Big Girl Bed Time

Last Saturday Libby got her very first Big Girl Bed and she LOVES it. She's taken to it like a champ with zero complaints and no sneaking out in the middle of the night (so far...).


For some reason, Libby has decided that sleeping in a big girl bed means sleeping in (or at least with) a sweater and baseball hat. We tried convincing her she'd be hot but ultimately figured that it was a battle not worth fighting.


In fact, the biggest problem we've had so far is that Emma seems to be leaning towards wanting a big girl bed too. And Mom and Dad are not ready for that.

Baby No More

Emma has become such a ... kid. How did that happen? Where did my little baby go?

Makin' Music

Hey, Wright girls and your mad musical skillz: Suck it.

Chipping Away

A time-honored tradition at Grandma and Grandpa's is to gorge on chips and dip. (Just ask any of the girls' cousins. Or their dad, for that matter.) As you see, Emma has taken to the sport as a duck to water. Or as a spoon to onion dip, as the case may be.

I think the "kkkkkk" sound she's making is her attempt do a fake little giggle that's supposed to say, "That's so silly."

Hi, You

One of Libby's awesome new things (and therefore Emma's awesome new thing, too, since she does every last thing her sister does) is to greet everyone she sees. Here's a video of her greeting the commoners from her super-fantastic new toy -- a trike from Grandma and Grandpa!

Libby has continued this practice now that we're back home here in the Windy City. You should see her parading up and down the street and calling out a cheery "Hi, You!" to every single person we see.

Even the city folk (including some pretty hardened characters, let me tell you) are usually moved to greet her back with a laugh and a wave. Only the most grumpy of urbanites stalk past without a word. I've dubbed Libby and Emma the Ambassadors of Rogers Park.

Lolling Around Lakeside

We had a visit to Ohio a few weeks ago and did pretty much all of our most favoritest things. The aunts and Diana and Grandma and Grandpa also watched over the girls while Martin and I headed to Ann Arbor for a few days of kid-free R&R. Pure heaven for all involved, I think.

Here's a rundown of what we did:

We gave this squinty-eyed look to Mommy multiple times a day and said, "Mommy, I'm sorry that you ran over my bike." (Long story. The good news is a chopper life-flighted a replacement wheel from Radio Flyer, and the tricycle has made a full recovery.)

We went on wagon rides.

We read some good books.

We watched the 4th of July parade and got enough candy thrown our way to last us until we reach high school (if only our parents hadn't eaten it all).

We painted rocks (a Lakeside tradition). Gee, think Emma is exhausted and overwhelmed?

We rode around with Shuttle Earl on the job.

We ate lots and lots and lots of pizza. Often outside. And often mostly naked. (And sometimes totally naked. We're classy like that. My parents' neighbors must wonder who these hillbilly children are.)

We played in Lakeside's awesome sandbox 14,357 times.

We (finally, finally, FINALLY) got two more teeth. Emma was soooo sad and made sure that Aunt Kimmy and the rest of her loyal entourage never let her feet touch the ground.

We saw model trains with Daddy.

And just generally partied until we could party no more. (And, yes, Libby is pretending here; Emma is most certainly not.)