{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

Today I’m joining the Like Mother, Like Daughter crew for {p,h,f,r} after a very long hiatus.




After a long stretch of hiking with babies on our backs or pushing them in strollers, the kids are finally big enough to hike on their own two legs. Their first independent hike was a mellow loop at a local park, with stops for every rock, stick, and dog on the path. We’ve always been an outdoor household, and it’s such a liberating feeling having the twins join us without carting them along like so much (adorable) baggage.



It boggles my mind every time I turn around and see a pretty little girl where a squishy drooling baby sat a year ago. At least one baby is staying small; my Dad calls this doll his great grandchild because it’s his granddaughter’s baby.




I think this might be the only photo ever shot with all of us smiling at the same time. It’s blurry, but I’ll take it. Jack’s been going through another round of toddler tantrums (“But Mom, I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE DOWN THE STAIRS!” Yes, son. Your parents are so mean. We live to crush your dreams.). However, in between he has the cheeriest and most outgoing nature. We’re relieved that he’s finally developing some stranger danger after months of charging off to hug every stranger he passed.


Annie loves her swing. No backyard trip is complete without a small girl dancing beneath the swing signing “More, more, more, MORE, MORE, MORE!” with increasingly emphatic hand flailing until an adult takes pity on her and boosts her up for a ride. Jack thinks he loves the swing, but always turns green and puts his head down on the tray after two minutes. He’s more of a slide boy.



We set up the sprinkler in the backyard after church on Sunday. It’s impossible to water the vegetable garden without a toddler diving into the hose spray so I thought they’d love the sprinkler. They weren’t so sure. Annie quickly decided that the safest plan was to keep Dad between her and that strangely aggressive water.

Jack’s speech has exploded lately. My favorite is when he tries to say “Help, please.” It always comes out as “Apples, Peas.” I also enjoy when he’s planning something naughty and says “Uh oh” before he does it. Thanks for the warning, son.




It took eight months to produce my first set of cornrows fit to be taken out in public. All previous attempts resulted in us staying home for the day to avoid public humiliation. The part lines are wonky, and the braids are fuzzy, but there’s hope! Meanwhile, finger coils, rope twists, bantu knots, flat twists, and braids are our friends.


11 thoughts on “{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

    • We try! It’s funny how childhood seemed to go on forever as a child. As a parent watching it, I can’t believe how time streaks past.

  1. ohmigosh they are so stinkin’ cute 🙂 and i see radians don’t i? just got some ourselves! lol

    its so fun when they start having lots to say (until they have TOO Much to say lol ) – rita hasn’t taken off yet, but i know we’re right behind you guys 🙂

    • Yup, radians! As you can see, it’s a tight squeeze for a third seat back there already – can’t imagine what it would be with wider car seats.

      Yeah, the boy is turning into a chatterbox, though mostly just babble with single words and the occasional two word sentence. The girl is the complete opposite with mostly just hums and squeaks and is actually heading into speech therapy (unknowns from adoption make developmental delays ring more alarm bells than with a “typical” little one, so the developmental pediatricians go with “better safe than sorry” on things like that even though every kid develops at their own pace). Cracks us up that two twins can be such polar opposites in everything.

      • my kids are such late talkers that i’m always asking speech therapy using friends – how did you know? what should i look for? when do i take them in? lol i get a little paranoid. not that i *want* my kids to need the intervention, just that i dont want my typical lackasdaiscal, “eh they’ll be fine” approach to make me miss something!

        for a third seat you say? ahem. ahem. is there a neeeeed of a third seat anytime soon??? ahem 😉 i mean, twin toddlers you have all the time, money and energy you need to add more to the mix right? :-p

      • In this case it was us who raised a concern (based mainly on large global delays in all areas when compared to developmental charts and her twin), the pediatrician who flagged it and referred us to a developmental pediatrician, and the developmental pediatrician who told us she thought early intervention services were necessary. I think I’d have been much more “eh, they’ll be fine” if I’d carried the pregnancy myself, but there are too many unknowns with adoption to shrug and let it slide. If you’re ever concerned, you can typically request a free evaluation from your county’s Early Intervention Program, without needing a doctor’s referral. It varies a bit state to state, but most are required to do a free (and in our case very thorough) evaluation with qualified staff if a parent requests it. It doesn’t require you to accept services. If services are warranted, they’re usually provided on a sliding fee scale depending on income (though TriCare actually covers it, which is unusual for insurance programs). So far we’ve been really happy with them – our local people are not at all the type who push services or interventions, and they’re so used to seeing huge numbers of kids with all kinds of delays and causes that they’re good at differentiating between what’s just a kid maturing at her own pace and what’s a cause for concern (in this case, the concern being a child who’s at the 1st percentile for expressive speech and 4th percentile for receptive speech when her twin growing up in the exactly the same environment is developmentally “normal”).

        And no, the third seat is not an announcement, just part of our long term family progress toward filling up a 15 passenger van. We just figure that even if the next kid takes a while, we’ll still be three across back there unless we get a new vehicle since the law expects kids to be in boosters until they’re about 25 now.

      • ha! i literally made the same comment today – carseats until 25 (b/c its true….) sorry, not to jump any guns, you just mentioned crowded for a third and i got a bit excited :-p

        Thanks so much for walking me through the intervention process. rita is right at the age i get a bit paranoid about only having a few words, so deep breaths and information like this is good for me. let us know how speech therapy goes – hope it works out well for her 🙂

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