Yesterday my two-year-old Lucy, once again, lunged to hug her five-week-old brother while he was in his moving swing. Knowing she was breaking a rule (a lot of new rules have been implemented since the birth of baby Mark), she looked at me while in motion. Sensing my silent disapproval of what she was about to do, she stopped, then ran toward me asking, “You happy now?”
Along with wanting to drink water from a bottle and for me to periodically pat her bottom while she pretends to be a baby, this you-happy-now question has emerged as one of Lucy’s new behaviors since her brother’s birth.
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My son has a cold. While I know that my husband would want me to take him to the doctor and beg for anti-biotics, I know it’s probably just a virus that’s causing this runny nose during the day and severe coughing at night. 
I’m at my parents’ house right now, tucked up with my computer in my old room in my old bed. Through the window, I can hear crickets carrying on in the night and the faint rumble of a train. It’s quiet in the house, but through my bedroom wall I can hear the rustling of my daughter turning over in bed and the chesty coughs of my son as he struggles with a summer cold.
This morning, I was supposed to pick up my parents at the airport. I called to check that their flight was on time, cajoled the kids into going to the bathroom before we left, and headed out for the 25-minute ride. Almost an hour later, due to Tropical Storm Bonnie and three traffic accidents, we pulled up to the Arrivals area.
Like a real man, Luke likes to change the oil in my car while wearing his (backwards) camouflage tightie-whities and (sock-less) sneakers.
On this blog, I frequently like to write of the crazy, funny things that my children do. I like to think that I catalog those moments, like when Annabel dressed up in my bra over her party dress, or when Luke wore his sister’s pink leotard, in order to remember them when my children are older (and of course, to make fun of them later in life, or to show these photos at their weddings).
Antony and I cleaned out our kitchen cabinets last night. We decided to donate anything that we haven’t used in two years. This was of course, being generous to some of our kitchen items, such as the rice cooker and the toaster oven. Some things have hidden themselves at the back our cupboards for five years now. Imagine our surprise to find that rusty pasta strainer, the chipped ceramic bowl we received as a wedding gift, and old candles melted together.
