Stories and pictures from our small lives here at Tasma
The camera’s been out of action for a while, so I haven’t been able to show you Lucinda’s developments. She’s taking a few steps now, and lets the odd word slip (such as “Dog-Dog”, and “Yum”). I wish I could show you her unique one-leg-outboard high speed crawling style.
Here are a few recent snapshots:
On Ethan’s birthday, Lucinda cut her bottom front right tooth.
While Fiona was captured as a fearsome Girl Dragon in the elaborate dragon trap, the cute, but formidable, baby beast Lucinda successfully opened a packet of pasta (something Girl Dragons struggle with on a normal day), and stuffed baby fistfuls of raw pasta into her mouth while kicking the rest around the kitchen floor. Girl Dragon was trapped. It was left to SuperBoy Ethan to save the day…
ethan’s dragon trap.
Phew. I think we are coming to the end of four years of broken sleep! Ethan, our oldest child, was never much of a sleeper. Lets just say Z was not in his alphabet. Around the time he did learn to sleep through the night, the wonderful Lucinda came screaming into our nights. So we walked around like black-eyed zombies for another 10 months. But last weekend she slept through the night for the first time. ALL the way, baby! Peace returns to Tasma.
Now we can all go out on the bikes! We have been waiting for this day, and finally lucinda is just big enough to go on the seat on the back of Fi’s bike, and Ethan pedals away on the Alleycat behind me (see below)! Yay.
Cool, sleepy eveningtime. Lucinda is in the middle of a deafening controlled crying program as prescribed by sleep school.
It’s really all of us who take turns crying and it’s not very controlled. It’s heartbreaking.
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