The great thing about raising toddlers in a major metropolitan area is that there are plenty of entertainment / outing options. We have our pick of playgrounds, libraries, museums, and family-focused events, plus — a nice bonus of the Boston area — easy access to nature preserves, orchards, petting zoos, etc. The not so great thing is that these places are frequently quite MORE »
Elsa and Clio have a new obsession: taking care of their “babies.” Elsa’s baby of choice is a Curious George doll (always referred to by his full name: “Curious George the Monkey) and Clio’s is a “Bitty Twins” doll whose name, Clio recently informed us, is “Cora.” Clio pronounces it “Koora” but if you say MORE »
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I can’t help giggling inwardly every time I mention to someone that we’re in the process of refinancing our mortgage. It just sounds so damned grown-up. The fact that we have a mortgage at all is still baffling to me at times, but now — going and refinancing it? As if we’re on top of MORE »
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Yes, I know; I have no right to complain. My girls have generally been great sleepers, and we can’t realistically expect them to go on sleeping 14 hours a day forever (12 at night, two at their nap). But still, it is with considerable sorrow that I must announce that the afternoon nap, generally taken between MORE »
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I spent this past Friday through Sunday in New York, visiting my two oldest, dearest girlfriends, one of whom is about to get hitched and move to St. Louis, and the other of whom just had her first baby. It was just me and my very small rolling suitcase — no kids, no husband, no MORE »
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A definite check in the “positives” column for having twin toddlers: getting to hear them talk to each other. Yesterday morning, while I was getting ready for work, the girls woke up and I overheard the following conversation: Elsa: (excited) I making a big poopie, Kee-o! Clio: (No response) Elsa: (Even more excited) I make a BIG poopie, Kee-o! MORE »
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Not that it’s that important, really. But I’ve often been curious about when twin children are old enough to understand the fact that they’re twins, and what that means (in broad strokes, anyway). Just as Alastair and I don’t know any other way of parenting except the two-at-a-time sort, our girls don’t know any kind of existence but the MORE »
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We’ve made home-made play-dough a few times before in the Baby Squared household, but today was special, because we did it without pants. That is, the girls did. Elsa started it. We were all just hanging out in the living room, reading books and doing puzzles and stuff, and she suddenly decided to pull her pants down. (Her MORE »
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When I was a kid, my aunt referred to flatulence a “fluffy.” My maternal grandfather called it ”making a report to the nation.” If either of my grandmothers ever said anything about it at all, I’m sure they would have used the ladylike “passing gas.” I can’t really remember what my parents called it when my brother MORE »
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When it was just me, and then just me and Alastair and our cat, I was so good at keeping our pictures and keepsakes more or less organized. I kept photo albums up to date and saved things like ticket stubs, letters, and event programs in big manila envelopes, year to year. In our attic, I have MORE »
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