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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Happy Easter lil Bunny!
Ohhhhhhh the Easter Bunny Came (a lil late, but he arrived nonetheless)
NO ~ i will not wear the bunny ears
Practicing my 'coy' look
ohhhhhhhhh ~ aren't i adorable
I didn't know there was a dress code.
With Mom & Dad in the 'pipe room' (makes mom giggle)
Ok ~ Really...I've had enough!
NO ~ i will not wear the bunny ears
Practicing my 'coy' look
ohhhhhhhhh ~ aren't i adorable
I didn't know there was a dress code.
With Mom & Dad in the 'pipe room' (makes mom giggle)
Ok ~ Really...I've had enough!
Monday, March 17, 2008
10 (thats T-E-N) Months
For starters…I love you ~ I love you ~ I love you!!!
This past month has been quite nice. No places to go nothing major to do. And Mommy’s new job is going well. (and by well, I mean fantastic ~ they are sooo nice! They think I’m smart, and helpful, and funny and its just great.)
Our rhythm of life is pretty much the same. You love love love to eat. A LOT! Since your still a boob baby we figured that you’d eat less table food…apparently we wrong.
Of course you love to play (I know, a shocker for a baby) But what I enjoy is how much I looooove to watch you play. At the end of the day after you’ve napped and had your second dinner you often take to wrestling with your daddy’s head. I often sit on the sofa like queen of the Nile and just smile at the riches that surround me.
You’ve also started to become a bit more of a nudy baby. (genetics perhaps) Last night I was attempting to change you into some sort of night time gear. Since you have this icky diaper rash from the sposies of daycare mommy’s likes to let you pee on the carpet for fun. OK~ perhaps she’s letting you bum air out as much as possible and just when she thinks your ok with snuggling on her lap ~ whoosh ~ you slliiide down from the sofa and take off for ‘Fort Dining room’. Along the way spotting a kitty toy you HAVE to have and somewhere along the way deciding that NOW is the time to go potty. Its great fun I tell you. Someday when you’re complaining because we don’t have the money to send you to Europe for the summer ~ I’m going to pull out this letter and the 80 carpet cleaning bills attached.
Peeing on the carpet aside ~ You are just too fun to watch. You are so proud of yourself for getting off the sofa ~ for walking to the tables ~ for bending over and picking up toys and bending back over without falling down (“yes Giuliane, Mommy’s watching you”) I wonder if the infatuation ever ends. Perhaps that’s why soccer is so popular or why parents subject themselves to swim meets and dance recitals. It’s the joy of watching you sublimely happy and unaware of anything around you that just makes Mom feel like the world is just right. But do you mind if your Daddy and I come with a picnic basket of yummy food and cocktails and sit away from the other parents???
Your loyal subject,
Mommy
This past month has been quite nice. No places to go nothing major to do. And Mommy’s new job is going well. (and by well, I mean fantastic ~ they are sooo nice! They think I’m smart, and helpful, and funny and its just great.)
Our rhythm of life is pretty much the same. You love love love to eat. A LOT! Since your still a boob baby we figured that you’d eat less table food…apparently we wrong.
Of course you love to play (I know, a shocker for a baby) But what I enjoy is how much I looooove to watch you play. At the end of the day after you’ve napped and had your second dinner you often take to wrestling with your daddy’s head. I often sit on the sofa like queen of the Nile and just smile at the riches that surround me.
You’ve also started to become a bit more of a nudy baby. (genetics perhaps) Last night I was attempting to change you into some sort of night time gear. Since you have this icky diaper rash from the sposies of daycare mommy’s likes to let you pee on the carpet for fun. OK~ perhaps she’s letting you bum air out as much as possible and just when she thinks your ok with snuggling on her lap ~ whoosh ~ you slliiide down from the sofa and take off for ‘Fort Dining room’. Along the way spotting a kitty toy you HAVE to have and somewhere along the way deciding that NOW is the time to go potty. Its great fun I tell you. Someday when you’re complaining because we don’t have the money to send you to Europe for the summer ~ I’m going to pull out this letter and the 80 carpet cleaning bills attached.
Peeing on the carpet aside ~ You are just too fun to watch. You are so proud of yourself for getting off the sofa ~ for walking to the tables ~ for bending over and picking up toys and bending back over without falling down (“yes Giuliane, Mommy’s watching you”) I wonder if the infatuation ever ends. Perhaps that’s why soccer is so popular or why parents subject themselves to swim meets and dance recitals. It’s the joy of watching you sublimely happy and unaware of anything around you that just makes Mom feel like the world is just right. But do you mind if your Daddy and I come with a picnic basket of yummy food and cocktails and sit away from the other parents???
Your loyal subject,
Mommy
Sunday, March 09, 2008
I want my MTV
Of course no one picked up the camera while this lil girl was really rockin ~ but... still pretty funny.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Sick days suuuuuuuck.
So I’ve had my first official mom-orientation. Last night out of proverbial blue ~ G got sick. (and I mean siiiiiiiiiiick)
Retrospectively, perhaps we should have known what was coming. She’s had a decent little cold for awhile, and some nasty coughing at night. Basically, the typical daycare crap as I’m told. However on Saturday night she introduced us to her new battle cry. Man-oh-man was she l-o-u-d. It had a shriek that we hadn’t heard since the afternoon we went to a nice restaurant and opted for the beer sampler ~ since really…what else did we have to do that afternoon (HA!) Anyhoo…it went on and on for-ev-er. I can’t really explain it, but I’m sure other parents will understand when I just say it was different. An ugly different and I didn’t like it.
The next day she was her typically great self. We hung around at home. Went to Thai restaurant where she had some great rice balls, chicken and a lil Tom Yum/Ka soup. WE FINALLY found a park where they had a at least 3-out-of-4 baby swing parts. Ironically we were also ‘trespassing’ on church property. Ahhh the irony of it all. Basically my point it ~ it was a great day. A normal great day. Night came and she went to sleep as normal and THEN…
As usual she woke up about 1am ~ again with this new battle cry thing (is it those top two teeth? But they’ve already pop’ed…) So I hug, snuggle and generally mom smother her in love to try and get her to calm down. Nothing works. Finally she zips it but what's that I smell ~ funk you say??? Yes m’dear. She’s booted on me. GROOOOSSSSSS. So I swapped shirts, snuggle in and we sleep again. 30 min later we’re up and at it again. Only this time – she managed to hit the sheets (and me again). Hey 4am is the PER-FECT time for a family tub. Funny thing is…her lil face is red and on fire and I stand her next to the tub to put in the stopper and turn on the water and she absolutely squeals in delight. Dude – kid – your sick…act like it damn it. I’m not getting any sleep – the least you could do is be all sad and sappy. So we hop in the tub, rinse off and dare I say play for a few??? Well at least long enough for Peter to change the sheets and de-funk-i-fy the bedroom. So all clean and snuggly with PJ’s #2 – we hop in for at least a fewww hours sleep. (1 hour goes by) WAIL WAIL WAIL !!! O-M-G kid, your killing me. Apparently Peter felt my pain as he got up with her to walk-n-rock her around. A few min later I heard that gross gurgle-y sound I now dread. “uhhhh Jenn!” Poor things booting all over Peter and the kitchen floor.
(Funny observation he holds her like a diseased leper with stiff arms out front and gently leaning forward so as to get everything out and on the floor…anything but on him. Mommy takes off her top for snuggly skin to skin contact and lets the lil babe puke all over her without a second thought. Isn’t that what baby wipes are for?)
Well long story short ~ she skipped daycare today and recuperated with PLENTY of napping and a lil retail therapy.
That’s my girl!
Retrospectively, perhaps we should have known what was coming. She’s had a decent little cold for awhile, and some nasty coughing at night. Basically, the typical daycare crap as I’m told. However on Saturday night she introduced us to her new battle cry. Man-oh-man was she l-o-u-d. It had a shriek that we hadn’t heard since the afternoon we went to a nice restaurant and opted for the beer sampler ~ since really…what else did we have to do that afternoon (HA!) Anyhoo…it went on and on for-ev-er. I can’t really explain it, but I’m sure other parents will understand when I just say it was different. An ugly different and I didn’t like it.
The next day she was her typically great self. We hung around at home. Went to Thai restaurant where she had some great rice balls, chicken and a lil Tom Yum/Ka soup. WE FINALLY found a park where they had a at least 3-out-of-4 baby swing parts. Ironically we were also ‘trespassing’ on church property. Ahhh the irony of it all. Basically my point it ~ it was a great day. A normal great day. Night came and she went to sleep as normal and THEN…
As usual she woke up about 1am ~ again with this new battle cry thing (is it those top two teeth? But they’ve already pop’ed…) So I hug, snuggle and generally mom smother her in love to try and get her to calm down. Nothing works. Finally she zips it but what's that I smell ~ funk you say??? Yes m’dear. She’s booted on me. GROOOOSSSSSS. So I swapped shirts, snuggle in and we sleep again. 30 min later we’re up and at it again. Only this time – she managed to hit the sheets (and me again). Hey 4am is the PER-FECT time for a family tub. Funny thing is…her lil face is red and on fire and I stand her next to the tub to put in the stopper and turn on the water and she absolutely squeals in delight. Dude – kid – your sick…act like it damn it. I’m not getting any sleep – the least you could do is be all sad and sappy. So we hop in the tub, rinse off and dare I say play for a few??? Well at least long enough for Peter to change the sheets and de-funk-i-fy the bedroom. So all clean and snuggly with PJ’s #2 – we hop in for at least a fewww hours sleep. (1 hour goes by) WAIL WAIL WAIL !!! O-M-G kid, your killing me. Apparently Peter felt my pain as he got up with her to walk-n-rock her around. A few min later I heard that gross gurgle-y sound I now dread. “uhhhh Jenn!” Poor things booting all over Peter and the kitchen floor.
(Funny observation he holds her like a diseased leper with stiff arms out front and gently leaning forward so as to get everything out and on the floor…anything but on him. Mommy takes off her top for snuggly skin to skin contact and lets the lil babe puke all over her without a second thought. Isn’t that what baby wipes are for?)
Well long story short ~ she skipped daycare today and recuperated with PLENTY of napping and a lil retail therapy.
That’s my girl!
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