Not “down in the dumps”

S and A have a friend in the neighborhood named Parker, who is the sweetest little boy you will ever meet. He is a year and a half older than the girls, yet is so patient and phenomenal about playing with them.  The other day, my friend, Phi told me the cutest thing he said– it still warms my heart to think about.

A little background: we stuck an invitation to the girls’ birthday party coming up in Parker’s mailbox a few weeks ago.

Redacted version– so excited!
Anyway, you remember the Frog and Toad children’s series? I loved those as a kid, but had totally forgotten about them until Phi mentioned that Parker has been reading them lately. In one of the books, Toad is feeling sad, so Frog sends him a letter in the mail and then Toad exclaims that he’s “not down in the dumps anymore!” 

Back to Parker. So Phi walks in and Parker is holding the girls’ invitation and jabbering on about something to himself, with a mesmerized look on his face. When Phi listened closer, she heard him say, “Wow! Sammy and Amelia sent me a letter in the mail! Now I’m not down in the dumps anymore!” 

She relayed this ADORABLE exchange to me via text and my heart just melted all day long. Even now I think about it and a smile comes to my face. 
“Now I’m not down in the dumps anymore!” Just way too cute.
As an aside, somewhere between two and eighty frogs have made their home in our fountain on the patio. They are LOUD and keep us (and our neighbors) up at night with their croaking, but we’ve been reluctant to bleach the water and get rid of them because: 
A) They are fun to catch and 
B) Samantha tells us hilarious stories when she hears them croaking involving how there is a “daddy frog, a mommy frog and a baby frog.” 
When we catch one, S and A squeal in delight as the frogs hop around. Then, when the girls are not looking, we chuck the frogs as far as we can out back. So far, none of our efforts have reduced the croaking. 
Anyway, onto our multicultural experience for the month. A few weekends ago, Parker and his family celebrated Vietnamese New Year (the same weekend as Chinese New Year) and gave the girls a little gift package so they could celebrate too. 
The girls received some delicious rice stick treats and pretty envelopes with money inside. It’s traditional for the kids in the family to get some “Lucky Money” at the start of the new year– let’s just say S and A definitely felt lucky!
Parker’s family also brought us something interesting– it’s a traditional rice cake filled with mung bean and pork and wrapped in banana leaves. The girls didn’t know quite what to think at first. 
                    
                    
Phi told me how to cook it (just chop it up into cubes, microwave it and then pan fry to brown the edges) and the rice cakes ended up looking like little tater tots. I wasn’t sure how the rice cakes would be received, but to my surprise, the girls were absolutely obsessed with them and gobbled them down like they were fries. More rice cake and mung bean on the menu, please. 
Later, Phi brought us more rice cakes, hot and fresh from the market so that we could freeze them and enjoy again later. The girls were so excited to cook new foods and learn about different cultures. I’m not that adventurous unless someone is giving me step by step instructions on how to do something, so I was grateful too. Thanks, guys!
                 
Playing with Parker’s dump truck and no longer “down in the dumps.” 
Lots of love, 
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Fun when you’re a toddler

When you’re a toddler, fun means climbing fences at the park…
…Climbing into weird, futuristic bucket swivels. 
…And puppet shows you don’t fully comprehend but enjoy anyway. 
Fun means cookie decorating, crafting and playing with all the toys at your friend’s house. 
And finishing off said cookie decorating with an episode of Daniel Tiger. 
Fun means climbing and jumping off of cable boxes. 

Fun means sharing the teeter totter. 

Fun means eating junk food at your friend’s party that Mommy doesn’t let you eat. 
And finding the candy Mommy confiscated. 
Fun means randomly splashing paint on paper and watching Mommy and Daddy oooh and ahhh over your masterpiece…
And sliding down the bounce house slide with all the four-year-old boys. 
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 And of course, fun means having having tummy stair races with your sister. 

When you’re a toddler, you find fun in the littlest of moments. 
Lots of love, 
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Face plant

 Sunday park fun!
 
During dance class, the girls pretty much just stand and watch the teacher (or cling to my legs). Often, we’ll get home and the girls will all of a sudden practice what they saw in class. Evidence that Amelia can do an arabesque:
Pssst….I’ve got a secret…I borrowed your outfit. 
Why we will NOT be taking birthday photos of Amelia this year: 

            

Yup, there was blood. And more blood. And lots of tears.

I’m hoping two weeks is enough time for Amelia’s nose to heal– she currently has a massive scab and scrapes all over her poor little button of a nose.

After witnessing Amelia face plant, Samantha was pretty upset herself. Sometimes  I feel like one of those National Geographic photographers who takes pictures of a cheetah devouring some poor antelope. I figure I need to record the good, the bad and the ugly or else it’s not really authentic journalism, right?

          

Lots of love,

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Bedtime shenanigans

Toddler beds update: I have now relinquished all bedtime duties and am experimenting with handing them over to Jake. This gives me an hour at night to relax and veg for a little bit before going to bed and also gives the girls some quality time with Jake, whom they don’t see a whole lot. This week has been so nice as once 6:30 p.m. (time to start the bedtime routine) hits, I feel like I am off the clock.

The downside to this is that now Jake is leaving for work well before the girls wake up in the morning, which means they don’t see him at breakfast and I’m in charge of any early-morning wake-ups. Still, being able to read a story or two with the girls, kiss them goodnight and LEAVE while Jake handles all the potty trips, changing into pajamas, brushing teeth, fifteen million more stories, and other bedtime logistics has been worth it– particularly when I’ve just spent the whole day “in charge” and am ready to not see the girls until morning. We are still experimenting with the new system and will see how things progress.

As I mentioned before, the girls typically don’t calm down well with Jake (a.k.a. “Daddy Disneyland”) at nighttime and just want to play, but they’ve sloooowly been getting used to the new routine and falling asleep without a problem. They’ve also almost mastered staying in their beds and not waking up until morning. When asked how they’ve learned to become such big girls, S and A respond with a little eye-rolling and shout, “TWO!” (As in, “We’re TWO, dummies. Basically adults.”)

Post-breakfast and bath morning sister talk (using packets of floss as phones, because why not?):

Of course, there’s still a good deal of silliness before settling down to bed, but what else do you expect when you’re two and share a room with your best friend?
              

Samantha got sick of Amelia and retreated to her own fort: 

              

Lots of love,

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