sister love

some pics..

Khate, Khate

C was nursing this morning for the last time for a few days. I am heading to Boston so Daddy and Gma are back to the freezer supply... that may be the most amazing invention ever for my schedule... freezer bags and the freezer... (I can't compliment the pump even though I know I should.) Currently the freezer is full of frozen milk and not much else... this will soon change!

And because my cab was arriving in 30 minutes instead of the standard snuggle snooze fest we both try and embark on every morning which normally results in 30 minutes of sleeping for both of us until K arrives.. I was checking email while nursing... totally busted.. C looked at me wondering what I was doing... instead of the happy sounds she typically makes in the morning while nursing she spotted the phone and grabbed it... not hard to do with the screen on my phone.. Anyway so she grabs the phone and sees my pic of K... looks at it and starts to glow and chatter away Khate Khaa Khaa... ahh she has spotted her super hero! So the rest of our nursing session is spent nursing and staring at her sister...

With one fast approaching we are trying to decide what to do about nursing... With K it was easy... after nine months of pumping everyday I couldn't wait to be separated from that thing and stroll to whole foods for an organic gallon of milk... I wasn't getting any cuddles so it was just not the same.

With C it is so much harder! I am loving nursing her and don't really ever want to give it up... not very practical... especially as I am heading to Europe on Thursday and it is impossible to carry a pump around all day in a big city... plugs are impossible to find in America let alone another country... something I have learned over the last nine months... So I think I will be reducing nursing to just morning and nighttime feedings... hopefully she will stay interested in this (likely considering what an eater she is) and just let her completely self wean when she is ready .. not sure how long this will last, but logically it makes the most sense and allows me to hold on for a bit longer... The nursing is definitely in the top two moments of the day.

K's first Indian wedding

K had her first Indian wedding this week and loved it... she has been really focused on being Indian this week and mentioning that she wished was full Indian and not just half... this was a perfect time for her to be at the wedding and take in a bit of the culture...

We went to the henna party on Thursday and she got a few designs on her hands... She took home about 100 bangles and has been counting and organizing them ever since... She even took some of the flowers home from the garlands.

On Saturday morning we took both girls to the wedding and morning reception... K spent quite a bit of time watching the bride, standing in front of the stage watching everything and meeting kids... She came home and asked to empty out toy baskets so she could be carried in a basket like the bride she saw earlier in the day. At the end of the wedding her and a few other girls went up on the stage and picked up sparkles and flowers and we now have at least 30 roses throughout the kitchen and living room... She also spent quite a lot of time carrying around C and helping her climb stairs and explore the space... The reception last night was also loads of fun... and a nice date for T and I.

Right and wrong

As K gets older there is more discussion of what is right and wrong... what is ok and what is really unacceptable... for the most part these discussions are light and easy... compared to what we will face when she becomes a teenager, but still it doesn't make them any easier.

This morning we were taking care of my mom's catwhile she is out of town... all the tulips in her yard are in full bloom... K as we all know is a girlie girl... and loves picking up flowers (the rule is only pick flowers you can find on the ground). As I closed the door I noticed she had a tulip in her hand... one that had been clearly picked...

I asked her if she picked the flower and she grabbed my hand held on tight and ... finally slowly responded.. "yes I picked the flower" and immediately burst into tears... actually not even tears but full on sobs.. there she was gasping for air because she picked a flower and I was stuck... do I tell her no you are not to pick flowers or comfort her... so I picked her up held her and told her that as she knows picking flowers is wrong even if they are beautiful... At that point she looked at me and said mommy, the flower was for you... now of course I am feeling horrible. she was trying to do something nice but yet as she was breaking a rule and I had to correct her...

Although the argument was simple and the transgression beyond small it broke my heart watching my girl so sad... So hard to teach right and wrong...

Just a few steps...

Over the weekend C started to take three steps or so by herself... She was so thrilled with herself... literally glowing with pride... and also a bit shy and unsure of herself... she was so cute walking a few steps before losing her balance and tipping over..