April 9, 2010

Tiny Terminator

“It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.”

Our daughter is a tidal wave of motion, a non-stop kiddie conversationalist, and a relentless seeker of new data—usually prefaced by the question “why?”

We love her. We’re grateful she’s active and engaged in every facet of life from the moment she wakes up until she finally shuts down at night. But, being frail human parental units, we get tired sometimes…

Elena has been on spring break from her pre-school class for about 10 days now. Today she goes back to school. All hail structured learning environments! Naomi, as always, has done most of the hard parenting work. But I, for one, am terminated. Time for a recharge.

Tiny Terminator II: In utero
The other little Terminator – on the way to the world via Naomi’s womb – is healthy. He, or she, will be joining us in about one month. (In the end, we decided to stay ‘old school’ and not ask the hospital about the baby’s sex prior to his/her birth.)

We are excited. We’ve deluded ourselves into feeling prepared.

Stay tuned.

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