Category Archives: Letters to Yoshi and Zuzu

We all are tall.

Dear Yoshi and Zuzu,


If you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re tall. I’m tall. Daddy’s really tall. You girls are tall. We all are tall.

Looking at Giraffes with Friends
Yoshi is only 3 months older than her friend in the middle and 7 months older than her pal on the right.

You’re beautiful the way you are, but I understand what it’s like to be a tall kid. Until about the 7th grade, I was always the tallest kid in class. I feel your pain.

    For all the pants that are just a little too short, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the shirts that are just a little too short, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the uncomfortable knees pushed into the backs of seats, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the cute boys that are shorter than you, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the high heels that make you even taller, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the comments from strangers saying you should play basketball, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the people who tell you how tall you are like you don’t already know, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the cute shoes not available in your size, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the shorts that don’t meet the dress code, Daughters I am sorry.

    For all the future shopping trips where you bicker incessantly with your mom, Daughters I am sorry.

Zuzu, I think you may end up taller than Yoshi. Right now, you are super long and lean. We are already having trouble with your clothes pulling a bit, and yesterday we realized your swaddle blanket is too short, but too big on top. It’s the largest size they make so we switched brands. The other brand has one that’s long enough but it’s WAY too big on top. We tried a couple work-arounds, but they didn’t work out.

photo.JPG Swaddling fail

Fortunately, it will all work out in the end. When you hit middle school, all the boys will grow taller. When you hit adulthood, no one cares anymore. Short people will tell you how jealous they are of you then.

Enjoy your view from above!



You’re killing me, Smalls!

Dear Lovely Children,

As you probably have figured out by now, I have control issues. It seems to run in my family; so you probably do too. Sorry about that. This week (well and last week too), I have lost all control. You two girls are giving me a run for my money.


Zuzu, you have been crying all the time. All. The. Time. You have been waking up extra at night as well. Normally, I can put you back on the breast for comfort and that will calm you down, but that hasn’t been working. The only thing that always works is to put you in the moby wrap and walk around the house. I thought maybe you weren’t getting enough to eat, so I put you on the scale. I usually weigh you once a week to see if you are gaining enough weight with breastfeeding (See? Control issues). Well, it turns out you ARE getting plenty to eat, and you are going through a growth spurt! I should have guessed that from the waking up extra plus I have been unbelievably starving the last few days. You gained 5.5 ounces in 3 days. I was so happy to have an explanation, and this diagnosis gives me hope for an end to the madness. You do look way bigger now. You are turning into a squishy baby instead of a scrawny purple newborn. You are still giving me lots of smiles despite all the fussing, especially in the middle of the night. I hope you stop crying so much soon, for both of our sakes! In other news, you fell off the couch yesterday. Oops.


Yoshi, you can be very demanding. When you want something, you want it “RIGHT NOW!” The other day after coming home from the park, you started spewing forth a chain of commands. As soon as we pulled into the driveway coming home, this is what I heard: “take off my shoes, please. leave my socks on. change my diaper, please. me “wanta-needa” wipes. me “wanta-needa” desitin. where’d my daddy go, mom? you want to change my diaper, mom. I want ice in my water. my nose is itch. me “wanta-needa” tissue. you want to get baby zoey out of her seat. turn the light on, mom.” All that repeatedly before I even had a chance to do one of those things. “Just a minute” and “be patient” don’t mean anything to you right now! 🙂 At least you say please (even if it is followed immediately by “RIGHT NOW”! You are also being potty trained this week, but I’m saving that for another letter.

I am supposed to take the two of you on a 7-hour road trip on Saturday for a weeklong visit to both sets of grandparents, your aunts, uncles, and cousins, and your great-grandma. I’m considering canceling and staying home. It may be too much to handle right now! You two are clearly in control.

I love you,