Phia is becoming more and more aware of where her main source of nutrition comes from, and even when "they" are covered up, she is increasingly aware that "they" are still there. Today we were sitting in the floor playing when suddenly she raised my shirt and said so enthusiastically, "There you are!"
Tonight we were having some time together, just the two of us in the tub. We were laughing and playing and even doing some snuggling, which was nice because she seldom sits still long enough to really snuggle. As she was playing, she would suddenly notice her "meh" (milk) and stop long enough for a quick nurse. The funny part was that while she was nursing on one side, she'd glance over to the other side and see her other "meh" and quickly switch over to that side. While on the new side, she'd look over and notice the original "meh" and switch back. This went on and on, it was as if her "mehs" were taking turns taunting her! Finally, she settled for nursing from one side while holding on to the other so it couldn't escape.
The cherry on top of our evening together? As we are getting out of our warm, relaxing bath, Phia decided she didn't want the warm feeling to end. She snuggled in close to me, laid her head on my shoulder, and proceeded to pee all over us both.
Mommyhood. Nothing like it.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
and yep. i'm an idiot.
So girls, you know those days when everything comes together just right and you just feel cute? Yeah, well today was one of those days for me. I actually got to get ready with no children in the house so my hair was washed and straightened. My outfit was resembling something with style. I had make up on. Lipstick even and I never wear lipstick!
Fast forward to lunch time. As I was strutting across the McAllister's parking lot like a supermodel working the runway, I knew I was looking good! Right up until the time that I tripped over the curb. And not just any trip, oh no! It the kind of trip that is directly in front of a patio loaded with about a billion people eating their lunch. The spectacular kind of trip where you didn't even see the stupid curb so you didn't even slow down and your arms flail up above your head and you look like a complete moron... Yep. It was that kind of trip.
So much for looking' cute.
Fast forward to lunch time. As I was strutting across the McAllister's parking lot like a supermodel working the runway, I knew I was looking good! Right up until the time that I tripped over the curb. And not just any trip, oh no! It the kind of trip that is directly in front of a patio loaded with about a billion people eating their lunch. The spectacular kind of trip where you didn't even see the stupid curb so you didn't even slow down and your arms flail up above your head and you look like a complete moron... Yep. It was that kind of trip.
So much for looking' cute.
A whole lot about Little ol' You!
Sophia Kate
Age: 1
Height: 29in (50th percentile)
Weight: 19lbs. 3oz. (25th percentile)
Head Circumference: 45.2cm (50th percentile)
All about you:
You LOVE the bath. You would live in there if I'd let you. Whenever I need a break, the bath is the first place we go.
Since daddy works nights now, he sleeps late in the morning, you love to peek at him and wave to him sleeping. If I take my eyes off you for a second, you race in to wake him up by yelling DADA! and trying to climb up on the bed with him. But you are still mommy's girl.
You love to ride around in your pack while I do things around the house. You spend a lot of time in your wrap and/or your backpack. It keeps us both happy. You love swinging-we even bought you one for the back yard. You have learned to "brush my hair" with your little brush while I'm changing your diaper-its so cute! When I say "lizard" you stick out your tongue and wiggle it all around. You think its hilarious! *Anytime I get out the video camera, you stop doing all of your tricks.*
You love to eat!
Especially chicken, salmon, cauliflower, bread, and ANY fruit, but lately you are refusing to eat simply because you can. You like exercising your right to make choices. It is like a circus act trying to get you to eat-Zach sings and dances in the most obnoxious way he can think of, Bella jumps around, and if Daddy is home he pops out from behind the furniture. This is all going on at the same time. For real. All the while, I try to shove a spoonful of food in your mouth as fast as I can anytime you laugh. It makes me batty.
Waving at people is one of your favorite things to do; you are so friendly! You will let anyone hold you. You can say: Dada, Mama, Zach, hi!,uh-oh!, diaper, baby, Bella, water (sounds like gla-gla), Jonah (Gigi's cat), milk (meh) and all done. *disclaimer: you can say all of these words but you don't. you won't. ever. You just say varying forms of dada for everything.
You adore animals, and can even make lots of their sounds! You can bark like a dog, growl like a lion, trumpet like an elephant, and ooh-ohh-ah-ah like a monkey! (*dog and monkey are both pretty much the same squeaking sound, but it's adorable and you are brilliant.) You sign "more", "eat", "please", and "milk" (all the time! and say "MEH!").
You love looking at books, especially your big book of animals.
Brother and sister are two of your most favorite people.
You really love dancing while Brother plays guitar, and playing chase with Roo. You love playing peek-a-boo with you favorite monkey blanket. You always have your blanket with you! You call it your "meh-meh". When we give it to you, you snuggle up with it so sweetly, like you're hugging a long lost friend.
You love looking at pictures of your family. You point at anything and everything you want, but you especially love pointing to the front door-that means you want to go outside for a stroller (you ADORE your stroller!!) or wagon ride. You would never, ever come inside if I didn't make you.
Up until very recently, you didn't want to play in the grass, but you have discovered how fun it is to crawl in and don't mind it so much now.
You love wearing sunglasses!
You love the vacuum now! You just laugh and laugh when I get it out.
You are an insane climber!! You try to climb on EVERYTHING, which gives me a heart attack pretty much every day, but I do my best to put my fears aside and just be near in case you slip. If I could make you wear a helmet all the time I'd feel much better.
You don't say bye-bye, but instead blow kisses. Complete with "muah!" at the end. I love pretending to leave just to see you do this. You love to be scared. People jumping out from behind things and yelling BOO! is the funniest thing to you! You smile so very much! You really are such a happy baby. But we do see this face quite a bit too:
Lastly, and one of my most favorite things your are doing right now is making this face:
a lot.
It can mean surprise or shock, but most of the time you just randomly bust it out because you have figured out that it make us laugh. You like to make everybody laugh. Just like your big sister.
Age: 1
Height: 29in (50th percentile)
Weight: 19lbs. 3oz. (25th percentile)
Head Circumference: 45.2cm (50th percentile)
All about you:
You LOVE the bath. You would live in there if I'd let you. Whenever I need a break, the bath is the first place we go.
You love to eat!
Especially chicken, salmon, cauliflower, bread, and ANY fruit, but lately you are refusing to eat simply because you can. You like exercising your right to make choices. It is like a circus act trying to get you to eat-Zach sings and dances in the most obnoxious way he can think of, Bella jumps around, and if Daddy is home he pops out from behind the furniture. This is all going on at the same time. For real. All the while, I try to shove a spoonful of food in your mouth as fast as I can anytime you laugh. It makes me batty.
Waving at people is one of your favorite things to do; you are so friendly! You will let anyone hold you. You can say: Dada, Mama, Zach, hi!,uh-oh!, diaper, baby, Bella, water (sounds like gla-gla), Jonah (Gigi's cat), milk (meh) and all done. *disclaimer: you can say all of these words but you don't. you won't. ever. You just say varying forms of dada for everything.
You adore animals, and can even make lots of their sounds! You can bark like a dog, growl like a lion, trumpet like an elephant, and ooh-ohh-ah-ah like a monkey! (*dog and monkey are both pretty much the same squeaking sound, but it's adorable and you are brilliant.) You sign "more", "eat", "please", and "milk" (all the time! and say "MEH!").
You love looking at books, especially your big book of animals.
You really love dancing while Brother plays guitar, and playing chase with Roo. You love playing peek-a-boo with you favorite monkey blanket. You always have your blanket with you! You call it your "meh-meh". When we give it to you, you snuggle up with it so sweetly, like you're hugging a long lost friend.
You love looking at pictures of your family. You point at anything and everything you want, but you especially love pointing to the front door-that means you want to go outside for a stroller (you ADORE your stroller!!) or wagon ride. You would never, ever come inside if I didn't make you.
Up until very recently, you didn't want to play in the grass, but you have discovered how fun it is to crawl in and don't mind it so much now.
It doesn't taste so good though!
You love wearing sunglasses!
You love the vacuum now! You just laugh and laugh when I get it out.
You are an insane climber!! You try to climb on EVERYTHING, which gives me a heart attack pretty much every day, but I do my best to put my fears aside and just be near in case you slip. If I could make you wear a helmet all the time I'd feel much better.
You don't say bye-bye, but instead blow kisses. Complete with "muah!" at the end. I love pretending to leave just to see you do this. You love to be scared. People jumping out from behind things and yelling BOO! is the funniest thing to you! You smile so very much! You really are such a happy baby. But we do see this face quite a bit too:
Lastly, and one of my most favorite things your are doing right now is making this face:
a lot.
It can mean surprise or shock, but most of the time you just randomly bust it out because you have figured out that it make us laugh. You like to make everybody laugh. Just like your big sister.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
It was a big big day.
Roo-
you had such a big day yesterday! Not one, but TWO very important things happened. . .
1. You found your first 4-leaf clover! You might as well have found a unicorn or a leprechaun. I love the way you get so excited over the smallest things. You make my heart so happy.
you had such a big day yesterday! Not one, but TWO very important things happened. . .
1. You found your first 4-leaf clover! You might as well have found a unicorn or a leprechaun. I love the way you get so excited over the smallest things. You make my heart so happy.
2. You solved your very first Wheel of Fortune puzzle all by yourself, with absolutely no help from anyone! It was "Get to the point". It looked like this:
G_T T_ TH_ _ _INT
You were so excited and so very proud of yourself! I was so proud of you too! You are growing up so fast little girl! Slow down and wait for Mommy ok?
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Baptism and it's impending doom!!!
Guest post by Prince Daddy.
Little Roo was in the Easter spirit and of course we wanted to make sure that she didn't just think that Easter was all about bunnies and candy, well at least not mostly, so we made sure that she knew the TRUE reason we celebrated Easter. So she had been doing many crafts about Jesus and his sacrifice for us. By the way Jesus, Thank you for the sacrifice. ;) Bella came to me while I was getting ready for work and was asking me about some pictures that she had glued to a cross, they were images about the Sermon on the Mount, Palm Sunday, the crucifixion (child friendly version of course), the resurrection, and the reason for this post... the Baptism!!! She said "Daddy, what is Baptism?" OK, great I love to share with my kids when they show interest in important things because they are much more likely to remember them! Well baby, Baptism, when you're young, is when your parents give you to Jesus, so he can take care of you and watch over you so one day you can be with Him in Heaven. We take you to church and they either put you in water or they just sprinkle some on your head and say "We baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirt" and then you belong to Jesus. So then I told her that we were going to let our new church baptize her, Wacky, and Little little. At this point she said in a panicked voice "WHEN?!?!" I said probably pretty soon and I went about my getting ready. When I looked back over at Bella, she was standing there sullen and eyes filled with tears. I said baby what's wrong? She said "your going to let them kill me and send me to Heaven and I don't want to go now!!!!" At this point I tucked the urge to fall in the floor laughing uncontrollabley away in the back of my brain and I took on the role of comforting father. I assured her that the church was not going to kill her. They haven't done that for hundreds of years!
Little Roo was in the Easter spirit and of course we wanted to make sure that she didn't just think that Easter was all about bunnies and candy, well at least not mostly, so we made sure that she knew the TRUE reason we celebrated Easter. So she had been doing many crafts about Jesus and his sacrifice for us. By the way Jesus, Thank you for the sacrifice. ;) Bella came to me while I was getting ready for work and was asking me about some pictures that she had glued to a cross, they were images about the Sermon on the Mount, Palm Sunday, the crucifixion (child friendly version of course), the resurrection, and the reason for this post... the Baptism!!! She said "Daddy, what is Baptism?" OK, great I love to share with my kids when they show interest in important things because they are much more likely to remember them! Well baby, Baptism, when you're young, is when your parents give you to Jesus, so he can take care of you and watch over you so one day you can be with Him in Heaven. We take you to church and they either put you in water or they just sprinkle some on your head and say "We baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirt" and then you belong to Jesus. So then I told her that we were going to let our new church baptize her, Wacky, and Little little. At this point she said in a panicked voice "WHEN?!?!" I said probably pretty soon and I went about my getting ready. When I looked back over at Bella, she was standing there sullen and eyes filled with tears. I said baby what's wrong? She said "your going to let them kill me and send me to Heaven and I don't want to go now!!!!" At this point I tucked the urge to fall in the floor laughing uncontrollabley away in the back of my brain and I took on the role of comforting father. I assured her that the church was not going to kill her. They haven't done that for hundreds of years!
Happy Easter to me.
So this post has taken me a couple of days to write because I needed those days to cool off and count to something like a BILLION before I attempted to write anything.
So, Sunday was Easter. To many Christians, the single most important day EVER. It's important to be in church that day. However, I may not ever be in church on Easter again. Here's why:
Sunday morning we wake up, do the bunny/basket thing, dress in our pretty new clothes (thanks Nana!), and head off to hear the wonderful message we know our Pastor has prepared for us. About halfway there, we remember that there will be no nursery. Did you catch that?? NO NURSERY. (and in case you forgot, we have Sophia Kate-no further explanation needed.) I'm in a mild panic until we get to church and I notice that there are 5 other babies. HOORAY! I will not have the only child talking/yelling/screaming/climbing/crawling and generally being super disruptive! Thank you Jesus for this Easter blessing. I even laughed and joked with a couple of the other mommies about how we were all in this together.
And then I thought I heard Jesus laugh a little.
She lasted about 15 minutes. Our church is two hours. Then the talking/yelling/screaming/climbing/crawling and generally being super disruptive began. First she wanted out of my lap. No big deal. Then she wanted back in. Ok. Then she wanted to "sing" while we prayed. Alright. Then she wanted to crawl around a little in the main aisle. No sweat. Then she wanted to crawl really far away while yelling at the top of her lungs. And that's when the real fun began. When I attempted to at least look like I wasn't being a horrible mom while my little terrorist disrupted the entire service, the screaming and violently throwing her body around began. Super.
So, as I quickly tried to exit the sanctuary with my wailing, flailing beast, I did a quick crowd scan. I was hoping to make myself feel better by seeing all the other the mommies looking totally defeated, while their tiny monsters ruined church like mine was. *It's horrible to wish that I know. But if you are seriously judging me right now, you clearly do no have children OR you have never taken an "active" child into a church service.
For the record, I did not see what I was hoping for. Nope. Not even close. It was so much worse.
As I am practically sprinting out of the room with my heathen, all I see are the other mommies peacefully absorbing God's word. Looking blissful and relaxed. Where were their children you ask? Get ready, this is the best part of the whole story. EVERY SINGLE OTHER BABY WAS SLEEPING. It makes me angry all over again just typing that. Yep, sleeping. Some were dreaming in mommy's arms, others in the arms of their adoring grandparents. But every. single. last one of them was out cold. As I paced around alone in the foyer with my not-sleeping angel, I got so frustrated and angry that I thought my head seriously might explode. I'm trying so hard to accept my fate as the mommy of a wild and crazy little girl. And most days, I really do love it. It's hard, but fun. This day, I was not feeling so warm and fuzzy about my role.
Just as I was about to swan dive into the pool of insanity, the sanctuary doors opened, light shone brightly, angels sang, and out walked Jesus in the form of my husband. "Would you like me to take her?" he asked. I'm pretty sure you can figure out my response.
I spent the last half of the service trying to calm my nerves. And truth be told, fighting away mean thoughts about all the other lucky mommies and the sweet sleeping cherubs in their laps. Most of my worst thoughts vanished though when the service was over. As I walked through the doors to leave, Sophie saw me and did the thing I love most. She smiled. With her whole face, scrunchy nose smile. And I loved her again.
I can't say I got much out of our Easter service, but I was there. Which is more than I can say for last year.
Next year, I am volunteering to be in the nursery on Easter. It may just be Sophia and me, but who knows, I may be saving the sanity of another mommy of a wild child.
*Nana, I am sorry. There are no pictures of the children in their Easter clothes. They were lucky to be alive at that point, and all I wanted to do was get home and away from every body. Believe me when I tell you they looked BEAUTIFUL. I will redress them soon and force them to let me take some though. Sorry again!
**Honey, I love you. You save me in the worst moments and I am forever grateful.
***Wacky and Roo, thank you for being such amazingly well behaved children. Don't think it goes unnoticed.
****Phia Kate, you will be the death of me child. But I love you with every fiber of my wilting body.
So, Sunday was Easter. To many Christians, the single most important day EVER. It's important to be in church that day. However, I may not ever be in church on Easter again. Here's why:
Sunday morning we wake up, do the bunny/basket thing, dress in our pretty new clothes (thanks Nana!), and head off to hear the wonderful message we know our Pastor has prepared for us. About halfway there, we remember that there will be no nursery. Did you catch that?? NO NURSERY. (and in case you forgot, we have Sophia Kate-no further explanation needed.) I'm in a mild panic until we get to church and I notice that there are 5 other babies. HOORAY! I will not have the only child talking/yelling/screaming/climbing/crawling and generally being super disruptive! Thank you Jesus for this Easter blessing. I even laughed and joked with a couple of the other mommies about how we were all in this together.
And then I thought I heard Jesus laugh a little.
She lasted about 15 minutes. Our church is two hours. Then the talking/yelling/screaming/climbing/crawling and generally being super disruptive began. First she wanted out of my lap. No big deal. Then she wanted back in. Ok. Then she wanted to "sing" while we prayed. Alright. Then she wanted to crawl around a little in the main aisle. No sweat. Then she wanted to crawl really far away while yelling at the top of her lungs. And that's when the real fun began. When I attempted to at least look like I wasn't being a horrible mom while my little terrorist disrupted the entire service, the screaming and violently throwing her body around began. Super.
So, as I quickly tried to exit the sanctuary with my wailing, flailing beast, I did a quick crowd scan. I was hoping to make myself feel better by seeing all the other the mommies looking totally defeated, while their tiny monsters ruined church like mine was. *It's horrible to wish that I know. But if you are seriously judging me right now, you clearly do no have children OR you have never taken an "active" child into a church service.
For the record, I did not see what I was hoping for. Nope. Not even close. It was so much worse.
As I am practically sprinting out of the room with my heathen, all I see are the other mommies peacefully absorbing God's word. Looking blissful and relaxed. Where were their children you ask? Get ready, this is the best part of the whole story. EVERY SINGLE OTHER BABY WAS SLEEPING. It makes me angry all over again just typing that. Yep, sleeping. Some were dreaming in mommy's arms, others in the arms of their adoring grandparents. But every. single. last one of them was out cold. As I paced around alone in the foyer with my not-sleeping angel, I got so frustrated and angry that I thought my head seriously might explode. I'm trying so hard to accept my fate as the mommy of a wild and crazy little girl. And most days, I really do love it. It's hard, but fun. This day, I was not feeling so warm and fuzzy about my role.
Just as I was about to swan dive into the pool of insanity, the sanctuary doors opened, light shone brightly, angels sang, and out walked Jesus in the form of my husband. "Would you like me to take her?" he asked. I'm pretty sure you can figure out my response.
I spent the last half of the service trying to calm my nerves. And truth be told, fighting away mean thoughts about all the other lucky mommies and the sweet sleeping cherubs in their laps. Most of my worst thoughts vanished though when the service was over. As I walked through the doors to leave, Sophie saw me and did the thing I love most. She smiled. With her whole face, scrunchy nose smile. And I loved her again.
I can't say I got much out of our Easter service, but I was there. Which is more than I can say for last year.
Next year, I am volunteering to be in the nursery on Easter. It may just be Sophia and me, but who knows, I may be saving the sanity of another mommy of a wild child.
*Nana, I am sorry. There are no pictures of the children in their Easter clothes. They were lucky to be alive at that point, and all I wanted to do was get home and away from every body. Believe me when I tell you they looked BEAUTIFUL. I will redress them soon and force them to let me take some though. Sorry again!
**Honey, I love you. You save me in the worst moments and I am forever grateful.
***Wacky and Roo, thank you for being such amazingly well behaved children. Don't think it goes unnoticed.
****Phia Kate, you will be the death of me child. But I love you with every fiber of my wilting body.
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