Gwyneth brings such joy to my life that I don't even mind the lack of sleep and dearth of "me time" (much). I do miss blogging, though, and just wish I did a better job of remembering all the cool things that Griffin says and all the brother-sister interactions. Must start taking notes (or remembering where I put notes).
So rather than a coherent post about language challenges and breakthroughs, right now I'll just try for a stream-of-consciousness recollection of some of my children's (plural! still surprises me sometimes!) most memorable moments from the past month or so.
Gwyneth has already started to turn over, tummy to back!
Playing "Twenty Questions" with a three-year-old...
Griffin: Is it a mouse?
Daddy: No, I said it was an inanimate object, remember?
Griffin: Is it a dead mouse?
Griffin: Is it something that we all wear?
Griffin: So it's not a toaster.
Smiling baby who never cries during bath time...must wash all the sour milk out of her hair every day...must change her milk-splorched clothes several times a day...but that just gives us an excuse to dress her in yet another fluffy pink or purple or flowered outfit with matching cap or ruffles on the tushie or teeny tiny booties or all of the above...she's the prettiest, spittiest baby ever.
Griffin at French storytime, reacting and interacting in his second language without any prompting from me as my heart swells hearing him call out "autruche!" (ostrich) and "regarde, Maman!" (look, Mommy) and "trois!" (three) and "je veux aller au cirque aussi!" (I want to go to the circus too) and as Gwyneth watches intently from the Baby Bjorn, swiveling sideways better to observe and listen, her head and hand still resting on my chest.
Lying on my back beside my son in his "big boy bed," baby propped against my bent knees, reading together at bedtime...Griffin singing and dancing and clapping in rhythm after he puts on his favorite CD...Griffin and Carl "playing" Scrabble (Carl making real words, Griffin making invented words)...when given a choice between watching a movie in English or playing French games on my iPad, he almost always chooses the latter...Griffin turning to his sister and telling her, "Gwyneth, je suis ton grand frere" (I'm your big brother)...encouraging him to speak to her in French by making my voice squeaky as if it's Gwyneth asking him questions that he can easily reply to in French...realizing that Griffin has thrown fewer tantrums in the past few weeks...thinking "Do I really have to go back to work soon?" and "How lucky, lucky, lucky I am to have kids like these and a husband like Ed."