Well.... obviously I've not been much into blogging lately. The kids have done so many, many cute and funny things and I always think, "Oh, I need to blog about that before I forget it!" then of course I forget it. The kids are active now, to put it mildly, and we are having a lot of fun! Even so, even fun can zap your mental energy, and blogging always falls to the bottom of the list. But I've found a few minutes tonight, so here are just a few things that have happened lately:
Baby Girl is singing! She sings the first part of "Baa Baa Black Sheep." It goes like this - "Baa Baa Ba She." Absolutely Adorable. I think she's also tried her hand at "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" but it's a bit hard to tell, it may just be wishful thinking on my part.
Little Man is totally in love with his little sister, and it's amazing to see. He says things like, "I will share (insert name of his favorite toy of the day) with her and help her play." The other night they were outside in the dark while The Husband was grilling our dinner, and he said to his daddy as he held his sister's hand, "I will keep her safe out here, and I will keep her brave." So, so sweet. Whenever The Husband and Little Man build a fire in the chiminea, they go to the side of the house, where it is dark, to find wood. Little Man always asks his daddy to go with him and keep him brave. I thought it was the sweetest thing that he would do the same for his baby sister. One of my greatest hopes in life is that they are one of each other's best friends throughout life. They're off to a good start!
Today we were thinking about our family over in Europe. Little Man has a new favorite book, called The Story of Ferdinand, which is about a bull in Spain. He has to read this book at least twice every night, and today he asked if he could draw a picture of one of his favorite pages. He drew some grass, a cork tree, a bumblebee, and Ferdinand the Bull, it was so good! He decided he wanted to send it to his cousins, like the thoughtful Little Man that he is, so off we sent it. He was so proud, and so was his momma.
Last week we bought a membership to our Botanic Gardens. They have a wonderful permanent children's exhibit, so the membership was well worth the cost. After I bought it I realized that we now have a membership to the zoo, the children's museum, and the gardens. I don't know if the kids are spoiled or we are!
Well, as I expected I had about ten different things on my "to write" list, but I can't remember them. Hmm, I may have to start jotting my ideas down on paper. I can't keep forgetting super cute things like, "Baa Baa Ba She!"
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Emotions
I'm not sure why I'm such an emotional mess right now, but I am.
Take a look at my recent posts and you can see it for yourself.
Maybe I should have thought of that before I went through the kids' old clothes.
Little Man and Baby Girl each have a big plastic bin that sits on the floor of their closet. When something has gotten too small, or is out of season, I put it in the bin. That way I know that if something's hanging up, then it fits, and I clear room in their closet for new things. Anyway, it had been a year since I went through the bins, and they were overflowing. So in my very emotional, I'm having a good cry at least once a day (the good kind, but crying none-the-less) state, I decide it's time to sort out the clothes into keep, donate, and consign piles.
I cried.
A lot.
Each outfit has such memories.
Little Man was wearing this when he did his cute happy dance in front of the fridge while holding his Lovey and with his blue paci in his mouth.
Baby Girl came home from the hospital in this.
Little Man's adorable john john's, which The Husband wouldn't let me put on him after he turned two.
First Christmas pictures in these outfits.
First snow in this jacket, with cute little mittens and hat.
Little Man's hospital blanket- I lost it on that one.
A t-shirt of Little Man's that read, "I didn't do it." That was my father-in-law's favorite shirt, he loved it and we would put it on Little Man when we would go visit the in-laws. Pocker's favorite t-shirt. I really lost it on that one. Packer would just love Little Man and Baby Girl if he could see them now.
Whew....sorting done. I'm now able to put a lid on the bins and store them in the attic. I have a nice pile to go to Goodwill, and a decent pile to take to the consignment store. I've had my (second) good cry for the day, and it's only one o'clock. I think I'm going to chunk being productive and go have fun with my babies for the rest of the day.
Take a look at my recent posts and you can see it for yourself.
Maybe I should have thought of that before I went through the kids' old clothes.
Little Man and Baby Girl each have a big plastic bin that sits on the floor of their closet. When something has gotten too small, or is out of season, I put it in the bin. That way I know that if something's hanging up, then it fits, and I clear room in their closet for new things. Anyway, it had been a year since I went through the bins, and they were overflowing. So in my very emotional, I'm having a good cry at least once a day (the good kind, but crying none-the-less) state, I decide it's time to sort out the clothes into keep, donate, and consign piles.
I cried.
A lot.
Each outfit has such memories.
Little Man was wearing this when he did his cute happy dance in front of the fridge while holding his Lovey and with his blue paci in his mouth.
Baby Girl came home from the hospital in this.
Little Man's adorable john john's, which The Husband wouldn't let me put on him after he turned two.
First Christmas pictures in these outfits.
First snow in this jacket, with cute little mittens and hat.
Little Man's hospital blanket- I lost it on that one.
A t-shirt of Little Man's that read, "I didn't do it." That was my father-in-law's favorite shirt, he loved it and we would put it on Little Man when we would go visit the in-laws. Pocker's favorite t-shirt. I really lost it on that one. Packer would just love Little Man and Baby Girl if he could see them now.
Whew....sorting done. I'm now able to put a lid on the bins and store them in the attic. I have a nice pile to go to Goodwill, and a decent pile to take to the consignment store. I've had my (second) good cry for the day, and it's only one o'clock. I think I'm going to chunk being productive and go have fun with my babies for the rest of the day.
Outside!!
We finally got to play outside today!!
We have had the coldest, wettest, snowiest winter I can ever remember, so it's been a LONG time since we've ventured outside for more than a minute.
This really was Baby Girl's first time to play outdoors, since she's been walking.
We played with bubbles and sidewalk chalk.
Today I loved my front yard with it's western exposure. Thank you sun!
Here is Baby Girl in her bunny hat.
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...and Baby Girl with the sidewalk chalk.
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It's a happy Friday!
We have had the coldest, wettest, snowiest winter I can ever remember, so it's been a LONG time since we've ventured outside for more than a minute.
This really was Baby Girl's first time to play outdoors, since she's been walking.
We played with bubbles and sidewalk chalk.
Today I loved my front yard with it's western exposure. Thank you sun!
Here is Baby Girl in her bunny hat.
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...and Baby Girl with the sidewalk chalk.
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It's a happy Friday!Artsy..
I just liked the view...the way the toys fell into place. I thought it was pretty and wanted to capture it. My living room with a three and a one-year-old.
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Mischievous Imp
My Baby Girl is mischievous, as mischievous as they come. And I love it. She is just what I thought having a daughter would be, only better.
I remember the day I found out I was having a daughter. My neighbor is an ultrasound tech, and that day she called from work and said if I wanted to come to the office she could squeeze me in. So I packed up Little Man and away we went. The Husband didn't even know, and I was hoping to surprise him with the news.
I remember it was June 17th. I was only 17 weeks pregnant, and not even really showing, so I wasn't even sure we would be able to tell the gender. But wrong I was, it was a girl, and my neighbor was 99% positive that she was right. She said it was safe to go out and by pink!
Let me tell you, at hearing those words, "It's a girl!" I turned into a ball of jello. I was terrified.
"A girl? What do I do with a girl?" I thought. "I know about boys, but a girl?" I thought of certain little girls I knew, of the sassiness, the smart mouths. I thought of teenage girls I knew, and how their parents were having a hard time with them. "O my gosh," I thought, "what am I in for?"
It took a few days, but slowly I came around. I was excited! I was having a baby girl! Little Man would have a baby sister, which is what we immediately started calling her, a name that to this day has stuck. ( I had a great aunt whom everyone called Sister, and now I know how how that name came to be!)
As my pregnancy progressed, I imagined what my baby would be like. Sweet for sure. A bit sassy. A bit bossy. Sure of herself. Cute as can be. Able to handle herself, her brother would teach her that. Impish, mischievous, fun-loving.
All these things have come true. She is just like I imagined, eerily so. The other day she wanted to play with one of Little Man's toys. He didn't want her to have it, so he stepped in front of her and yelled "NO!" So Baby Girl got mad, ran up to him and hit him on the arm! Then she backed down, stuck out her bottom lip, and cried. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen! Even though I don't want to encourage my children to hit, I thought to myself, "Way to go, Baby Girl!" Your brother shouldn't have yelled at you, but you stood up for yourself." I don't really think we'll have to worry about Baby Girl being pushed around by her peers. ;)
I think sometimes she even surprises herself. This morning she was nursing (she still nurses when she wakes up and again just before bed), and the side she was nursing on was, well... empty. So I pulled my shirt back down and was getting the other side ready. Well, she became mad that I put her "lovey" away, so she grabbed her paci and threw it across the room! Then, when she realized what she had done, she rounded her lips, and said a breathless, "Ooohh." It was just precious, The Husband and I couldn't help but laugh.
Sweet lovable, precious, mischievous, Baby Girl, we love you so!
I remember the day I found out I was having a daughter. My neighbor is an ultrasound tech, and that day she called from work and said if I wanted to come to the office she could squeeze me in. So I packed up Little Man and away we went. The Husband didn't even know, and I was hoping to surprise him with the news.
I remember it was June 17th. I was only 17 weeks pregnant, and not even really showing, so I wasn't even sure we would be able to tell the gender. But wrong I was, it was a girl, and my neighbor was 99% positive that she was right. She said it was safe to go out and by pink!
Let me tell you, at hearing those words, "It's a girl!" I turned into a ball of jello. I was terrified.
"A girl? What do I do with a girl?" I thought. "I know about boys, but a girl?" I thought of certain little girls I knew, of the sassiness, the smart mouths. I thought of teenage girls I knew, and how their parents were having a hard time with them. "O my gosh," I thought, "what am I in for?"
It took a few days, but slowly I came around. I was excited! I was having a baby girl! Little Man would have a baby sister, which is what we immediately started calling her, a name that to this day has stuck. ( I had a great aunt whom everyone called Sister, and now I know how how that name came to be!)
As my pregnancy progressed, I imagined what my baby would be like. Sweet for sure. A bit sassy. A bit bossy. Sure of herself. Cute as can be. Able to handle herself, her brother would teach her that. Impish, mischievous, fun-loving.
All these things have come true. She is just like I imagined, eerily so. The other day she wanted to play with one of Little Man's toys. He didn't want her to have it, so he stepped in front of her and yelled "NO!" So Baby Girl got mad, ran up to him and hit him on the arm! Then she backed down, stuck out her bottom lip, and cried. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen! Even though I don't want to encourage my children to hit, I thought to myself, "Way to go, Baby Girl!" Your brother shouldn't have yelled at you, but you stood up for yourself." I don't really think we'll have to worry about Baby Girl being pushed around by her peers. ;)
I think sometimes she even surprises herself. This morning she was nursing (she still nurses when she wakes up and again just before bed), and the side she was nursing on was, well... empty. So I pulled my shirt back down and was getting the other side ready. Well, she became mad that I put her "lovey" away, so she grabbed her paci and threw it across the room! Then, when she realized what she had done, she rounded her lips, and said a breathless, "Ooohh." It was just precious, The Husband and I couldn't help but laugh.
Sweet lovable, precious, mischievous, Baby Girl, we love you so!
On Toes...
I found a new blog that I really enjoy, I just love this mom's writing style, it's beautiful. I'm completely stealing this, but hopefully that's ok, because I'm giving credit! This is from one of her posts, and it mirrors what I've thought a million times, even though I'm not sure I could ever put it so beautifully. It's about how your babies completely steal your heart, and how, although you will love them for a lifetime, you love, love, love them when they're babies. Here it is:
"There will come a day when the grasp of your tiny fingers around mine won't take my breath away; when I won't stare at your pouty lips while you sleep. There will come a day when the way your toes curl when I tickle them won't send me into a fit of laughter or when the way you look at me won't make me cry. That day is not today, my Love."
So sweet. It brought me back to a night when Little Man was almost a year and a half, which is about how old Baby Girl is now. That night, I went to go check on him *one more time* before I went to bed, and when I did I noticed that his little toes were sticking out from between the crib slats. Sweet, little kissable toes. At that moment, I just had to bend down, grasp his chubby little feet, and kiss those toes. Each and every one of them. It was a sweet moment, but even as I looked down at my precious growing boy I felt a pang in my heart. I know I teared up a bit. He wasn't going to be a baby for much longer, and although I would always love his toes, I knew the days of kissing them were soon coming to an end. So I kissed his toes, and savored the moment.
Nowadays Little Man's toes aren't that kissable. They're big boy, preschooler toes, with toughened skin and dirty nails from a hard day of play. Even so, when I look at them I often remember that tender moment. And I do still love his toes, but I was right, we're past the days of kissing them, and on to new adventures.
"There will come a day when the grasp of your tiny fingers around mine won't take my breath away; when I won't stare at your pouty lips while you sleep. There will come a day when the way your toes curl when I tickle them won't send me into a fit of laughter or when the way you look at me won't make me cry. That day is not today, my Love."
So sweet. It brought me back to a night when Little Man was almost a year and a half, which is about how old Baby Girl is now. That night, I went to go check on him *one more time* before I went to bed, and when I did I noticed that his little toes were sticking out from between the crib slats. Sweet, little kissable toes. At that moment, I just had to bend down, grasp his chubby little feet, and kiss those toes. Each and every one of them. It was a sweet moment, but even as I looked down at my precious growing boy I felt a pang in my heart. I know I teared up a bit. He wasn't going to be a baby for much longer, and although I would always love his toes, I knew the days of kissing them were soon coming to an end. So I kissed his toes, and savored the moment.
Nowadays Little Man's toes aren't that kissable. They're big boy, preschooler toes, with toughened skin and dirty nails from a hard day of play. Even so, when I look at them I often remember that tender moment. And I do still love his toes, but I was right, we're past the days of kissing them, and on to new adventures.
Heavensent
Last night Baby Girl was doing what she does best, cleaning, organizing, and putting things away.
Well, in truth, she was stealing baby wipes and wiping down the nearest surface, pulling all her mama's things out of drawers and cabinets and putting them all back in one big baby mess, and dropping toys and random items into very random places where they may not be seen again for years to come.
It's so cute watching her "work."
What are you thinking, Baby Dear? Are you trying to be like Mama, cleaning and tidying up?
So last night she pulled all her neatly folded blankets out of her drawer and put them all in her pack-n-play, which is in our room. Before she was done there were at least six or seven blankets all piled in a heap.
She was so pleased with herself for doing it.
The Husband and I just sat there and watched her, she gave us a big smile every time a blanket dropped into it's intended spot.
The Husband ever so sweetly said to his baby girl, "Well, you're just a little slice of Heaven."
Yes, my dear, sweet, baby girl, you are a slice of Heaven, and I love you so much.
Well, in truth, she was stealing baby wipes and wiping down the nearest surface, pulling all her mama's things out of drawers and cabinets and putting them all back in one big baby mess, and dropping toys and random items into very random places where they may not be seen again for years to come.
It's so cute watching her "work."
What are you thinking, Baby Dear? Are you trying to be like Mama, cleaning and tidying up?
So last night she pulled all her neatly folded blankets out of her drawer and put them all in her pack-n-play, which is in our room. Before she was done there were at least six or seven blankets all piled in a heap.
She was so pleased with herself for doing it.
The Husband and I just sat there and watched her, she gave us a big smile every time a blanket dropped into it's intended spot.
The Husband ever so sweetly said to his baby girl, "Well, you're just a little slice of Heaven."
Yes, my dear, sweet, baby girl, you are a slice of Heaven, and I love you so much.
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