Women Should Stay Home, Men Should Work

NEVER did those sentiments make so much sense as when I had children. And anyone that knows me also knows, 3 years ago, I would have taken major offense to that statement. I find it hard to sympathize with stay at home moms who complain about the mundane of child-rearing, of which I find, so pleasingly refreshing and natural. I can imagine it does get a little crazy being home with kids all day, but my moments with these girls are more amazing and inspiring than anything I have ever encountered at work. And my work is pretty intense! So maybe work does give me something...in that on days like today, that I consider extras 'cause I normally would not be here, I can appreciate every little thing we experience with one another, including daddy's acrylic paints all over the computer keyboard!

A baby doll and some water kept this two year old loving life for almost an hour this morning, while her little sister drank in everything her big sister did. And a first for Rosie Posie...she rolled over onto her belly and proceeded to let out the loudest cry I ever have heard on this little lady....milestones rock. So do these kids.


Happy Friday!

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From the mouth of babes

The tulips on my front step are starting to sag, and they remind me that this ephemeral time of spring goes quickly...as does the minutes, days and months of my children's lives. Every day, someone or something reminds me that life goes by so fast, in in a moment, it can change. I'm living each moment to it's max, especially with these two precious baby girls. So at the expense of a super clean house, or an organized closet, or even a tidy clean car, we are enjoying our togetherness as much as we can. That means having kitty-cat birthday parties for Frida, and celebrating with cake and party hats. And tea parties that include REAL hazelnut coffee creamer in itty bitty tea cups. And playing baby and mommy and letting Julia take "care of me". And dancing around the house in our bare feet, with my 5 month old's little piggy toes curled up against me, and a 2 year olds little piggy toes jumping up and down to Laurie berkner Band's jams (and, instead of traveling to see some funky jam band music this summer, we are road tripping to Philly with the girls to see Laurie Berkner live and CANNOT wait!) It means laying on my bed, with every book from the bookcase on board, reading through each one, and listening for Julia to finish the sentences. It's about learning the ABC's, and finding letters everywhere we look, and getting SOO incredibly excited when we recognize the letter L in the trees!!! It also means having conversations about dragons, and bears, and special Bunny Scouts. Julia is one of those and more, every day of the week. It means preparing and providing Julia's first ice cream cone experience at our dining room table, a table at which her daddy sat as a little boy, and experienced many of his firsts at, as well. It means making baby food that satisfies my growing Rosie Posies hunger, and letting Julia taste each first spoonful, "just to make sure it's OK". It means we pretend to make baby food A LOT...and pretend..well, that's what we're into these days. Imagination has taken over, and this wild ride is getting more and more fun each day.

Julia was playing and I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "I'm just being Julia Rawcliffe, mommy".

She then went on to say, and "You mommy, you play with laundry. And Daddy plays outside with wood".

She summed us us beautifully.