Do you wish you had siblings?
I got this question all the time as a child. It was irritating because I thought the answer was so obvious. Of course not! I was completely happy as an only child. Didn’t miss having a sibling at all.
Then adulthood struck. And my answer changed. I would love to have a sister. More than anything.
So while I wouldn’t have minded whether Alex was a boy or girl I secretly wished for a girl. I wanted Charlotte to have a sister.
The two of them genuinely adore each other. I really hope it continues.
Over the Christmas break the people who used to live in our house stopped by to see the renovations. They were a family with two daughters - 17 and 19 years old. I couldn’t stop watching them as I trailed behind with my girls who are also 2 years apart in age. I was seeing my future. Or at least what I hope for my future. They were both polite, confident, intelligent, and friendly girls and they were clearly the best of friends.
Charlotte loves dressing exactly the same as her baby sister. Loves it.
So when I got dressed on Saturday and realized I could pull together an almost identical outfit for my girl I couldn’t resist.
- J Crew Swiss Dot Tuxedo Shirt
- Madewell Skinny Skinny Jeans - BEST BEST BEST BEST jeans ever.
- Target maternity tank - perfect for layering
- Sam Edelman High tops in blush
John had surgery this morning to remove the plate on his collar bone
John:: I got a bunch of stitches
Charlotte:: So I have to be very nice to you.
Sisters / Best Friends
Me:: Charlotte, do you think Alex will be your best friend when you grow up?
Charlotte:: But Alex is already my best friend.
What happens when you mix an Australian with a Canadian? You create a child who is one tough cookie. She was back on the ice on Saturday without a bother.
We added a hockey helmet to prevent any future chin-cidents.
The stitches come out his afternoon and then we’ll be back in business for swim class too.
I’m a bit late with this. Missed Alex’s 1 year update entirely. Oops.
Charlotte has really changed over the last few months. Preschool has been wonderful for her - it’s worth every penny (and it costs an extortionate number of pennies!). I’ve received the best feedback from both her teachers. One day they told me that they wish they had a class made up of 12 Charlotte’s. (I almost burst with pride).
She is so well behaved, they said. She listens to direction, she always helps us clean up. Whatever you’re doing with her at home keep doing it.
Well. I very nearly burst into tears at the school gate. It’s one of the best things anyone has ever said to me. I called John as soon as I got home. She’s brilliant! I emailed my Mum. She’s already walking on water! I was just so so proud of her.
And yes I am TOTALLY bragging about how brilliant my child is because I never want to forget how wonderful it was to receive this feedback from her preschool teachers. I’m also completely sure this means she’ll turn into a complete shithead in high school.
So what else.
Oh, a couple of months ago Charlotte asked me what my favorite color is. I don’t have one but I humored her and said purple. So now whenever she sees the color purple somewhere she’ll point it out to me, Look Mommy your favorite color. But way more cute is the fact that even though her favorite color is pink ( what is it with little girls and the color pink?!) she will use purple in all of her artwork. Because she knows it’s my favorite color. I mean, heart melts every time.
When I was offered a new toothbrush at the dentist yesterday and they rattled off the colors I could pick from it was a no brainer. Because purple really is my favorite color now.
First Set of Stitches
Charlotte started her second semester of skating on Saturday.
On Sunday John took her to free skate at the local skating rink. I dropped them off and headed off to grocery shop. As I was checking out I got the call - Charlotte fell, split open her chin and needed stitches.
I raced back, picked them up and off we went to the ER.
Less than 2 hours later (yay for amazing suburban hospitals) the plastic surgeon had her all stitched up (7 in total) and we were on our way home where she got a bag of M&M’s before dinner followed by a big bowl of Mac&Cheese and any cartoons she wanted. Basically, the answer to any of her requests last night was yes. She’s too young to really milk it!
I’m so glad our first incident was so smooth. And I’m even more glad I wasn’t there when it happened because based on the state of her face and clothes, there was a lot of blood.
Good news is she is doing so much better today - completely back to her normal self and full of beans. Hopefully we’ll have the stitches out next week and back on the ice the following weekend (it will be interesting to see how she reacts to getting back on the ice).