We Lost a Shoe


Dear BabyBird,

We managed to lose a shoe on our run today. Even though it was barely 40 degrees out and I’m presumably watching the stroller near-constantly as we roll along, when I checked on you about two-thirds of the way through both shoes were off, one resting in the bottom of the stroller and the other nowhere to be found. I’m especially amazed because you kept your gloves on, so you must have worked them off (velcro and all) entirely with your feet. But I guess your socks kept you warm enough not to mind as you were quite happy to finish the run without them.

In the past we’ve lost mittens and you’ve wiggled off your hat, but this is a first for shoes. I guess I was distracted by all the happy singing of Jingle Bells as we went; there’s been barely any snow this year so the paths are clear, but that doesn’t stop you from pretending gleefully that we’re your one horse open sleigh (hey!). The people we pass just love it.

After I noticed the missing shoe I admonished that you’d have to ask Santa for new shoes now, and I guess it stuck because when we got home you immediately told Mama that you lost a shoe, and when she asked what you wanted for Christmas now you simply responded “shoes”. The look I got after that was even better than explaining that we’d lost them to begin with. The runner-up had been trains for quite awhile, so hopefully Santa has it in his heart to find room for both. I’ll let him know you’ve been really good in case it helps!

I am going to obsessively double-check your shoes every mile on runs for the foreseeable future. I’m pretty sure if we lose another I’ll be taking a second run solo to go find it no matter how cold or dark it is!


Christmas Songs

Dear BabyBird,

Your love of music has grown to include Christmas music this holiday season and it’s been so much fun. I think I went through a good decade of being completely sick of Christmas music after performing the same spent songs year after year at school holiday concerts and the like, but now that you’re into it the joy has finally returned. We started adding them to our nightly music time around Thanksgiving and practicing for your school holiday concert during the day (complete with moves) got you even more into them.


Some of your favorites are Frosty the Snowman (which you call Shoshty: Snow Man), Jingle Bells, Carol of the Bells (which you’re convinced is just a pretty, alternate version of Jingle Bells – and will correspondingly retrofit the Jingle Bells lyrics to it which I find hilarious), and Silent Night. They’re perfect since you can pick up most of the lyrics pretty easily and also play along with your xylophone, drums, and shakers while I’m at the piano. You’re great at recognizing all your songs by name now, either to ask demand which one we play next or proudly call them out with a grin any time you hear them.

You’re also not afraid to burst into random song at any point throughout the day which is adorable. I think your first big solo hit was the alphabet, followed soon after by Happy Birthday around your Grandpapa and Mama’s birthdays in November. I love your version which puts plenty of emphasis on the HAAAAPY birthday, and often adds an extra”toooo you!” for flavor. Christmas songs are now in the mix as well with us often getting a random Jingle Bells at dinner or in the car. You’re actually a little shy to sing in front of other people now which is cute, but when it’s Mama and I you don’t hold back. I guess all our unabashed full-on singing to you pretty much constantly since you were born is rubbing off.

I continue to be so proud, humbled, and amazed by how much you love music and that it’s something special we do each day. On top of singing you’re plunking away at the piano by yourself at least a dozen times a day now, to the point where we even have to pull you away when it’s time for something else. While three years old may have seemed young for piano lessons before having a kid (I didn’t start until I was about six), it almost seems like a stretch to wait that long now. Pretty soon I think I’ll start showing you a few things myself so you don’t get bored with it and I’m sure you’ll be more than ready to dive in to songs yourself soon after! In the meantime I treasure our nightly piano and singing and will keep it going for as long as I can.


Toddler Chatter Box – 21 month edition


in the car

BabyBird: Mommy, wipe!

Me: What?

B: Wipe.

Me: What do you need a wipe for?

B: Wipe my paws.


Me: How was your day at school?

BabyBird: …. Brody, sit down.


Daddy: I don’t know where Mommy is.

B: Look in there!


as I walk out of the bathroom

B: Mommy, go potty!


at dinner, pointing at my empty plate

B: Mommy’s, all done.


at dinner, if I get up from the table to get something

B: Mommy…. sit down!



Toddler’s Creed

If I like it, it’s mine

If I want it, it’s mine

If I think it’s mine, it’s mine

If I have it in my hand, it’s mine

If I give it to you and change my mind later, it’s mine

If I can take it away from you, it’s mine

If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine

If it’s mine, it will never belong to anybody else, no matter what

If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine

If it looks just like mine, it’s mine

If you really think it belongs to you, it is most definitely mine


O, Toddlers.

May I never turn off a light switch, close a lid, move a toy, or clean a plate without asking first. The independence is both refreshing {my baby is growing up} and equally frustrating at times {can we make it down the stairs sometime today?} I refrain myself from wanting to just jump in and do the task that would take me only a second.

We are starting to see the light at the end of this epic butt kicking cold that we all caught last week. Shivering, coughing, snot running cold. All three of us. We hunkered down and stayed in the house all week. Which also meant we missed BabyBird’s Christmas Concert at school, which I was totally bummed about. He’s still singing the songs and practicing… I haven’t had the heart to tell him that he missed it because we were sick.

Poor little guy was so miserable, he’d wake up to eat a snack and then would ask to take a nap. We ate dinner early each night and he would be in bed by 6pm. On the bright side, because of our sicky week, his bedtime has moved up an 1.5 earlier than usual and he is actually waking up later in the mornings. I know it doesn’t make sense, but going to bed earlier has actually resulted in sleeping in. Go figure.