Schwartz Family

Today Sonja turns 19 months. Tipping the scale at 21 lbs, she continues to make her own curve (well below the established chart norm.) She's the first one up most mornings and insists on the following regimen: throw pacifier into the crib (we're on restricted paci time...tried to give it up cold turkey, but that did not go over well, for anyone involved), put on penguin slippers, take pink fleece blanket out to couch, open dvd drawer and choose Pooh or Boz the Bear, run in place to show enthusiasm, get bowl of dry Cheerios, cozy up on the couch with blanket and cheerios. Exeunt mom, back to bed.
Same thing, every morning. Which is nice as I can get her all set up without ever opening the other eye. Anna wakes up a little later usually and joins Sonja on the couch with a purple Ravens blanket and her own bowl of dry cereal. And this is our morning life for the first hour of the day. A gradual entrance into the day.
I know it's a little different from the hot breakfasts and bustling pre-7AM hours we once knew, but everyone seems happy with this winter morning schedule. We're conserving energy.

Anyway, just yesterday, Sonja developed a fear of bugs. As there was just one gnat-like bug in the house, she ran out of bugs to fear so began to fear crumbs, specks, pieces of fuzz, anything small that could possibly pass as a bug. At first, I thought she was pretending to be afraid, but after several episodes of near panic attacks, I realized she really was scared of things that could be bugs. And her sister, in true sisterly form, capitalized on the new phobe and showed Sonja every bit of fuzz she could find. Until parental intervention.
Anyway, here are some picture of our specko-fuzzo-crumbo-bugophobic little girl:


A little girl with a pony tail...sniff.

And some pictures of Anna, my little sous chef:

Ballerina sous chef.

And taste tester.

And silverware unloader.

That's all for now. Dinner needs to be in the oven soon and ingredients are still at Food Lion, unfortunately.