Dear Diary: January 1994
When I put out a line of bottles for the kids, they crawl or scoot (depending on their skill at mobility) over to the line and pick out their color of bottle. Sometimes, Charlie likes to distribute them. (He can get around the easiest. Pierce and Spencer are still just doing commando crawling on their bellies.) Charlie always takes the correct bottle to the corresponding baby. I love to watch him make sure everyone gets a bottle. He seems very pleased to be able to take care of everyone.
Dear Diary: March 1995 (fast forward a year)
We have used colors to identify what belongs to which baby. Now, they’re a little confused about what each color is called. If we want them to pick up something green, we have to say, “Get the Charlie ball” or for something yellow, “Bring me the Pierce sock.” So we are now putting the color name with the child’s name, hoping they will work it out. “Where is the Molly-red cup?” “Put down the Spencer-blue book.” It’s like a whole new set of Crayola colors.
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