack of a smile he shows off his proudest smile and comes running back to you. He’s also discovered the power of his scream and pulls out this weapon whenever he gets upset. Oh, he knows it hurts; he relishes your pain. When he’s not causing ear drums to pop he is an absolute angel.

He still loves to spend hours in the front and back yards. Rats, snails and slugs are no longer the only threat to my strawberry patch. For some reason, he loves the green “awbebies.” Speaking of awbebies, Thomas finally speaks! Finishing words has finally begun to catch on and he can now say: button, moon, bite, da’k (dark), light, down, up, go!, again, bottle, bah-be-ball and my favorite – “I dooooo!” Every day he learns new words -EXCITING!

Like Isabel, he loves living and never stops showing his enthusiasm. Tomcsi’s love for dancing has grown, which means we still bust it out to songs like Dynamite and DJs Got Us Falling In Love Again. The two of them will either hold hands and dance in a circle or the three of us will. I love it.

The best, though, is that the two of them will bust it out together. They want to dance with each other, play together, follow each other. I feel so blessed with this and hope it lasts forever and ever. This doesn’t mean there aren’t little spats here and there but it’s never more than your typical sharing problem, which they are pretty darn good with anyway. You will find no complaints here.

So, I will miss you (my) guys this week and can’t wait to see you when I come back home – Muah! And take care of Daddy while I’m gone!

Posted by: Andrea | April 20, 2011


It’s already past mid-April and I’m two short months away from my 31st birthday. That number frightens me. Not because I’m worried about turning 31; it’s a fine prime number, after all. Rather, it’s because I set a goal for myself to get this photography business off the ground while I am 30 and, as you see, 5/6ths of that allotted time has gone and I haven’t launched it yet. And time just disappears. Poof. Never to return.

It’s funny how often I enjoy thinking about all the adventures I am to have and the risks I am to take. And then I look back and say, well, what happened? I love telling people to take chances and to feel empowered because, ultimately, they are in control over their own lives and choices and this way, when they are old and dying they won’t say, “I wish.”

And yet, here I am, stuck myself. It’s just so easy to fall into and rest in the same old routine. It feels safe. Safe and claustrophobic.

Many times I get this tension in my chest: my heart starts racing and I get nervous. I imagine it’s my spunky little spirit (she’s still there somewhere) that is jumping inside, yelling at me to shake free of this net and get out there. It’s time. It’s time. It’s time.

Little boys love working with their hands.

So, here’s to getting out there. It’s time to set the fire under my own butt, because I don’t ever want to say “I wish.”

Posted by: Andrea | March 9, 2011

Little Napoleon

Today he loved me all day. When I came home from my barworks class I opened the door – hands totally full – and he started jumping up and down with a huge grin on his face. Thomas walked up to me, grabbed the mail out of my hand and, instead of just throwing the pile on the floor, he placed it carefully on a chair and then crawled into my arms, at which point I just dropped all my things so that I could give him a great big bear hug.

It felt so good! It melted away all the days of his crying and stomping feet. It was my Little Man showing his Momma some love – and that puts me in Heaven!

Our little guy is quickly becoming his own little man, with his own little quirks and habits. While he still does not speak like his older sister, my sister insists she could understand the words he has been communicating to us. Through the “ba’s” and “ca-caw’s” we can now decipher the “a-gahn” (all gone), “wa go?” (where’d it go?), “Aba?” (Isabel), “Ka-kou” (thank you), and most importantly, “mo!” (more.) His yeses are still a loving thrusting of his entire body and no is still a violent and endless shake of his head. And if he ever wants anything he walks with purpose, while looking over his shoulder to make sure that you are following him.

This is how he says "fish."

Reading is getting a little bit easier with him, although he still prefers to just check out the various animals, vehicles and celestial bodies over having you actually read the words. And that’s okay. I just love the way he will grab a book and walk into your lap, turn around and csuccs, or sit, so that I can flip through the pages with him.

While he does a lot of this, his little fetish still persists. Life just isn’t the same without sticking his hand down the widened neck holes of his shirts, caressing his chest. The best is when he becomes adamant, or angry, and he’ll stomp or stand up tall on his high chair and just stuff his hand down his shirt. “Huh! Take that!” And, as time has gone on, he has slowly become known in our family as our Little Napoleon, lovingly named this way by my very own Momma. For short, we call him Nap-csi, and even Craig has caught on to his new dictatorial name.

He also has a plethora of facial expressions; the look of surprise among one of my favorites. In my opinion he is giving his big Sis a run for her money in the expressiveness department. My thinking is since he can’t communicate as clearly as he’d like he will make sure you understand by the look on his face.

Not her!

The other day I learned he now knows how to fake laugh and cry and it is absolutely hilarious. A few nights ago he started blowing raspberries on my burgeoning belly and then would suddenly throw his head back and scream a very strong “Ahhhhhhh!” kind of laugh. It wasn’t his normal giggle but it was definitely an outburst of pleasure at the tooting raspberry sounds he produced. Then I started laughing hysterically, which fueled him even more and we continued laughing hard and blowing raspberries for the next ten minutes. Since then, when he wants to be theatrical he will pull out his new laugh.

Eating with him is still a hit or miss and mostly a miss. I’m not sure how he does it, but he can go two meals without eating more than a couple of bites. It tortures me some but I’m learning to “keep calm and carry on.” When he actually starts stuffing food down his mouth, boy, am I a happy Momma.

I hope to remember the way he pitter-patters when he runs; I hope to remember the way he gives hugs (leans in) and kisses (big, wet open mouth); I hope to remember the way he laughs with his whole body when I say, “Bleeeh!”; and I hope to remember the way he tries to pummel me when he catches me sitting down (his face turning red if I actually put up any resistance.) And I should remember to take more videos.

With that, FINALLY, an announcement! (But I am guessing most of you know by now.)

His announcement.


Maybe he's not so scared.

Just 19.5 weeks to go! (Sounds better than 20.)







Posted by: Andrea | March 7, 2011

I Lost My Head

In trying to decide what child and what stories to write about for this post, I let my title set the direction. It was the first title to pop into my head, and though we have many things to share, I will stick with little Isabel this time. (Sorry, Thomas, you are next!)

My little “Princess” – she prefers to be Aurora most days but today chose to be Cinderella – has taken some interesting turns these past few weeks. Her conversation is more “older” girl now, not to be deceived by her height, and her sass and spunk have turned into brass and funk. Funk? Well, not the sort of funk us adults might go through, but her own special ‘tude funk that tends to make this Momma weary. It’s stoic, it’s serious, it rolls eyes, it has blank stares, it says “No!”, it shows no pleasure. Yeah, that kind of spunky funk.

The first few times I heard her tone and her bold exclamations I was inclined to laugh or stand in shock at her capacity to understand the situation and manipulate it [me.] But then I started to realize that her behavior during those moments was not singular and might stick around for a while, slowly weaving its way into the fabric of her being.

And now I have to decide what to do about it. Here we go with Parenting again!

Our little Princess, she "promises."

Clearly, I am avoiding details as I will prefer to remember the little angel that sleeps somewhere inside that growing body of hers. Let it suffice to say she may be experiencing some hormonal shifts, which I hear are just a taste of what will come 10 years from now. This is also evidenced by the way she will just look at me half an hour after some deviant act with her most sincere (attempt at a) smile and blurt out, “I LOOOOOOVE YOU!” The batting of her eyelashes while sitting in my lap is a lovely touch.

But on to her more innocent 3 year old moments.

Along with her emotional shifts, we have seen her imagination blossom, as well. She loves to pretend play with everyone and their uncle; from playing princesses (Thomas willingly one of them) and building castles to hiding from bad guys and wolves trying to come in through our front door. Her special imaginative treat of the night is when I get to tell her stories.

Every night now she will tell me the main criteria for the story she wants: it usually involves her losing something. One night she pleaded, “Tell me a story of going into the new world and losing my eyes.” “Are you sure Isabel?” “It’s okay, Mader, it’s not for real, it’s just for pretend.” “Okaaaaay.” And I told her the story of how the old lady took her eyes so that she could see, leaving Isabel crying alone and blind without eyeballs on the sidewalk. I think that one scared her because after the story ended she said, “Momma, I’m not going to lose my eyes? I won’t talk to any bad old ladies.” (Don’t worry, I always find a way for her to get her parts back.)

I'm sweet, really I am. 🙂

After that darker story I hoped she would stop asking to lose vital body parts. But they kept coming. “Tell me a story of how I lose my head.” This time I tried to find a happier way for her to lose her head. It involved crawling through her cubby hole under her bed, entering a new world near a queen’s castle where she met a mean cat who made her head disappear. Isabel then tried to get the queen to help her, just to get sent to a wizard who then told her she needed to bring back a hair of a dragon so that he could make a special potion for her head to reappear. She loved it.

I’ve been telling these stories for the last month now and it is amazing how the words just spill out of my mouth. It is certainly getting easier but I will admit on tougher nights I tend to use inspiration from classic kid’s stories. Another funny effect of all this is how I put myself to sleep. I think these turn out to be the stranger stories because I cannot remember the sentence I just told her. As I’m drifting I will just hear her say, “keep saying it!” and I try very hard to remember, realizing that what I said probably made no sense at all. Kind of like Lewis Carroll, but not quite.

We’ve been playing lots of board games with her recently, too. Hubby must have got tired of Chutes & Ladders and Candyland because he just got Enchanted Forest for her, a fun strategy game for 6+ year olds. We’ve simplified it significantly but it is more involved than sliding down chutes and meeting Princess Frostine. Besides, being strategy game fans ourselves we have to train her for the adult games to come! Agricola anyone?

Sister and Brother

She continues to be a wonderful big sister, always eager to have Thomas do as she is doing. (He loves wearing her princess slippers and I love watching him shuffle down the hall in them.) She is rooting for a baby sister and promises to take good care of it, despite the frequent elbows and knees to my belly suggesting otherwise.

And despite all the struggles and sometimes long nighttime routines, hearing her whisper after I thought she was sleeping, “please don’t leave me,” reminds me that she is still my little 3 year old girl, who still wants her Momma.

Posted by: Andrea | February 11, 2011


It is the month of February, and I was inspired to learn more about Shakespeare finding it an appropriate time to expound on love. Randomly flipping through the pages I landed on this, Sonnet #116, by William Shakespeare.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments; love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

He had a way with words, didn’t he?

Oh, February. It has been a while and, unfortunately, I have not been keeping up with pictures or unforgettable quotes (by Isabel.) There have been quite a few that I wish I could remember and I’m pretty sure some of them included the word, “actually.” It is the word du jour.

I do want to make note of something she said to me while we walked to church on Sunday. It is a quote I should remind myself of during my trough moments in child-rearing. We crossed the street and by default she walked along the outside of the sidewalk. I said, “Isabel, come stand on this side of me.” “Why?” she asked. And I told her, “because if a car comes I want it to hit me first.” “But I don’t want it to hit you.” “And I don’t want it to hit you,” I said. And she ended with, “But I don’t want it to hit you because I love you.” That right there is worth it all.

No sassiness here...

While out and about I came across the jacket you see her wearing here. I immediately loved it (and totally would have bought one for myself if it came in my size) and thought, “I can do a shoot of her in this!” I found a matching dress: an over the top sequined camouflage dress – a 6T by the way that barely covered her tooshie – and what are designers thinking when designing for kids??? Last night before bed she came to me and said, “I want to wear that dress to school tomorrow, I think Teacher Nancy will like it.”

If you know me, I was a little nervous about the idea. Oooh, what will the parents think of me? I could barely bring myself to wear something like that! Of course, part of me said, “yeah, let’s do it! I love the spunk!” Well, I’ve mellowed a bit since my youth (sigh) but I didn’t want to stop her courageous displays of Brewster-ness. So I said, “okay.”

This morning I heard her pitter-patter to our bed and she whispered, “Momma, where are my new clothes? I want to put them on.” She NEVER wants to get dressed in the morning. This was something special. And if you’ve seen how she normally dresses herself – tank tops over long sleeves, polka dot shorts over neon-striped pants, perhaps with cowboy boots or sandals over socks – you would know this was atypical. She put the outfit on, played outside, got the sequins snagged – after which I spent half an hour fixing it – and then did some valentine painting. All in her new dress and jacket. Yes, momma was a wee bit paranoid.

Well, we went to school and eventually Teacher Nancy came up to me and said, “that’s quite the outfit Isabel has on.” Her goal was achieved. And I think the combo was a hit.

She also promised that she would let me take pictures of her if she could wear the outfit today. And I totally believed her.

Some things (may) never change.

Other than that, she’s the same little spunky girl who speaks with quite a bit of clarity.

She told her Uncle Lulu that something was moving in her ear. I started to check it out and told her I will get a flashlight. “Oh, I’m okay, Mom, I’m okay, it’s alright.” She doesn’t deal with problems very well and prefers to be the tough kid. I continued my search for light nonetheless and after giving up decided to stick a q-tip in there. If you get queasy don’t read on, but here’s how it went.

There was wet wax, mmm-mmmm. A lot of it. I told her I think I see the ball (gulp) and kept asking her if she can feel it moving. Instead of answering that question she said, “I can’t hear anymore.” Great! That’s exactly what a mom armed with q-tips wants to hear. When I plugged her other ear and asked her if she could hear me she said, “No, I can’t hear you.” Good in one sense, bad in another.

So, we went to the tubes (hubby calls the net the inter-tubes) and found an article on declogging ear wax. Tip #1: NEVER STICK A Q-TIP inside the ear. D’oh! (This is coming from someone who used to stick toothpicks and unraveled paper clips into her ears – ouch!) There was a picture of a giant ball of ear wax and I said, “Gross!”

When I laid Isabel to bed she said, “Momma, why was there a ball in his ear?” I explained why. “Why did you say ‘gross?'” Oops, I had to be tactful here. “Oh, it happens all the time, especially to kids, it’s nothing special or terrible. Don’t worry.” And then she said, “I don’t think my ball will come out.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because it’s like a meatball inside my ear, it won’t fit.”

I love this girl.

He hasn't changed much since this was taken.

I don’t have a current picture of the little guy. He was too busy digging in dirt piles. He still wants to talk but falls back on screaming and crying instead. At least we now understand his babble and body language: “A-bel” means Isabel; “ta-da” means thank you; “ca-ca” with an emphatic body shake means chocolate; body thrust means yes; vehemently shaking his head means no; a hoarse throaty sound means pig; “ba” can mean a slew of things from bird, banana, bath, ball, bottle; and crying and screaming means he’s upset. The latter is usually accompanied by him storming off into a corner or behind a curtain somewhere.

Tomi is a very particular little boy. In the future I can see this being a good thing. You know, for things like choosing a girl, for example. But right now it is just a source of gray hairs. We cannot wait until he learns to speak.

The two of them get along really well. In this we could not ask for a better relationship. (Thank you, thank you!) They still both like to [pretend to] pummel me and wrestle with me. It is great fun. Although the elbows and knees of a 46-lb girl are starting to make me flinch now. We dance every day, most often to the popular request of “Made in Italy,” either the original or the 102.7 dance version, and you just can’t keep a frown in that atmosphere. Thomas’ form of dancing is pretty limited – turns in circles – but full of passion.

And with that, I will say good night.

Posted by: Andrea | December 21, 2010

Keep on Dancing

I was trying to get a few snapshots of Isabel after her dance class. When I saw this one it caught my heart. This is how I want to remember her big 3-year-old spirit. This big smile, this much joy, this much love.

I think it shows how much capacity she has to love life. One of my Christmas wishes is that she may remember, somehow, how she felt at this moment and to keep it with her all throughout her life.

Keep on dancing, my little Peanut.

I hope to sneak in one more post before Christmas but if I can’t…

Have a very Merry Christmas!

Thought you might like to see our feet for a change. 🙂





















Posted by: Andrea | December 8, 2010


Tonight, I just want to write about how much I love my little darlings. So many days have gone by without me taking notes of their changes and I’m afraid I cannot remember a lot of the tiny details that make my job as a mommy every bit worthwhile. Well, I will start with what I do remember and that goes as far back as the walk we just had tonight.

Now that it’s Christmas season, we try to go on daily night walks to look at the homes decked out in lights and blow-up santas. I wanted to let Tomcsi walk his own walk and offered to hold his hand but he would have none of that. Then Isabel offered to hold his hand and there it was, Little Man’s hand barely sticking out of the sleeve of his jacket trying to grab her hand. They walked hand-in-hand off and on for the rest of the walk and it just melted my heart. I want to remember the way their little bodies walked out of sync and their feet pitter-pattered and click-clacked on the sidewalk.

Until recently, I have claimed Thomas to be very much a Daddy’s boy. If he got hurt, it was to Daddy’s room he would run. If the door were closed, he would stand there and cry. There was no chance for me to pick him up, happy or sad, because Dad was all he wanted (if he wanted an adult.) Lately, though, the tables have turned a little bit. He snuggles with me like it would be the last time he could hug me for a while. He clings to my legs, staring at me with puppy-dog eyes telling me to pick him up. When I do pick him up, many times he will just throw his head down onto my shoulder and just rest there for a while. (I am in snuggle heaven!) I cannot remember Isabel ever really snuggling with me so you will not catch me complaining.

Little rock climber.

Isabel continues to be her “reguly” self, perhaps with a bit more attitude than usual (an attitude I am having lots of fun with handling.) She claims that “school is not for me,” and that she’d prefer making friends at either her home or someone else’s home. Well, good thing I will home school her then! We had been on a roll with learning to read but have found it hard to get back onto that routine since Thanksgiving.

Portrait of a Young Lady

Today, though, when I asked her to spell “rat” for me with our fridge magnets, she got it right. First, she spelled “RTA,” as has been her tendency to do with “cat,” as well. But when we sounded it out she switched the “a” and “t.” She has the “-at” series down pretty well (bat, rat, cat, mat, pat, sat…) I’m learning that while she picks up ideas very quickly, she does not necessarily like to focus or be diligent. I suppose we can work on this, my little 3 year old.

And with two munchkins constantly sitting in my lap, each fighting over a leg, giggling, laughing, crying, and pushing I must say I am in mommy heaven, too. We spend time almost every day rolling on the bed or floor wrestling. Thomas especially likes it when I roll over him. If I stop he motions for me to do it again, and again, and again, and again… Good thing it is my favorite part.

Well, that is it for now, but I do hope to keep up with these guys a little better this month.

Posted by: Andrea | November 25, 2010

To Be Thankful

November has been a wonderful month. Our days have been filled with friends, family and love; and these three alone are not just enough, but also tremendous blessings, to be thankful for. After, or perhaps during, this holiday I will make a point to catch myself up with all the life that’s been going on in our household. As always, I wish to never forget the way I felt yesterday, the way I feel right now, and the hopes I have for tomorrow.

But seriously: Time? Can you slow down, please? I can’t believe another Thanksgiving has come and gone. It really feels like yesterday I just wrote this post about being thankful.

Well, this Thanksgiving I wanted to write a little bit more about what I am thankful for. I am thankful for my family and the moments we can share as all of us grow. I am thankful for my friends who let me share a piece of myself with them, and who share a piece of themselves with me. I am thankful for my husband who has been a solid pillar of support for me, whether that means helping with the little ones or having faith in me and my choices. I am especially thankful for his consistent ability to make me laugh. I am blessed.

With just the right amount of 'tude.















With just the right amount of sweetness.

And there is something else I am greatly thankful for. It is something I think is often taken for granted, very little thought of, and maybe not even really understood, even by me.

This is our Free Will. This divinely given gift is what makes us the unique people that we are. Without free will, we may as well be robots or cogs in a machine with no purpose, no goals, no hopes and no dreams. Kind of dreary, right? With free will come a slew of choices – both good and bad, endless paths – both right and wrong, and a variety of emotional feelings – including anger and love. Every day we get to choose: Where do I want to go today? How will I get there? How will I feel about it?

One day I would love to delve into this a little more, but today I am just thankful. Thankful that I can choose. Sometimes I may fail to make the right choice. Sometimes I may choose to make the wrong one. But these choices are mine. (As are, of course, the consequences.) That is what Life is all about.

Every new day that is my own is a day to be thankful for. And I hope that we, as a people, can guard this treasure closely for our children, our grandchildren and for many generations to come. Because although it is a divine gift that we are all equally given, it is one that can be taken away by our own selves.

Happy Thankgiving!


And, yes, there is so much to share about the little ones. They do change so fast.


Posted by: Andrea | November 10, 2010

My Little Angels

We are getting ready to spend a few days with good friends in the Bay Area but before we leave I had to jot (how would you say this in keyboard speak?) down some notes.

Last night, Uncle Lulu watched our kids so Craig and I could go on a concert date. During dinner I told Isabel to tell Lulu about her first word. She yelled out, with a huge smile on her face, “cooks!” Then Craig asked her if she could spell it. I never thought to ask her that, but she began: C-O-O-K, pause, S! Without any visuals she spelled the word. I am beginning to wonder if she has a photographic memory.

My professional un-poser

Two weeks ago we got to make some pumpkin face flash cards. There were a total of 10 pairs of a variety of facial expressions: different shaped noses, smiling pumpkins, angry pumpkins and sad pumpkins. While I was cleaning one day I found her sitting on the floor and all the cards were properly paired up. I thought, this game is too easy for her, let’s try memory. I started out with three pairs, then moved to 5 pairs and then 6. What I noticed was that when she actually picked up a new card and saw that it matched one of the old cards, she always got the pairs right. She had a tendency to always turn an old card over first and then a new card. If that new card matched one she had already picked up, she 100% of the time picked the right pair on the next try.

Playing in some muddy grasses.

Dancing in the sunny grass.

Given that I was not very good at memory games I was kind of surprised. So, I guess this means I should start finding more visual memory games to give her more practice.

Thomas is still trying hard to speak. As it doesn’t work out too well for him yet, he has taken to a lot of screaming. A LOT of screaming. I finally decided to teach him “please” in sign language and he picked it up fairly quickly. For some reason, I had thought not to teach him sign language because I wanted to focus on speaking. But I realize now that that may be a long road and if he wants to to sign, or finds it easier, we will try this for now. I hope it helps control his mini-temper tantrums.

He is also such a snuggly baby. Isabel never wanted to snuggle and I remember always hoping for it, disappointed. Well, I am getting my fix now and he is oh-so-cute.

He is a professional poser.


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