Welcome to the World of Our Four Fantastic Pigs

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Right now, we love all things Pirates, Peter Pan and Rapunzel! Emmett likes to wear his hat a bit higher on his head than usual, like the pirate tricorn; as he skips, he does little hops while extending his arms out, and he tries to fly; and he wears a sheet on his head to pretend that he has long hair like Rapunzel. When asked if he could fly, Riley said that he couldn’t because he doesn’t have strings on his back; but he stands at the bottom of a big tree out in the backyard yelling “Rapunzel, where are you? Let down your hair!” And Tessa loves to pick things up and waive them around and pretend that she is sword fighting.

Tessa also LOVES our new sandbox, which means that about a gallon of sand is brought inside every day. She likes to fill and empty the buckets, while flinging sand on any and all in the vicinity. It is not for the fainthearted. Or those that prefer to remain sand-free. In addition to sandbox play, Tessa is still working hard to keep up with the boys. Right now that means that she likes to wear their clothes and go where they go. The luster of preschool, however, has worn off and she doesn’t like to follow the boys into the building. After the first week, Tessa asked her teacher for her backpack so that she could leave.

Riley is big into bugs and squirmy things. He is a catch-and-release guy, though, which makes Mom happy. Often times Riley is unaware of his own strength relative to the little bugs and they end up squished. Rolly Pollys beware. Other times though, he steps on them on purpose and then says “Bug all done!” He is afraid of spiders and all manner of “sting-bugs,” as he should be. He loves to throw rocks, to Mom and Dad’s chagrin, and sometimes he throws rocks at the bugs he would rather not touch.

As always, Emmett is the leader of all pretend play. Whether he is dressing up like Woody from Toy Story, complete with hat and boots; or draping toilet paper around his head and trailing it around the house like Rapunzel from the movie Tangled, he loves to watch movies and the re-enact them. Good thing he loves being outside so much too, or he’d turn into a baby couch potato!

Birthday season is coming up next month, starting with Riley in October. Fast on the heels of that party is October, and we are still deciding what to dress up as. So stay tuned and see what we choose!

See ya,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Well Played, Sir

As some of you might know, we played musical rooms recently, with Tessa and Riley ending up in the same room, and Emmett-as the elder statesman by almost 11 months-getting to sleep solamente. For some reason, in this specific situation Riley took to heart the responsibility of being the older brother. Once Mom and Dad leave the room, Riley (who sleeps in a toddler-bed and thus has access to the entire room) loads Tessa’s crib up with books, stuffed animals, blocks and even booty cream. Because of this, their room had to be cleared of everything that isn’t ok to make its way into Tessa’s crib.

Emmett, similarly, had a room purging. But of a slightly different sort. Because Emmett is a, shall we say, spirited young man who needs little rest, he is often awake while the little ones are still snoozing away. What to do with this extra time? First, the plan was to dismantle all monitoring devices. Both kids’ rooms have a video monitor, and Emmett, for a few nights in a row, disrupted the angle. That, apparently, was unsatisfying because the next move was to pull the plug on it. A few nights of this and the camera was removed from the room entirely. Monitoring devices gone? Check.

Second was an escape attempt. We all know that Emmett believes that there is something fun going on somewhere close by, and that he is driven to find that good time. An escape would mean that his possibilities were almost limitless. Emmett unlocked the windows and used the crank to open them up. Thanks goodness those little fingers, while obviously idle, are not strong enough to pull the screen free. Nevertheless, as the windows opening in the middle of the night sets off the alarm, the cranks had to be removed from the room.

Hmmmm. Escape attempt foiled. What comes next? If Emmett can’t find the party nearby, he will throw his own party. To begin with, he figured that he’d put the lights on all night long. What better way to see all the toys and books in his room? Although reading books is, generally, not frowned upon, if the choice is an exhausted yet literate Emmett or a well-rested and compliant Emmett, any parent in their right mind with three kids under the age of 4 will always choose the latter. So, the light bulbs had to be unscrewed.

The response to this over the next few nights was an unpleasant one. Anything heavy became a projectile that unerringly made its way to the door. An ability to ignore loud crashes and wood threatening to split is not easy to cultivate. Yet, we are sure Mom and Dad have been actively developing this skill. When playing deaf did no good, everything not fixed down to the floor was removed from Emmett’s room. This move, understandably, elicited first fury and then repeated apologies.

After two nights of nothing but carpet to play with, a sort of detente was reached and the toys were restored. We are all hoping for the end of this cold war, but as the key to Emmett’s modus operandi is to be one step ahead of his opponent, we are-none of us-holding our breath. What comes next for Emmett? Only time will tell.

As for Riley and Tessa, the first few nights of only having stuffed animals and a few books were hard ones. Riley, in the middle of the night, reached under his bed to retrieve a pacifier that had rolled away (he opts to sleep on the floor) and got his ginormous dome stuck under the edge. Thanks goodness Tessa and Riley’s monitor is still intact because when Mom and Dad heard Riley saying, Riley needs help! Riley stuck!, they could tune in, see what the problem was, and take action. A few nights later, according to Riley, a large monkey came out of the closet and took his bunny. This would seem bad enough, but the monkey actually gave the bunny to Tessa-in her crib. Although Riley can stuff anything grab-able into her crib, pulling things out presents a bit of a challenge. Tessa, being a loving younger sister who feels indebted to Riley for the cornucopia of toys he provides nightly, gave the bunny back to Riley. But Riley didn’t forgive or forget that mean monkey. Rest assured, Riley always remembers to close the closet door before going to bed.

Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Summer Fun

Hi All!

We have been enjoying our hot, hot summer. We got a new pool for our backyard, and it has a shipwreck theme, so there are sharks, a sunken ship, and treasure on it. Riley loves splashing water on the sharks, and Tessa just like splashing. Emmett, in the beginning of the summer, got used to going outside into the pool and striping down (because who doesn’t love a good skinny-dip?). This turned out to be a bit of an issue when we were at the mall and Emmett attempted to take off his clothes to jump into the fountain. But we’ve nipped that in the bud, and now everyone has to keep at least their diaper on to play in the pool. Since it has been super hot here, we all use Tally’s doggie door to go outside to get to the pool. We prefer it to the big door; it is just our size!

Riley and Emmett have continued in school throughout the summer. Each two weeks there is a new theme and we’ve had Camping, Search and Rescue, Firetrucks, and Pirates already. Riley made an ocean-in-a-bottle for himself and brought it home where everyone could argue over who gets to play with it, which was nice. Emmett has been painting fish and octopi and sharks and such. And Tessa can’t wait until she starts school in August! All of the other kids in her class have birthdays around the same time as her, early winter, and she’s already met a bunch of them while dropping and picking up the boys from school. She’s very excited and has already picked out her backpack and lunch box!

We’ve become a bit like the three musketeers these days… Always doing everything together. We make messes together and we fight over our toys together and we go outside together. When it is time to come inside, we all run away from Mom and Dad together, laughing and thinking that we are playing a wonderful gam. But when it is time to go upstairs to get ready for bed, we usually all head upstairs together because we like to run in the hall and play games before we get tucked in.

We had a great switch up with rooms last month: Emmett now has his own bedroom, and Riley and Tessa share a room. This worked out well for everyone as Emmett needs less sleep then the two little ones. Since moving in together, Riley has refused to sleep in his bed, and he sleeps at the foot of Tessa’s crib every night. In the beginning, he would put toys and books into her crib, thinking that he was helping her. But after a long talk (and a few time-outs), Riley realized that putting things into Tessa’s crib is dangerous and that he needs to play with the toys by himself. As for Emmett, he enjoys having his own space and when everyone wakes up in the morning, sometimes he asks the others to leave him alone in his room for a bit so he can have some alone-time before coming out to play.

Our latest endeavor is that Riley is potty training! (And Emmett is half-heartedly following suit.) We all have high hopes that Riley will be potty trained before too long and that Emmett will want to do it too. Right now, both boys want stickers and stamps and are working hard to earn them by sitting on the potty. But Emmett is very determined to do things his own way, and he doesn’t like to stop what he’s doing to go into the bathroom when he can just keep wearing a diaper. So…. We’ll keep you informed as to how that all plays out.

We are going to the Zoo on Thursday to check out the new elephant area, so we’ll let you know how that goes when we blog next month!

See you soon…

With love,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Riley Do it Himself

In case there was any question out there, I am a determined, motivated, independent little man. From a very early age (Yes! Even earlier than 2-years-old.), I have wanted to do things all by myself. Sometimes this is messy, like when I wanted to feed myself oatmeal before I had really mastered getting the spoon from the bowl to my mouth. And sometimes this can be very helpful, like when I want to put on Tessa’s diaper or fold laundry with Mom and Dad. Anyway, I want to try almost everything and I want to do it without help.

When I decide to do this, I say, “Riley do it himself.” If it is something that I can’t really do all alone, and if Mom and Dad keep trying to help me, I will start to wail, jump up and down, and yell repeatedly, “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” If it is something that I did all alone, kind of in secret, and then I show Mom and Dad, I will say proudly, while pointing to indicating what I did, “Riley did it himself.” There are many different ways that I can say it, and-of course-they all mean something just a little bit different.

Because I really enjoy recounting events (or telling on Emmett or Tessa) I often use this phrase to tell a story. For instance, I was telling Mom that I was outside playing with Dad and Tessa and Emmett and I fell down and hurt my leg. When Dad brought me inside to get a band-aid, I opened it up and put it on all by myself. But this is how it came out: “Riley outside. Fell. Owe-y leg. Owe-y leg. Inside. Inside come. Daddy band aid. And.. And… And… Riley did it himself. Trash, band aid. Riley did it himself. Leg. Band aid, leg. Owe-y all gone. Owe-y all gone. Riley did it himself.” Imagine all of that said, pacifier in mouth, while nodding earnestly.

I can dress myself now, shirt and pants-although sometimes I prefer to have help with the pants. In that case, I say, “Mommy do it herself.” I can put my shoes on myself, too. I can clean up my own messes and I can go upstairs to get my bunny when I’ve left her behind. But in both of those cases, I often ask, “Mommy clean up herself?” or “Daddy get bunny himself?”

I like to ask Emmett stuff. Like when we are driving, when we hit this one point in the neighborhood, I always say, “Emmett, you see the big truck?” But sometimes I ask, “Emmett, shirt himself?” or “Emmett, binket himself?” (That last one would be that Emmett got his blanket all by himself.) Suffice it to say, we are all doing things all by ourselves now.

Later,
R

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I am a Graduate… Sort of.

I have officially made it through my first year of pre-school. Except that I started a few months into the school year. And there were a number of breaks for the winter holidays, Passover break, and other minor holidays. And, for a while there, I only went two days a week or only for a few hours each day. Regardless! I made it through my first academic year at school. And (after I switched to my current school), I LOVE it! When we have vacations, I ask to go to school. Sometimes I am still upset when I get dropped off at school. But then when I see my teacher Ms. Adina, she picks me up and gives me a huge hug and I am all better. In fact, once I get that first hug from my teacher, it carries me through and I don’t even want to come home when Mom or Dad come to pick me up at the end of the day.

Anyway, back to my Graduation. We had a ceremony at school yesterday, and-along with my friends from the 3- and 4-year-old room, we sang and then accepted our diploma. When my teacher asked me what I wanted to me when I grow up, I said “Emmett.” Mom loved this. She prefers that we live our life defined by who we are and not by what we do. So I am, officially, going to be me.

After the ceremony, there was brunch and a petting zoo. And guess which I picked to go to first? That’s right. The food table. I ate a bunch of fruit and yogurt and cookies and eggs and bagel and then I hit up the animals. There was a donkey, a miniature horse, chickens, ducks, a lama, an alpaca, and lot of goats. I thought that the goats horns felt funny and I liked to try to pet the ducks. But, after that, I was good. I went and played on the playground with my friends for the rest of the morning.

Even though I finished the academic year, I am looking forward to continuing school through the summer. My school has lots of great things planned. We are going to swim, of course. But also, the Zoo, the Museum of Nature and Science, and other great local institutions are going to be bringing their great stuff to us! (Riley is going to LOVE shark week!) And I will get to keep chasing the girls around outside, dancing for my classmates, and painting with bright, cheery colors. It is going to be great.

Emmett out.

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Pretty (Dirty) in Pink

Hi All!

Guess what? It turns out that Emmett is not the only lover of the color pink in this house! I LOVE pink, too. I prefer to wear pink, and, especially when I sleep, I prefer my jammies to be pink. If given the choice, I will always choose pink. This is very cute, specifically when paired with a little purple barrette. (See new uploaded pictures.) But, unlike Emmett, I like to match my pretty pink colors with… Wait for it… Dirt. I like dirt as much as I like the color pink.

When we are outside playing, I have been known to take an entire fistful of dirt and pop it into my mouth. Now, it’s not what you think. Judging by the faces that I make, I don’t actually enjoy the taste or the texture of the dirt. That does not, however, stop me from doing it again, and again, and again. My nails are the dirtiest nails in the house. And that’s saying something given the fact that Riley loves digging in the dirt and throwing rocks into the pond.

But it isn’t just my nails that are dirty. When I venture into Pica-mode, my face is covered in dirt and pebbles and leaves and even trash. In addition to dirt, I also enjoy tasting rocks, twigs, (clean) baby wipes, sidewalk chalk, paint, crayons… You name it, I put it in my mouth. This may remind you of Emmett, who Mom and Dad say that I resemble the most. But, again unlike Emmett, I wear everything on my tasting menu. It is not uncommon for me to have oatmeal in my hair, crayon in my mouth, and dirt under my fingernails.

But, I pull the look off, believe me. I top off all of that messiness with a pretty pink t-shirt or a cute jumpsuit and people look right past the ick. They see a fantastically cute little girl, with huge blue eyes, chubby cheeks and legs, and an amazing amount of sass. You bet I reel them in.

Later,
T

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Talking

Some of you know that I have been a little slow to employ my verbal skills. At first, I wondered why people couldn’t read my mind and figure out what I wanted, like Mom and Dad do. But now that I am in school, I see the value of actually verbally communicating with other people. Mom and Dad love the things that I come up with and how I pronounce them. Here are some examples:

I named my bunny Unny.
I ask for a tiss goodnight.
I copy my Buzz Lightyear figure and say, I come in peas.
Instead of at the table, I prefer eating my meals on the chouch.
When I get ready for school, I put on my pack-pack.
Before we go to bed, Mom, Dad, Riley and I play a game of hide-and-seek meets peek-a-boo, and I call it wheat-a-boos.

Some of these things I am already correcting, but Mom and Dad think that these idiosyncrasies are so cute that they sometimes wish that I didn’t fix them. Like how Riley refers to himself in the third person, “Riley sees big trucks!” They sometimes wish that that would never end.

Check out the new pictures that Mom posted of us playing in the pillow fort. I am getting so big! I have lost most of my baby fat, and I am leaning out into a super, fantastic Pig! Riley too. But, to be honest, Tessa has enough baby fat for all of us right now. (I’m sure she’ll lean out soon, as she’s just started walking, but I’m just saying is all…)

Talk to you all soon,
E

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Beawies, Please

I love to talk. And it’s not just to hear myself speak. I need validation, so if you don’t repeat what I say, I will keep saying it over, and over, and over, and over until you do repeat me. I will tell you all about the big trucks coming up (big cucks), or the bugs that I find outside (put bugs in bug home?), or how I enjoy picking the berries on the bushes (Riley pick beawies).

I have recently also developed a slightly uncontrollable volume level issue. When we get dressed in the morning, I like to put my own shirt on. Instead of saying, Can I put that shirt on by myself Mom? It usually comes out as “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” Very loud. But when it comes to putting on pants, I usually say “Mama do it herself,” which means I only want Mom to put my pants on. I’m still partial to Mom helping me. Whether it is a diaper change or getting dressed, I will say “No Dada. Mama! Mama!”

I still ask for Cooper. This is more of a declaration, “Coco gone,” than wondering where he is. I will tell strangers that Coco is gone, too. But I am warming up to Tally. I hug her, and I give her kisses. And I say that she had soft fur. She won’t eat food out of my hand the way that Cooper did, and sometimes when she won’t take some food from me, I will throw it at her. But, in general, Tally and I are becoming fast friends.

My favorite thing this week is bugs. I caught some moths and put them into my bug house. I watched them fly (bugs fly!) and when they stopped moving, even just for a second, I will say “Bugs fall down.” We are studying bugs at school, so it is great that I just got a butterfly net and a bug house. When I took my months into school the other day, all the other kids loved to look at them. I think that they are much better than the class hamster. But that’s mostly because I think the hamster is out to get me. I tell Mom about the scary and mean hamster often. She assures me that it is a nice hamster, but I’m not buying it.

Chat soon,
Riley

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I am a Scientist…

It took some time with me, but I have turned into a bit of a snuggler. Don’t get me wrong, I am, for sure, a wiggle-worm. I am not a snuggler like Emmett is now or like Riley was when he was smaller. I go in for the fast snuggle-putting my head on Mom or Dad’s chest-then I give a quick kiss, and I’m gone. I’ve got things to do, it’s not like I have time to linger.

I am determined to do what I want, when I want. I have been known to throw myself onto the floor, or even to try to slap someone, if I don’t get my way. I am fairly easily re-directed, but sometimes I have to be put into the other room-in time out-because I just won’t stop doing something. Take, for instance, Riley’s bunny or Emmett’s Toy Story toys. I will grab them when the boys are playing, and then I will run. Then, just to make sure that they get the point, I will look over my shoulder to see if they are chasing me. This, I believe, is great fun. But then they catch up with me. And then it’s not such great fun.

Mom and Dad call me the Bedeviler. But really I am interested in studying cause and effect. I throw something down, someone picks it up. Interesting. I see if I can repeat the experiment. I ask for something and don’t get what I want, I make some noise and see what happens. I am always working from a hypothesis. Mostly that hypothesis is: I will get my way if…

I say “up” all the time, now. I also say “outside” and “pretzel.” When I don’t get one of these things, I throw a fit. If I am in my high chair and I don’t get what I want, I will fling all of the food on my plate to the farthest corners of the room. Mom’s found parts of scrambled eggs in between couch cushions days after I’ve flung them there. Coooper used to love when I did this. Tally likes it too, but not as much as Cooper did.

Well, got to go see what I can get into today…

T

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We Say Goodbye to Another Great Friend

We are very sad to say goodbye to Cooper, our great friend and wonderful playmate. Cooper passed away last weekend, at the ripe, old age of 12. We will miss his kisses, his snuggles, and his playfulness. Whenever we were running through the house, Cooper-or CooCoo, as we called him-would bark and run right along with us. He loved to clean up after us during mealtimes, and he was sneaky in stealing food right out of our hands, too. Riley especially loved to play with and give hugs to CooCoo.

The house is much quieter now, without our two, biggest fuzzy friends. It has been quite a change in just 10 months. We will miss both Cooper and Arlo, always.

Check out the pictures we posted of Cooper. You may have to search a bit, but you will see that he was always with us, and that is captured in so many of the pictures that we have.

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