Sweet baby! Hello! You are napping in your crib right now. Thank you!
As promised, we bought you a sandbox last weekend. Then the next day our neighbor sold us his swing set for $10. What a steal! It came with an attached plastic slide, which I thought you hated... but you love it! I hold you steady and you swoosh down the slide again and again. You even try to launch yourself down the slide. This is great! Maybe next time we go to the park you will finally enjoy the slides.
We have more news. You've been seen eating veggies multiple times now. What has gotten into you, child? You stuffed your mouth with green beans last night. You did it! You are also willing to eat carrot. Dad and I are simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief. We didn't want you to be a child who only eats cheese and crackers.
Today I asked you to bring me your truck, and you did. It was heavy for you and hard for you to carry, but you lifted it high and gave it to me. Yesterday Daddy asked you to bring him one of your new toy balls, and you did. You really know what we are talking about! Certain topics around the house may have to change. :)
N-A-P-T-I-M-E is still a dirty word.
XOXOXO, my love!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
What's going on?
Doodle,
Something is afoot. Only you know what it is, and you're not saying.
You began sleeping through the night a few weeks ago after we let you cry it out. You did not like that, but you quickly caught on to the joy of sleeping for long, consecutive hours. And thank you for that. As your loving mother, I found the experience devastating. You were far more resilient.
Then you got fussy about a week later. Perhaps it was teething, but you were still fussy when your grandma from up north came to visit. She was here from May 29 - June 3. You were cantankerous. Toward the end of her visit, you also decided to stop sleeping in your crib for naps. You had major meltdowns (I think it made you panicky) and would not sleep a wink. Since then, all naps have been taken on Mom's lap. I try every day to place you in your crib for your afternoon nap, but you cannot handle it.
Your dad and I think you are having separation anxiety, triggered by your crib. That is the last place in this house that you want to be.
So Mom's not getting much done around here.
We appreciate that you are still willing to sleep in your crib for most of the night. You have been successful in worming your way into our bed three times since Grandma left, though.
In other news, you are getting around the house in record speed. You walk very well! You like to walk laps between the kitchen, dining room and living room. (Funny, that's just what I used to have to do to get you to go to sleep!) You push trucks, trains and other toys around that circle, too.
You've also conquered shoes. You used to hate them and scream if we put any such thing on your feet. Now you understand that wearing shoes means you're going outside. You love outside! So you let me strap on your sandals or tug on your shoes whenever I want. Thank you.
Outside, your favorite thing is dirt. The more, the better. The dirtier, the better. Add water to make mud? The best! Daddy and I are planning to get you a sandbox this weekend. We don't have a truck, so we are having your friend's dad help us.
You also love to play with balls. You say "ba! ba! ba!" when you see a ball. You've said a few other things, too. You say "boh boh" for book. (You love books!) You've said "giddy" three times for kitty. And today, when I told you no, you responded with "noooo". Of course, you also say "mama" too. Usually you say that when you are complaining and want me to fix something (like take you out of your crib!).
Today I handed you a package of cheese from the fridge and asked you to take it to Daddy, who was sitting at the table. You trotted that cheese right to Daddy and handed it to him. Wow! We were both impressed. I didn't know you could understand so well, considering you still like to turn on and off the TV and printer, and you still tug on Howie... even after being told not to.
Lastly, you turned 15 months old today. Here are your stats: You are 30 inches long and you weigh 21.5 pounds. That puts you in the 14th percentile for height and the 10th percentile for weight. You have five teeth, and two bulges where more teeth are getting ready.
So that's what's going on.
We love you, darling. You can take your naps on me again tomorrow, but starting next week, let's get back in the crib, OK?
XOXOXO
Something is afoot. Only you know what it is, and you're not saying.
You began sleeping through the night a few weeks ago after we let you cry it out. You did not like that, but you quickly caught on to the joy of sleeping for long, consecutive hours. And thank you for that. As your loving mother, I found the experience devastating. You were far more resilient.
Then you got fussy about a week later. Perhaps it was teething, but you were still fussy when your grandma from up north came to visit. She was here from May 29 - June 3. You were cantankerous. Toward the end of her visit, you also decided to stop sleeping in your crib for naps. You had major meltdowns (I think it made you panicky) and would not sleep a wink. Since then, all naps have been taken on Mom's lap. I try every day to place you in your crib for your afternoon nap, but you cannot handle it.
Your dad and I think you are having separation anxiety, triggered by your crib. That is the last place in this house that you want to be.
So Mom's not getting much done around here.
We appreciate that you are still willing to sleep in your crib for most of the night. You have been successful in worming your way into our bed three times since Grandma left, though.
In other news, you are getting around the house in record speed. You walk very well! You like to walk laps between the kitchen, dining room and living room. (Funny, that's just what I used to have to do to get you to go to sleep!) You push trucks, trains and other toys around that circle, too.
You've also conquered shoes. You used to hate them and scream if we put any such thing on your feet. Now you understand that wearing shoes means you're going outside. You love outside! So you let me strap on your sandals or tug on your shoes whenever I want. Thank you.
Outside, your favorite thing is dirt. The more, the better. The dirtier, the better. Add water to make mud? The best! Daddy and I are planning to get you a sandbox this weekend. We don't have a truck, so we are having your friend's dad help us.
You also love to play with balls. You say "ba! ba! ba!" when you see a ball. You've said a few other things, too. You say "boh boh" for book. (You love books!) You've said "giddy" three times for kitty. And today, when I told you no, you responded with "noooo". Of course, you also say "mama" too. Usually you say that when you are complaining and want me to fix something (like take you out of your crib!).
Today I handed you a package of cheese from the fridge and asked you to take it to Daddy, who was sitting at the table. You trotted that cheese right to Daddy and handed it to him. Wow! We were both impressed. I didn't know you could understand so well, considering you still like to turn on and off the TV and printer, and you still tug on Howie... even after being told not to.
Lastly, you turned 15 months old today. Here are your stats: You are 30 inches long and you weigh 21.5 pounds. That puts you in the 14th percentile for height and the 10th percentile for weight. You have five teeth, and two bulges where more teeth are getting ready.
So that's what's going on.
We love you, darling. You can take your naps on me again tomorrow, but starting next week, let's get back in the crib, OK?
XOXOXO
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
To sleep, perchance to dream
It's time to sleep, darling. All through the night with no wake ups. Can't you tell that's what time it is?
We've had ups and downs with you in terms of sleep. We were on an up before we went to the Feast in 2011. Then we went south for Thanksgiving and out west over Christmas. It did a real number on your sleeping. You went from waking up once per night to three or four times.
It was just getting back to a somewhat pleasant single waking per night when we let you get overtired one Sabbath three weeks ago. That night you woke up five times. The next night you woke up four times. The following night, and for many nights in a row, three times. Finally, finally last Thursday you gave us a single wake-up night. You repeated it the next night, and one other night since.
But then came last night. You basically skipped your afternoon nap and your dad and I had a bad feeling about that. You went to bed early, and got up four times. Your last wake-up was at 4:30, and I couldn't get you back to sleep after rocking you for a whole hour.
I was frustrated. Daddy was frustrated. Daddy brought you downstairs and stayed with you until 7:30, when momma got you back to sleep. It's been a day, I tell you.
We are going to give it some thought and do some research, and things are going to change. We hope. Because there are three people in this house (that includes you) who need to sleep through the night.
We love you. Remember that, always.
We've had ups and downs with you in terms of sleep. We were on an up before we went to the Feast in 2011. Then we went south for Thanksgiving and out west over Christmas. It did a real number on your sleeping. You went from waking up once per night to three or four times.
It was just getting back to a somewhat pleasant single waking per night when we let you get overtired one Sabbath three weeks ago. That night you woke up five times. The next night you woke up four times. The following night, and for many nights in a row, three times. Finally, finally last Thursday you gave us a single wake-up night. You repeated it the next night, and one other night since.
But then came last night. You basically skipped your afternoon nap and your dad and I had a bad feeling about that. You went to bed early, and got up four times. Your last wake-up was at 4:30, and I couldn't get you back to sleep after rocking you for a whole hour.
I was frustrated. Daddy was frustrated. Daddy brought you downstairs and stayed with you until 7:30, when momma got you back to sleep. It's been a day, I tell you.
We are going to give it some thought and do some research, and things are going to change. We hope. Because there are three people in this house (that includes you) who need to sleep through the night.
We love you. Remember that, always.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day 2012
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| Me and you |
Sweet baby.
It's Mother's Day. I'm not sure what the world wants for mothers on Mother's Day, but I know what it means to me. It's a day - but not the only day - for counting blessings. I became a mother when I had you, and you are a perfect gift. I don't want a day at the spa, or a pedicure, or a nap by the pool. I want to pet your soft tummy, give you sips of my water, read books to you, and hold you close.
When you lean your head against me, I feel perfectly happy. When I hear you talk or even breathe, I'm sure there's never been a sweeter sound in the world. You are like music in my soul.
Sometimes I am convinced that my heart beats because your heart beats.
Thank you for Mother's Day, my love.
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| HA! |
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Everything is a telephone
You know, you're really, really cute.
Right now, you pretend everything is a telephone. Just a moment ago, you held a bag of Hall's Honey Lemon cough drops up to your ear and "talked" into them. It sounded like "Eee eh eh ah ahh!" Then you replaced the cough drops with your flat, empty hand. Apparently that works just as well. Earlier, you used a car and the remote control as a phone. You also play telephone with my real cell phone (I trust you not to put it into your mouth now), and I'm pretty sure you're calling grandma.
Cutest thing I have EVER seen. That's you.
Right now, you pretend everything is a telephone. Just a moment ago, you held a bag of Hall's Honey Lemon cough drops up to your ear and "talked" into them. It sounded like "Eee eh eh ah ahh!" Then you replaced the cough drops with your flat, empty hand. Apparently that works just as well. Earlier, you used a car and the remote control as a phone. You also play telephone with my real cell phone (I trust you not to put it into your mouth now), and I'm pretty sure you're calling grandma.
Cutest thing I have EVER seen. That's you.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
My big boy
Ah, sweetheart. You are growing up so fast. You are hurtling toward age two. It makes me emotional. I absolutely love my big boy, but I'm so amazed by you.
Not very long ago, you were a tiny, squalling little guy who just wanted to eat, sleep and be held. Now you are walking around (or running, if you have something to hang on to), eating solid foods, requesting I read books to you, and expanding your mind every day. You love to open and close doors. You get a thrill out of shredding paper and stuffing it into boxes. You like to swirl the curtains around yourself and hide. You love your baseball and carry it around. You squeak when you see cats. You like garlic. You hold my cell phone to your ear properly and talk.
It's so fun to watch you. It's even more fun to play with you. And one of the very best things - you like to climb into my lap every five minutes or so for a hug and kiss. You love me! It's the sweetest thing in the world.
We took you down south last weekend to visit family. You rode in your new car seat like a trooper. You hardly fussed. You didn't nap at all on the way down, probably because you could see everything! You love that. At Grandma and Grandpa's, you didn't sleep well at night. Both nights you got up and Daddy took you to the living room. After a while he passed you to Gammie and she played and cuddled with you. The first time, she slept next to you on the couch for 2.5 hours. I can't even try to guess how much she loved that.
We took you to church, where you were very celebrated. You got the mother's room all to yourself. You thought that was awesome! And the next day we took you to a picnic, where you outshined even the tastiest of treats. People just wanted to look at you, hold you, and take your picture. You still thought the tall men with facial hair were very scary. Sorry about that.
I love you, darling. As we get close to my second Mother's Day, I can't help but think how much I love you and how thankful I am for you. It will be a happy Mother's Day, indeed.
XOXOXO, Momma
Not very long ago, you were a tiny, squalling little guy who just wanted to eat, sleep and be held. Now you are walking around (or running, if you have something to hang on to), eating solid foods, requesting I read books to you, and expanding your mind every day. You love to open and close doors. You get a thrill out of shredding paper and stuffing it into boxes. You like to swirl the curtains around yourself and hide. You love your baseball and carry it around. You squeak when you see cats. You like garlic. You hold my cell phone to your ear properly and talk.
It's so fun to watch you. It's even more fun to play with you. And one of the very best things - you like to climb into my lap every five minutes or so for a hug and kiss. You love me! It's the sweetest thing in the world.
We took you down south last weekend to visit family. You rode in your new car seat like a trooper. You hardly fussed. You didn't nap at all on the way down, probably because you could see everything! You love that. At Grandma and Grandpa's, you didn't sleep well at night. Both nights you got up and Daddy took you to the living room. After a while he passed you to Gammie and she played and cuddled with you. The first time, she slept next to you on the couch for 2.5 hours. I can't even try to guess how much she loved that.
We took you to church, where you were very celebrated. You got the mother's room all to yourself. You thought that was awesome! And the next day we took you to a picnic, where you outshined even the tastiest of treats. People just wanted to look at you, hold you, and take your picture. You still thought the tall men with facial hair were very scary. Sorry about that.
I love you, darling. As we get close to my second Mother's Day, I can't help but think how much I love you and how thankful I am for you. It will be a happy Mother's Day, indeed.
XOXOXO, Momma
Thursday, May 3, 2012
What's cookin', Fussingpants?
You slept in today. That is a rarity. Normally you chime in at 7 a.m. and start the day for us. But you took the morning off today; thank you!
When I came in to get you at 8:45, you had pooped in your diaper. I found pieces of crayon in it. Yes, crayon.
Yesterday we went to the grocery store and they were having an anniversary celebration. The cashier said you could have a tiny packet of four crayons. They came in a little box, and I let you carry them out of the store. You were thrilled.
I heard you sucking on the box as we drove from there to pick up the cat from the vet. I got an inkling that it might not be a good idea, but I was in the front seat and you were in the back, so I made a mental note to check the condition of the crayons when we got to the vet.
You had chewed a hole in the corner and eaten the tip of the red crayon. I opened your mouth, and there were only tiny bits of paper and crayon left. Nothing salvageable.
Actually, your willingness to eat crayons is a surprise. You come across as a very picky eater. I'm having trouble thinking of ten foods you willingly swallow:
Scrambled eggs
Applesauce
Chips
Mashed potatoes (limited amount)
Cheese
Crackers
Bread
Ice cream
Strawberries
Beef (certain kinds, but not hamburger)
Chicken (sometimes)
Pear
So that's 12 things. Yes, I'm surprised, too. If I add "crayon" to the list, you'd be at 13. Nice.
Please sleep well tonight.
With all my love,
Mom
When I came in to get you at 8:45, you had pooped in your diaper. I found pieces of crayon in it. Yes, crayon.
Yesterday we went to the grocery store and they were having an anniversary celebration. The cashier said you could have a tiny packet of four crayons. They came in a little box, and I let you carry them out of the store. You were thrilled.
I heard you sucking on the box as we drove from there to pick up the cat from the vet. I got an inkling that it might not be a good idea, but I was in the front seat and you were in the back, so I made a mental note to check the condition of the crayons when we got to the vet.
You had chewed a hole in the corner and eaten the tip of the red crayon. I opened your mouth, and there were only tiny bits of paper and crayon left. Nothing salvageable.
Actually, your willingness to eat crayons is a surprise. You come across as a very picky eater. I'm having trouble thinking of ten foods you willingly swallow:
Scrambled eggs
Applesauce
Chips
Mashed potatoes (limited amount)
Cheese
Crackers
Bread
Ice cream
Strawberries
Beef (certain kinds, but not hamburger)
Chicken (sometimes)
Pear
So that's 12 things. Yes, I'm surprised, too. If I add "crayon" to the list, you'd be at 13. Nice.
Please sleep well tonight.
With all my love,
Mom
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