Turning two means leaving the baby side of TBH and moving over to the big side. They are transitioning her gradually, which means I have to bring Della at 8 instead of 8:30 because there’s simply no time between 8:30 a.m. and 5 p.m. that will do for transitioning. “Because by 9–” said Miss Judith, who then gave me a look as if to say that by 9 the 2-year-olds would be deep in their studies.
Anyway, we discussed it as a family, and George said, “I can definitely get up earlier.”
Thanks for being so good, George. Della on the other hand: Today Miss Judith tells me they are having a “problem” with Della. She is being “rough.” She is “bullying” the other kids. She allegedly pulled Willie’s hair and Robert’s. Which is really sad because Robert is only one, he can’t eat dairy, and he gave everybody valentines.
You can see in this video that she is definitely getting full of herself.
Two sick days, two snow days, and a holiday in the last week and a half, so I had to take George to the office yesterday. Steve stayed home with Della. They went to the rec center to watch the ice skaters and to the pho shop to eat pho.
Today, a half-inch dusting of snow and school was delayed two hours. With George in tow, Steve took Della to her two-year check-up. He asked the doctor to check for an ear infection because she’s been really grumpy. No ear infection, “But we’ve been diagnosing a lot of cases of cabin fever,” she said.
Second birthday party today.
This was the scene before the guests arrived.
Ama was here to hold the baby and help us get ready.
Then everyone got here. Della was so excited, she threw up twice. There was an aggressive balloon and bead parade led by Paul and dancing to club music, also led by Paul. Linda brought a ham and Costco made mac and cheese. We opened presents. That’s Paul in the fairy wings and rainbow tutu.
Everyone ate cupcakes.
Annie wins for best impression of her photo from Della’s first birthday.
Beatrice would’ve won but she wasn’t here last year.
This party is boring.
I’m too handsome to smile.
Love you, Della!
George started school, and he doesn’t want to miss a single lesson. “He won’t let us sit down.” “He won’t sleep in his crib.” “He needs more sleep, otherwise he’s grumpy all the time.” Yes, these are things I know deeply in my soul. We were so proud when yesterday (Day 7) he slept for 45 minutes in his crib: his first daycare crib sleep ever.
Della and George are BFFs since George joined the Caterpillar Club. Della visits George on the infant side in the afternoons, and George reportedly enjoys her company. Also reportedly, Della can distinguish her brother’s cry from the other babies’ and announces when she hears it. The ladies there are more educational than we are here and have taught Della to give George his pacifier and other comforts when he’s sad. At home Della now asks to include Georgie (Doh-dgie) in activities such as swinging and bathing. She washes his legs and tummy in the tub, and tonight gave him a shampooing that left him in tears, but still.
Most charmingly, this morning I asked Della to talk to George while we were getting ready for work. She sat Indian style (Native American style? What do we call this?) on the couch next to him and sang ABCs and pinched his cheeks.
The only recent scuffle was last night when George was lying prone on the dining room table facing Della’s dinner and high chair. Della started saying “No!” and “Stoppit!”, pulling her plate and milk cup in toward her chest. I guess she was guarding against the possibility of him suddenly learning to crawl and eat solids.
Here they are after George’s first day. I was stretching his neck in the crib, and Della asked if she could have a neck stretch, too. So I stretched her neck, and then we danced to some sounds on the white noise machine.