Professional Pics

Here are some beautiful pictures of Sasha, done by Cheri's friend Casey. He's beautiful, of course.






Also available in black and white or sepia.

Language Development

So, this morning, after being up for an hour, Sabrina decided to climb into bed with Daddy. The door in our room, if not completely closed, opens itself. So, Sabrina gets up to close the door. It opens. "Again!" she says. She gets up, closes the door, and returns to bed. The door opens. "Again!" she says. The sequence repeats. Proving that she is developing a good grasp of the English language and its nuances, her response this time is: "Another again!" So precious.

We went trick-or-treating last night. Sabrina was a princess. Of course, she lost her crown right before going out, but we all knew that's what she was. She was doing very well at the "trickee treat" and "tank-too," so when we went to the final house, I just asked, "What do you say" instead of saying "say trick or treat!" So, when prompted with "what do you say," she said, "I want more candy." The homeowner was (of course) delighted with this response and, once Sabrina took candy, asked if she wanted more. ABOUT FIVE TIMES MORE. Each time, when asked, "do you want more?" Sabrina said, "No thank you. I don't want to be a pig, but I appreciate the offer and I have plenty of candy." Ha. If you believe that, I have some of Sabrina's leftover candy to sell you.

Finally, pictures!

I just have a minute because I'm hearing "Baby hugy" (hungry), but here are some pictures!

No, Sabrina!

So, have you seen that book called No, David! where there are just pictures of a boy doing naughty things and the text on each page is No, David!? That was my life yesterday for a short time. I was nursing Sasha and *ahem* surfing the internet. Sabrina was in the other room. She came in and climbed behind me on the couch, which I hate. This was the firat No, Sabrina, followed with increasing volume with these dicoveries:

pink sharpie on the wall;
in two places;
pink sharpie on the ottoman;
on the chair;
in two places.

By this time, we might both have been in tears. Fortunately for us both, the sharpie came easily off the walls, mostly off the chair, and mostly off the ottoman. Still, you can see the talent of Michelsabrinio next time you see my ottoman. I see a new book in the works.

That's how they get you

So, Sasha was SO CUTE when he was born. Just a little baby acne, plenty of hair, perfect C-section head, and so on. Well, now he has lots of baby acne and is losing his hair from the front to the back. But...well, he smiles now. And smiles while he looks at his mommy. How cute is that? It well makes up for the baby acne!

Sasha is on an every-other-night-I'm-good sleeping schedule. Last night was a bad one. He woke up four times instead of his good night two. Fortunately, though, Sabrina did not wake up. I've decided that since she's not potty trained she has to regress somehow, and she's picked sleep. Two days ago she had the grumpy trifecta: 2 years old, a new baby, and up at 6. This, of course, leads to the trifecta of grumpy for me:a 2-year old, a new baby, and up at 6. Sigh. I hope tonight's a good night!

Wherein Sabrina is Adorable

This morning (late morning, if it must be known) I was taking a shower when Sabrina walked in. This is not unusual. Today, though, I thought I saw something on the toilet, and since Sabrina has mastered the flushing I've been worried she will discover the "Hey! I can put something in the toilet, flush, and IT WILL DISAPPEAR! Cool! Let's try it again!" So I opened the shower door and looked out. No problems with the toilet, but Sabrina was naked except for half a diaper, and told me "I want come in, sower." Okay. Come on in! A bath without all the annoyance of getting splashed when I want to stay dry! Hooray!

On another note, I don't want anyone to get too excited (which means I'm already too excited) but Sabrina has WORN PANTS for five days now! Of course,she sometimes takes them of (like she did an hour or so ago) but she lets me put them on her! And doesn't scream! Or cry! Or insist on a "pincess dess!" That's "princess dress" for those of you who don't speak toddler right now. This could be the beginning of a trend.

Sabrina has a bad tendency to put thing in her mouth. We've been trying to break her of it, but yesterday she may have broken herself of it. She was sucking on a small metal piece and suddenly began screaming and crying. Yup, she swallowed it. It was almost as traumatic as when, later that day, she coughed and juice came out her nose. That is, very, very traumatic. Oh, and how do I know what she swallowed? If you have to ask, you haven't changed diapers lately.

Finally, Sasha smiled at me today. Twice. Aw. Plus, he slept from 11 to 4. Super baby.