Most days, the sweetest words I hear all day are these two:
"Hi, Momma!"
You say it so nicely! So I say a lot of "Hi, Cookie!" to you. You respond back right away. What a nice boy!
Your new nicknames are Cookie and Tookus. You do hear your given name a few times each day, too, and not just when you're into mischief.
Sometimes you ARE into mischief. How...darling...? Hmm.
Ever yours,
Momma
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Age before beauty
Guess what! Your daddy and I have been married for six years as of today! Happy anniversary to us!
You are the best gift we received, ever. We still gaze at you sometimes with nothing to say, just happy to look at you. You are so beautiful. And you're ours! It blows my mind sometimes.
You have grown a lot. You are 36 inches tall now and you weigh 28 pounds. People are starting to speculate that you will be a tall young man one day. Could be! (That's something you say... "Tood be!")
Lately you've been saying a lot of funny things. Your newest repetition is "Wanna help me? Wanna help me?" Sometimes you don't even know what you want help with.
I used to count how many words you could string together in a sentence. The highest I counted was eight. But lately you've been saying so many words in a sentence - sometimes even making run-on sentences - that I can't count them anymore. You talk a lot!
Other funny things you say:
"Baby hold baby's hand." When you don't want to hold my hand...you hold your own instead, like a nun in a choir.
"I know that." To everything.
"Ow wight." All right. Your response when you receive instruction you find acceptable.
"Want to drive on the hard road." Daddy let you drive on the gravel roads in the UP last week. You will never forget it. You call the gravel road "hard road" and you often ask if you can drive now, even on city streets.
We had a fantastic time in the UP. You slept in a big bed, walled in by pillows and blankets. You loved that, I think. You slept great and woke up smiling. You went to the lake frequently and threw rocks in the water. The big dog, Rudy, didn't scare you. You liked him a lot. You got a lot of mosquito bites and refused to ride on grandpa's tractor. (WHAT??) You made cookies with grandma and ate so much dough I could hardly believe it. You said "It's soooo good!"
You were very good in the car. I guess you love road trips. You hardly fussed, except when you wanted my iPad. Who can blame you for that?
I've been trying to help you understand that there is another baby in my tummy that you will be meeting in a few months. You don't get it yet. That's ok. You're going to be a fun big brother. We plan to leave you in your room and prep the room next door for new baby. I'll find out what gender the new baby is on Sept. 16. I feel like it's a girl.
Love you, darling!
You are the best gift we received, ever. We still gaze at you sometimes with nothing to say, just happy to look at you. You are so beautiful. And you're ours! It blows my mind sometimes.
You have grown a lot. You are 36 inches tall now and you weigh 28 pounds. People are starting to speculate that you will be a tall young man one day. Could be! (That's something you say... "Tood be!")
Lately you've been saying a lot of funny things. Your newest repetition is "Wanna help me? Wanna help me?" Sometimes you don't even know what you want help with.
I used to count how many words you could string together in a sentence. The highest I counted was eight. But lately you've been saying so many words in a sentence - sometimes even making run-on sentences - that I can't count them anymore. You talk a lot!
Other funny things you say:
"Baby hold baby's hand." When you don't want to hold my hand...you hold your own instead, like a nun in a choir.
"I know that." To everything.
"Ow wight." All right. Your response when you receive instruction you find acceptable.
"Want to drive on the hard road." Daddy let you drive on the gravel roads in the UP last week. You will never forget it. You call the gravel road "hard road" and you often ask if you can drive now, even on city streets.
We had a fantastic time in the UP. You slept in a big bed, walled in by pillows and blankets. You loved that, I think. You slept great and woke up smiling. You went to the lake frequently and threw rocks in the water. The big dog, Rudy, didn't scare you. You liked him a lot. You got a lot of mosquito bites and refused to ride on grandpa's tractor. (WHAT??) You made cookies with grandma and ate so much dough I could hardly believe it. You said "It's soooo good!"
You were very good in the car. I guess you love road trips. You hardly fussed, except when you wanted my iPad. Who can blame you for that?
I've been trying to help you understand that there is another baby in my tummy that you will be meeting in a few months. You don't get it yet. That's ok. You're going to be a fun big brother. We plan to leave you in your room and prep the room next door for new baby. I'll find out what gender the new baby is on Sept. 16. I feel like it's a girl.
Love you, darling!
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Hide! Hide!
Uh oh! No one can find Sam again! He must be hiding!
It seems your very favorite thing to do is to hide whenever you hear Mom or Dad approaching. Especially Dad - you hide every time he comes home from work. Behind the couch! Under the pillows! In the closet! I help you think of new hiding places, and sometimes we stump Daddy pretty good! He knows the routine now. He walks through the door, puts his keys away, and comes searching for you. You've finally learned to be very quiet when hiding, but Daddy still tries to trick you by saying "Psst! Psst!" to make you giggle. When he finds you, you are thrilled. You yell "Hide! Hide!" ... as if Daddy might not have known you were hiding on him.
All of us love the hiding.
In other news, it looks like you're going to be a big brother! I am 12 weeks pregnant. I am cautious but excited. This is my sixth pregnancy, and as you know, you are my only baby. But it seems to be going well so far this time. I've been sick! Poor Doodle, you've seen me throwing up quite a few times. You get very concerned. I'm sorry. I'd hide it from you, but it's not really possible. You follow me everywhere, and I never happen to vomit during nap time. I should be getting close to feeling better. I'm also looking forward to being able to eat more foods. You are, too. Dinner has been a rarity around here, since I can hardly stand the smell of food when it's cooking.
Now. We do need to talk about your vocabulary. You know a bazillion words. (I can hardly believe how recently I was trying to list all the words you know... You know so many now, I couldn't even attempt it.) But you heavily rely on a single word: No. Sure, it's an easy word, and you're a temperamental two-year-old, but it's excessive. Daddy and I have been trying to combat your "No!" habit lately. You've said yes upon request a few times, but you seem to grasp the accommodating nature of the word. It doesn't appeal to you.
A typical conversation with you:
Sam: Baby go to sleep. Baby go to sleep.
Mom: OK, Baby go to sleep.
Sam: No baby go to sleep!
More adorable Sam-isms:
"Uh-huh need Momma now." (Uh-huh is your typical affirmative.)
Also: "Nake in a hole? Nake in a hole?" (Is there a snake in the hole?) "Tood be!" (Could be!)
What a darling. :)
Love you, sweetheart.
It seems your very favorite thing to do is to hide whenever you hear Mom or Dad approaching. Especially Dad - you hide every time he comes home from work. Behind the couch! Under the pillows! In the closet! I help you think of new hiding places, and sometimes we stump Daddy pretty good! He knows the routine now. He walks through the door, puts his keys away, and comes searching for you. You've finally learned to be very quiet when hiding, but Daddy still tries to trick you by saying "Psst! Psst!" to make you giggle. When he finds you, you are thrilled. You yell "Hide! Hide!" ... as if Daddy might not have known you were hiding on him.
All of us love the hiding.
In other news, it looks like you're going to be a big brother! I am 12 weeks pregnant. I am cautious but excited. This is my sixth pregnancy, and as you know, you are my only baby. But it seems to be going well so far this time. I've been sick! Poor Doodle, you've seen me throwing up quite a few times. You get very concerned. I'm sorry. I'd hide it from you, but it's not really possible. You follow me everywhere, and I never happen to vomit during nap time. I should be getting close to feeling better. I'm also looking forward to being able to eat more foods. You are, too. Dinner has been a rarity around here, since I can hardly stand the smell of food when it's cooking.
Now. We do need to talk about your vocabulary. You know a bazillion words. (I can hardly believe how recently I was trying to list all the words you know... You know so many now, I couldn't even attempt it.) But you heavily rely on a single word: No. Sure, it's an easy word, and you're a temperamental two-year-old, but it's excessive. Daddy and I have been trying to combat your "No!" habit lately. You've said yes upon request a few times, but you seem to grasp the accommodating nature of the word. It doesn't appeal to you.
A typical conversation with you:
Sam: Baby go to sleep. Baby go to sleep.
Mom: OK, Baby go to sleep.
Sam: No baby go to sleep!
More adorable Sam-isms:
"Uh-huh need Momma now." (Uh-huh is your typical affirmative.)
Also: "Nake in a hole? Nake in a hole?" (Is there a snake in the hole?) "Tood be!" (Could be!)
What a darling. :)
Love you, sweetheart.
Monday, June 17, 2013
No hold baby now, Mom.
This was your second five-word sentence, uttered just moments ago. Certainly a bittersweet one. I was explaining to you how when you were little, I held you all the time. You slept on me, I carried you, and I just held you. Almost nonstop. Now that you are 2 years old and bossy, I hardly get to hold you before you start hollering for Dada to come save you. It's true. So I was telling you this, and trying to snuggle with you, when you said "No hold baby now, Mom."
Thanks, dear.
Thanks, dear.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Your first four-word sentence
"No see baby now!"
:)
You were hiding your face from me. You think you can't be seen if you can't see. And then you look at me and say "See baby now!" It's very fun.
:)
You were hiding your face from me. You think you can't be seen if you can't see. And then you look at me and say "See baby now!" It's very fun.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
I say bun-bun, you say mon-mon
Sweetie,
Since it is bunny season, we are often on the lookout for our long-eared friends. When I say "I see a bun-bun!", You say "Mon-mon?" Of course I think it's adorable.
Since it is bunny season, we are often on the lookout for our long-eared friends. When I say "I see a bun-bun!", You say "Mon-mon?" Of course I think it's adorable.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
The snarkier image
Contrary to what you must think, I do not enjoy being pinched, poked, pounded, groped, bit, slapped or shoved. I know, right? Moms these days.
You are so active and much too busy to take effort not to hurt me. So you do cause me minor injury every day. Today you put one of your tractor toys on my exposed calf and then flopped down on it. Some of my skin is now missing. Awesome.
You're 2. What did I expect?
But you're also sweet. You kissed my tractor-bitten leg this morning. Thanks, love.
XOXOXO
But seriously, if I could end one thing, it would be the groping. STOP. IT.
XOXOXO
You are so active and much too busy to take effort not to hurt me. So you do cause me minor injury every day. Today you put one of your tractor toys on my exposed calf and then flopped down on it. Some of my skin is now missing. Awesome.
You're 2. What did I expect?
But you're also sweet. You kissed my tractor-bitten leg this morning. Thanks, love.
XOXOXO
But seriously, if I could end one thing, it would be the groping. STOP. IT.
XOXOXO
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