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Aaaaannnd We’re (Eventually) Off

Saoirse’s bike is too small for her. We were going to get one for her at the beginning of the summer, a new one, but never got around to it, and then the idea of just going out and buying her a bike (with gift cards she’d gotten for a birthday, but still) just sort of chafed at my “we will not spoil our children, nosirree” brain, and I thought maybe, just maybe, we could stretch this bike out until Christmas when it could turn into Santa’s surprise. It’s really, really small. She’s been bugging us (I mean, asking, usually while I’m cooking dinner or Dave’s on a call or I’m elbows-deep in a dirty diaper) to take off her training wheels, because she’s been beyond ready to get them off, but–as appears to be our custom–we just hadn’t gotten around to it. But Dave did this morning, quietly, in between conference calls. I was cleaning up the kitchen (always, always, do I even need to tell you I was in the kitchen…

Holding On to My Hat

I took Quinn to her first preschool open house yesterday. We’re a bit nervous about her starting, I’m afraid. Quinn is definitely her own person, I’ll tell you that much. If I send her up to her room, she’ll call out “I don’t WANT to!”–as she’s climbing the stairs in obedience.  She will fight her bedtime, repeatedly appearing downstairs when she should be sleeping–“Watchu watching?” or “What’s that on your com-poo-ter?”–but tuck herself into bed for a nap in the afternoon without prompting. She will dance around the living room like this girl I knew in college who was basically sort of high all the time and heard a lot of music in her head, but refuses to participate in any sort of organized dance, or song, or sport, or party game, choosing instead to huddle against me with her thumb in her mouth. Just last week, even, my mom was over, watching the girls while I ran out to an appointment.  I got home, and the girls were running outside to…