Green Curry with Shrimp and little girls

Ngila and Beatrix are more committed to blogging than their mother. While we ate supper the other night they demanded we take pictures for the blog.

Which got me thinking that something happened in the last few months at our house; we have moved to the next stage of parenting. I am now the mother of two little girls. This is very exciting. (I mean babies are great, cuddle them, rock them but then? Clean them, feed them, clean them, feed them, try to figure out why on earth they are still screaming when you have cleaned them and fed them).

But little girls? Well, cuddle them, rock them, throw them around, fall over laughing at their witty remarks, receive their hand made gifts (try not to fall over laughing), tuck them in, read to them (books that are actually entertaining - the ones without pictures), draw with them, sew with them, march with them, etc.

Ngila is 5 and 1/2, desperately waiting for her first tooth to loosen, playing chords like a pro on the piano (or like Auntie Doris as she likes to say), drawing people with no sticks features, guiding people around on the DC Metro system "No I think the red line goes to Metro Center, doesn't it mom?", and generally growing into a lovely human being.

Beatrix is 3 and 1/2, constantly making up new rules or guidelines for our behaviour, taking up a genuine interest in cooking, marching like a machine from museum to monument and beyond (3 miles the other day), dressing herself (most trying (on mommy) of her new interests) and showing gratitude without being prompted!!

This may be what I should have posted on mother's day, if some one hadn't beat me to the blog with that lovely picture of the green pepper shooting up my nose.