bedtime, the next generation

Bryan and I spent a lot of time and care with the kids tonight, executing the bedtime routine with precision and hanging around to chat and cuddle, to make sure they were comfortable in their big-kid beds and—most importantly—not going to pop right out of them the moment we closed the door.

Looking up at it, Annie told me how much she liked the big yellow A that hangs over her bed, and I told her I remembered getting it.

“It was before you were born, but I knew we wanted to name you ‘Annie.'”

She cupped my face in her hands and confided, “I wanted to name you ‘Mom.’ … Who named you ‘Mom?'”

“You did.”


mah train tracks

Paul and I had some 1×1 time last night. He’s a talker now. I understand everything perfectly with my mommy-hearing, but for posterity, some translations:
“I did it! Whee! OH NO!”
“My train tracks, back on.”
“NO, GROUND!” Meaning, put it on the ground.
“Help? Me fix? Train tracks. Back on.”

You’ll probably get it from there, but know that hearing a loud engine pass by the house is motivating the second half of our conversation.