Filed under: funny,Sierra,the day-to-day stuff — by Lauren on April 9th, 2011 @ 8:22 pm

Sierra wanted to know where bugs sleep. I said in the dirt or on a tree. She considered this, then asked, “Do they put blankets on theirselves?”

Sierra nurses her baby

Filed under: funny,Sierra,video — by Lauren on April 2nd, 2011 @ 8:17 pm

Sierra’s first day of school

Filed under: photos,school,Sierra — by Lauren on February 24th, 2011 @ 1:32 pm

Sierra started preschool on January 31st. At just a few months past her second birthday, I don’t feel that she really needs to go to school yet, but since her baby brother is going to be born any day now and I won’t be able to keep taking her to Mommy & Me classes, she’s going two mornings a week, just so that she can have some regular social interaction with children her age.

I was worried about how Sierra would do at school. She is very attached to me and, before school, had never been left with anyone other than a relative. For many weeks leading up to school, we talked about how she doesn’t have to cry because Mommy always comes back, and that some of her friends might cry, but that was okay. As we got closer to her start date, I began to feel more confident that she would be okay, but I was still worried about leaving her. Then the big day came, and when I walked her into that room of screaming 2-year-olds, the look on her face was priceless. She looked confused, almost bewildered, as if to say, “What in the world is everyone carrying on about?!?” My (little) big girl has not shed one tear in her classroom since school began, loves her teachers, and gets so excited about working on projects and going to the gym at school. I’m so proud of her!

Ready for her first day:

“Check out my awesome backpack”:

Political Humor

Filed under: funny,Sierra — by Lauren on February 4th, 2011 @ 5:24 pm

Sierra: Knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
Sierra: Joe Biden.
Me: Um, Joe Biden who?
Sierra: Joe Biden man! [dissolves into giggles]

I believe that is a two-year-old’s attempt at political humor.

A letter to my daughters, well past each of their birthdays, because I am a flawed but loving father

Filed under: Anya,Sierra,thoughts — by Lex on January 23rd, 2011 @ 5:39 pm


My love for you is hilariously massive. I think you two are the most adorable creatures. I’m sorry for every time I’ve had to raise my voice, and I’m especially grateful for how patient, forgiving, and lovable you two are.

Anya, you are brilliant. You ask insightful questions, you reason, you think, and you discover. And my goodness, your memory is insane. You remember things that Mommy and I forget. You’re always listening. You are affectionate, funny, and immensely entertaining. You sing pop songs and kid songs with abandon. You love your sister so much. You are a joy.

You are also impressively honest. You tell us how you feel. We know that cleaning up the playroom makes you feel bored. You say sorry — and, indeed, feel sorry — when you make a mistake. You tell the truth.

Sierra, I foolishly expected that you would be just like Anya as you grew up. You too are a joy and a wonderful person, but of course one with a personality all your own. You love to laugh, you love to be silly, and you love to do whatever the heck Anya is doing.

And oh boy do you love asking questions. We’ve evolved from the never-ending “Why?” to a series of ever more detailed “Whys” instead:

“Why did you put the plate away?”
“Why are you done eating?”
“Why aren’t you hungry anymore?”
“Why did you eat enough?”
“Why are you good at satisfying your appetite?”
“Why can’t you answer that?”

Like Anya, you love music, though your tastes are often more demanding. You love your routines — videos after nap time, stories and music always in the right order — just like your sister did at your age. You love hugs and kisses, and you love showing off how cute you are. You also love trouble, little missy, and frankly it’s kind of hilarious.

Being a parent isn’t always easy. It’s easy to take a kid to the potty one time, or two times. Sierra, when you need to go five times in 30 minutes — and indeed manage to go each time — each successive trip gets a little more annoying. But here’s the thing: Each time, you tell me how you’re a “Big girl!” Or, if you’re feeling silly, “A big monkey!” or some other animal. Each time you hug me as I help you get dressed again. And each time, your perfect little smile makes those perfect little cheeks, which end up right in front of my face, which inevitably results in lots of kisses.

And oh, those cheeks. You and Anya both have inherited your mother’s perfect, kissable, lovable cheeks. I’ve kissed your cheeks so many times, and it never gets old.

You two do, though. It’s hard to look at Anya and comprehend that just two short years ago, she was Sierra’s age, or that Sierra’s just two years shy of four. The two of you are growing up too fast, and I beg you to slow down.

At the same time, I love every new age you reach. Anya, when you get upset now, I feel like I’m pretty good at calming you down, because you can reason and understand. It’s wonderful. At the same time, though, you’re four. When you get upset because Sierra won’t pretend to read you a specific page of a book, or she won’t agree to be the Mean Witch when she’d rather be the princess, it’s again something very difficult for me to process. You are in many ways an old soul, wise and mature beyond your years, and when you act like the kid you are, it forces me to remember that while you’re already four, you’re also only four.

Sierra, as I mentioned, idolizes you. Sierra, you taught yourself to climb into your booster, to climb into your big girl bed, to do so many things that Anya inspired you to do. Yet you keep falling right out your bed in the middle of the night. And I keep trudging in there to lift you — still mostly asleep, both of us — back into your bed. Little tiny you in your big massive bed is a perfect metaphor for your whole existence right now. You are so small and so big.

I love being your daddy, girls.

I’m sorry that Mommy and I got more lax on the blogging. A lot of it is wanting to simply enjoy your amazingness as it happens, and then being too tired at the end of each day to write down all the details about it. I could write volumes about you both; you are inspiring and incredible people, and I feel lucky that I get to know you, let alone live with you and receive your love.

You make my life so much better than I ever expected it could be, and for that I owe you a lifetime of thanks. You both are going to make incredible big sisters to your baby brother in just a few short weeks.

I love you both totally and completely. Thank you for being you.

All my love,


Filed under: Sierra,video — by Lauren on January 12th, 2011 @ 10:14 pm

I don’t know why this amuses me, but it does.  Sierra loves to climb into her booster all by herself.

Good Advice

Filed under: funny,photos,Sierra — by Lauren on January 8th, 2011 @ 12:24 pm

Yesterday, Sierra was holding two dinosaur toys – an ankylosaurus and a velociraptor.  She told me, “This one can’t push the cart because he only has legs, but this one can do it with his arms.”  Thank goodness she cleared that up for me.  Now I am all set the next time I run out to pick up some groceries with some extinct prehistoric reptiles in tow.

Sierra is 2, and then some

Filed under: Sierra — by Lauren on January 7th, 2011 @ 9:42 pm

Sweet Sierra Claire turned 2 years old on December 6, 2010.  We celebrated her birthday with an Elmo-themed party at our house, complete with a visit from a 6’2″ Elmo himself (Does anyone know where Lex was during that time?  Hmmmm).  We continued celebrating with a family dinner at Friendly’s and a little party at her class at Anya’s school.

Oh, Sierra, where to begin?  She is such a perfect mix of amazingly sweet and frustratingly stubborn, walking that fine line between wanting to be a big girl and not wanting to grow up too fast.  At home, it seems like she never stops talking and singing, and she’s constantly asking “Why?” about everything.  EVERYTHING.  Her favorite things to play with are little dolls (like the Little People figures), all things pretend play (food, make-up, and doctor’s kits are on the top of her list), and dinosaurs (courtesy of Hannukah, she now has a big collection of dinosaur toys and she even sleeps with a plush stegosaurus and triceratops).  She loves Dora, Diego, Team Umizoomi, and the Fresh Beat Band.  Much like her big sister, she LOVES books. You could actually start many sentences describing Sierra with “much like her big sister” because as she always has, Sierra idolizes Anya and wants to be just like her.  She loves that she gets to drink out of a big girl cup JUST LIKE ANYA, climb into her booster all by herself JUST LIKE ANYA, and sleep in a big girl bed and wear big girl underwear JUST LIKE ANYA (more on that below!).  She wants to be able to walk up and down the stairs and get into her car seat by herself JUST LIKE ANYA.  Do you sense a theme here?

Sierra rocking out to the Fresh Beat Band:

There have been some big changes for our (getting) big(ger) girl recently.  We moved her out of her crib and to her big girl bed in her big girl room a few weeks before her birthday.  I was worried that the transition wasn’t going to go well since the first day we were ready to try a nap in there, she changed her mind at the last minute and insisted she wanted to sleep in her crib, but then she happily napped in her bed for the next two days, declared she wanted to sleep in there at night, and that was that.  The first few days she wasn’t thrilled when her bed time routine was over and it was time for Mommy or Daddy to leave, but since then it’s been a dream.  She goes to sleep around 8 pm and generally sleeps until 7:30 am most mornings.  Remember that baby who was waking up 2-5 times a night to nurse?  Such a thing of the past.

In even bigger news, the weekend after her birthday, we decided to spend the weekend at home and attempt cold turkey potty training, and Sierra did a textbook perfect job.  The first morning she had a lot of accidents, then a little before nap time she told Lex she had to go to the bathroom and got there on time, and with just a few mishaps here and there since then, she’s been wearing underwear whenever she’s awake.  She wore a pull-up over her underwear when we left the house for the first few weeks, but now she wears just her Dora or Princess underwear out of the house, too.  We’re so proud of her, and she is equally proud of herself.  She even stays dry through her naps or overnight some of the time, although we will likely continue to use diapers for sleeping for several more months.

Sierra had her well check in the middle of December.  She was 33 1/4 inches and 25 lbs, 7.5 oz.  Apparently, she’s a shorty (I wonder who she got that from…), and she still has tiny feet – she just moved to a size 5 right around her birthday.  The doctor declared her very healthy and on target or ahead in all areas.  Taking Sierra to the doctor is a very different experience from taking Anya these days.  While Anya gets very nervous, cries, and sometimes is less than cooperative, Sierra almost thinks it is fun.  She doesn’t even cry for shots.  Both the girls got their follow-up flu shots in November, and knowing how it was going to go, I had Sierra go first.  By the time she noticed what was happening, she was already getting her pink bandaid (and couldn’t have been more excited about that).  Then it was Anya’s turn… oh boy.  I think Sierra summed it up nicely when she told her hysterical sister, “Look at me, Anya, I not ‘creem’-ing!” The only tears we get from Sierra at the doctor are if she’s told she has to wait to eat her lollipop.

Much like her big sister (there it is again), I think Sierra is going to be a great big sister.  I wasn’t sure if Sierra was truly going to understand what was going to happen at first, but she does seem to get it now.  She loves to cuddle with and kiss my belly, and talk and sing to her baby brother.  She tells me that he has to stay in there until March because he’s still “gwowing” and that he’s going to be so little when he comes out.  She says she will give him kisses and hold him on the couch, but she won’t drop him.  When I put her to bed, she doesn’t want to cuddle with me, she wants me to lift up my shirt so she can talk to baby brother, and she just loves if he “boops” her hand.  It will be interesting to see how she’ll react when he actually gets here, though.  She’s very possessive of her mommy.

Sierra is going to start preschool at the end of the month – just two mornings a week – so that she’ll have some regular playtime with friends once the baby gets here and I can’t take her to her two Mommy-and-Me classes anymore.  She has very mixed feelings about it.  Sometimes she tells me she’s excited to go to big girl school JUST LIKE ANYA, and then other times she tells me that she only wants me to stay with her.  I think there will be some tears in the beginning, but I also think she’s going to love it.  I can’t believe she’s already big enough to go to school, though.  She’s still my baby, right?

Sierra was 21 months old… in September

Filed under: Sierra — by Lauren on October 18th, 2010 @ 9:32 pm

Sierra turned 21 months old on September 6th, and is now 22 1/2 months old.  She’s on the smaller side; I weighed and measured her yesterday and got just over 32.5 inches and 24.8 lbs.  She’s still got her tiny little feet in a size 4 shoe and she’s wearing a size 4 diaper.  We did finally move her into 18-24 months shirts!

Her language skills have really come along – full sentences, whole songs, jokes, etc. – and she says some really funny things.  Her articulation isn’t always spectacular, but between me, Lex, and Anya, we can usually figure out what she is saying, which is good, because she generally has a strong opinion about everything.  Her favorite things to say are, “I want to do it myself,” and “Me, too!”

Sierra sleeps very well and is half potty-trained (she only poops on the toilet, although that’s not without issue because sometimes she’ll hold it for 2 or more days).  Some days she’s a great eater, and other days, not so much.  She loves to share her food (“Here Mommy, this pretzel is for you!”).

It’s hard to believe she’s going to be 2 in about 6 weeks, and a big sister in about 20 weeks!


Filed under: funny,Sierra,the day-to-day stuff — by Lauren on October 3rd, 2010 @ 1:29 pm

Sierra is lying on the floor on her back, panting. “I’m relaxing,” she tells me. “You’re relaxing?” I ask. “Yeah, I’m a dog,” she answers.

Where do they get this stuff?

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