A 2 year old vocab

Mash a tatas = mashed potatoes
Bootaful = beautiful
Gamote = remote
He has a trumpet on his nose (referring to the rhino's horn)

This resonates

From Confidence at Sea (Cruising World, Feb 2009):

"To sail offshore, especially alone, one must get past the fear of vastness, distance from help, and the naive notion that sailing is some kind of paradise. Then sailing becomes an opportunity to trust life to be what it will be. Anything can happen anywhere. Challenges are innate to this life experience. I've never sailed an offshore passage without needing to be creative or being challenged to grown and learn more about sailing, my boat, and myself. But as I respond to the challenge and arrive, I succeed. I dare say that with each encounter, awe increases our potential and the interconnectedness of the human spirit and the sea. As I grow in confidence, there is less fear and more objectivity. I'm free to become more in tune with the most powerful energy source of life on earth - the ocean."

Tuesday is really hump day

At home, 2 sick girls, no car, no naps, my god sometimes I am glad this is temporary.

Getting ready for mobility

Harper is up on all fours ready to crawl, happy with her newfound sense of mobility. Proudly grinning revealing her 2 Christmas presents on the bottom row she looks at me as if to say "see mama, I'm getting it." Abi is talking and conversing with us all day long. We just got her a standard size pillow for her crib, which she asked for. This morning, after her furst night with it, she awoke with a snarl the size of a grapefruit on the back of her head. I gathered up the mess, tried as best I could to brush it out, failed, and just wrapped a ponytail around it to hide its recklessness and give it the appearsnce of some sort of order. I don't know who I am trying to kid. I'll let Chris handle it tonight when he gives her a bath.