The past couple of weeks have marked big accomplishments for the Sternfeld-Dunns.
Let's start with the littlest member of the family.
We've been potty training Ruby this summer and she's doing a really great job.
It's been so much easier than Maia, except for pooping in the potty.
Ruby just won't do it.
The night I had a concert, Aleks headed to Kansas City to see our friend Richard Kriehn play in A Prairie Home Companion and we had a new babysitter.
Ruby had to poop, but was refusing to go before I left. As I got the girls ready for bed, I went to reach for a pull-up and,
dun dun dun,
came out empty handed.
dun dun dun,
came out empty handed.
We had to make do with a swim diaper.
I kept asking Ruby if she wanted to try to go before I left and she assured me that she was going to wait for our sitter.
So the sitter got here and I laid out extra sheets in case Ruby went all over the place and God bless our sitter, she took it all in stride, assuring me she has dealt with much worse.
Fast forward an hour and I get this text while I'm in the dressing room waiting to go on stage:
Best. Babysitter. Ever.
Unfortunately, Ruby hasn't had a repeat success yet, but we're still working on it.
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Every summer I hear moms say how excited they are for summer and the pool.
And every summer I inwardly groan, because when you have two littles, pool time means chasing them around the pool because they can't swim and older kids aren't looking out for the little ones and your kids are soooo cute in their tiny, ruffled swim suits that everyone is watching you chase after them in your not so cute mom suit and so you vacillate between feeling self conscious and then terrified as your kid runs into the deep end while looking over their shoulder at you and disaster is narrowly avoided and you wonder how anyone has stayed alive this long.
Note how she almost walks into the pool halfway through.
About a month ago, Maia learned to go underwater.
I get it now.
The pool is super fun when you're not constantly worried your kid is going to die.
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Every summer I hear moms say how excited they are for summer and the pool.
And every summer I inwardly groan, because when you have two littles, pool time means chasing them around the pool because they can't swim and older kids aren't looking out for the little ones and your kids are soooo cute in their tiny, ruffled swim suits that everyone is watching you chase after them in your not so cute mom suit and so you vacillate between feeling self conscious and then terrified as your kid runs into the deep end while looking over their shoulder at you and disaster is narrowly avoided and you wonder how anyone has stayed alive this long.
Note how she almost walks into the pool halfway through.
About a month ago, Maia learned to go underwater.
I get it now.
The pool is super fun when you're not constantly worried your kid is going to die.
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Several weeks ago we found out that one of Aleks' compositions "Fireworks" had won the American Prize, which is kind of a big deal for us.
Last week the local newspaper ran an article on his prize.
It was a great article; you can read it here.
Our favorite quote is "Robert is a very technical player; he can do a lot of flashy and then really fast up."
Ha ha ha hahahahaha.
For those of you who aren't musicians, that's not a real thing, "fast up."
Haha!
The day after the article came out, Aleks went to the bike store for supplies, you know, since he's a triathlete.
While he was there, one of the employees looked at Aleks closely and said, "are you a composer?"
It's been fun to see Aleks get his five seconds of local celebrity this week!
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And I'm dreaming big and staying open, ready to accept whatever adventure/gift/challenge/opportunity is headed my way.
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