July 3, 1986

Tata & Anni, as they called each other. Tata loved to perch on counters - and pianos.
Tata & Anni, as they called each other. Tata loved to perch on counters – and pianos.

This is one of those entries in which nothing significant happens – but I’m so glad I wrote it down! Thirty-five years later, these are the entries I love to discover – and I do mean discover – because I have no conscious memory of any of it.

Sharing a stroller.... or a horse
Sharing a stroller or a horse

Far too many of my diary entries describe phone calls I made or received, the writing I did or didn’t accomplish, the bill from a run to the Price Club (Costco), my weight and what I ate that I wish I hadn’t – all of it meaningless now. Instead, I should have documented those precious, fleeting moments with my children.

Tata insists on driving the car Anni got for his birthday or a bath in the kitchen sink - note Anni's one-arm salute.
Tata insists on driving the car Anni got for his birthday or a bath in the kitchen sink – note Anni’s one-arm salute.

It all went by so quickly. Sure, I’ve got pictures – lots of them. They illustrate exactly what 2-almost-3-year-old Tata and one-year-old Anni looked like, but they’re only glimpses, frozen in time.  The funny things they said and did, the emergence of their unique personalities, the way the two of them interacted – unless I wrote it down, all of that is lost forever. Videos could have preserved some of it, but home movies in 1986 were beyond my area of expertise – and my budget.

This should've been a video!
This should’ve been a video!

Anni  tried to copy Tata, even when he hadn’t a clue what she was doing. She’d place one hand on her back, one on her tummy,  and bow deeply to each corner of the room.  Where did that come from?  Tata copied Anni too, notably by joining what would become his signature arm-in-the-air salute (two-arms, for extra emphasis).

Tata & Anni both salute
Tata & Anni both salute
Tata doubles down on the salute.
Tata doubles down on the salute.

Still, even in infancy, distinct differences between their two personalities emerged. Tata mobbed  her crib with plush animals. Anni methodically tossed every one of them out. Tata fearlessly jammed her mouth with marbles, pennies, anything handy and lethal. Nothing entered Anni’s mouth without scrutiny and informed consent. Tears streamed down his cheeks when I made him taste chicken.

Tata's idea of the height of hilarity.
Tata’s idea of the height of hilarity.
Anni learned to carry his bottle between his lips as Tata usually did (to keep her hands free)
Anni learned to carry his bottle between his lips as Tata usually did (to keep her hands free)

I thought these day-to-day moments weren’t important. I thought I’d remember them all. How could I be so wrong? Thank God for the times I wrote these things down.

Tata was once a full head taller than Anni. Not anymore. It ticks her off.
Tata was once a full head taller than Anni. Not anymore. It ticks her off.
They've still got a special connection. They always will.
They’ve still got a special connection. They always will.