VA Beach Camping/Father’s Day

We went camping with Marc, Megan, Adrian, and Beatrice. We touched a frog, we got lost, we saw mermaid daddy, we read The Lolackths (Lorax).

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Here we are in the back seat, on our way.

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George and Beatrice put stuff in their mouths.

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Others hung out in hammocks. I wish I could find the picture of me and Steve in the hammock with Marc on our camping trip in 2010. But I think it’s on an old hard drive that weighs as much as an iron and has a cord that is not USB.

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This is like the most casual sleeping situation George has ever known. 

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Turning now to Father’s Day. Steve does so much for me and the children, next-door-neighbor Dorothy gets mad at me sometimes. You don’t know how good you have it, she says in her 80-year-old, Irish Catholic, Fairfax County way. Probably not! DSC_0010

We love him, and we would not have survived in the wilds of 1957, Dorothy, when wives did all the things that wives back then did. 


Della made this tie-dyed-T-shirt picture frame for Dad. Or anyway somebody made it. We have all these daycare craft projects on the fridge, and sometimes Della walks by and says, “Michelle made that.” 

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Couple of expired flower pictures to round things out. We love you, Steve! 




Too is the new one. Used to be, “I want this one!” Now it’s, “I want it, too!” Which means, “I want this one AND that one,” or “I know you want it; I want it, too.”  Too can also be used to add emphasis. Can mean, “I want it a lot,” “I want it now,” and/or “I want it more than you.”

Or, more traditionally–

Bappa, after getting a hug from Della: “I needed that!”

Della: “I needed that, too!”

Speaking of also, Nanny and Bappa came to visit.

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Clothes off; playground, finito! 

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Dinosaur birthday party. Bappa didn’t think he wanted to go, but afterwards he wouldn’t stop talking about it.

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Look, it’s my friends Steve and Amanda. Even though Nanny and Bappa missed their plane and got in too late to babysit, we got to go out anyways, that’s how much fun we have. Thanks, Linda.

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Here’s Della threatening us with a knife while George sucks on a lid loosener

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Announcement: George is getting cute and friendly.

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So attractive, Della tries to sit in his lap.


Thanks for the visit. We needed that.

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Maybe the only photo of them both smiling? Della has graduated! Today, after a month and a week of transitioning to the big house, Della spent the whole day on the other side. And now there is no going back. Her picture has been taken down at the Caterpillar Club, her box of extra clothes and the name on her cubby removed.

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Della Gets Old/Rough

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.


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.


Washington D Seeing Things

We went to the Natural History Museum on Christmas Eve, and yesterday we sort of went to the Botanic Gardens and even briefly entered the Building Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and the furniture section of the National Gallery of Art. Outside Della chased birds and sang stroller songs. George (see blue puff ball hat below) napped, gathering strength for the sleepless night ahead.