You, my dear, are so happy, funny and smart! And also so two! Your expresions resemble mine and your daddy's, but when you say them it cracks us up. Some of the things you say are, "What a bummer," "That's okay, Mommy," "Almost, Sister, almost," "It's okay, Bryn, I'm here," "Sure," "Just a minute, Mom," "Hang on! Hang on!" "Good job, Dad!" and "Well, not right now, Mommy," or "Umm, no thanks Dad." You're sweet to your sister and show her love by poking (mostly gently), petting, squishing, squeezing and sharing. You look at her and say, I love you so much, Bryn. Sometimes you get rough with her, and she lets you know by crying. She's already quite the tattler!
My favorite thing that you do lately is snuggle. It might be your favorite thing, too. You just say, "Mommy, I want to snuggle with you" periodically through the day and we cuddle up together on the couch with a blanket. You give me puppy dog kisses and rub your nose with mine, sighing, "mommy... mommy... mommy." Sometimes you just look at me and say, "Mommy, I love you." Oh, my Brea, I love you too! You also crack me up when you pretend you're going to kiss my cheek, then buzz me with your lips. After a few of those back and forth we just get giggly and can't stop.
Today when we were playing, daddy was chasing us and I was carrying you, running away from him. We'd hide behind the curtains until he found us, then run to find a new spot. It was a lot of fun!
You're becoming more of a two-year old in the sense that you are telling me no, throwing tantrums, screaming just because you can, and forgetting that you have words instead of whinning and yelling. We're trying to figure out how to deal with it, mostly we try to distract you, put you in time out, and talk to you. I don't know what works yet, but I need to figure it out quick! Know that mommies and daddies don't always know what to do!
The other day you finally opened the door to get out of your room. I think we were lucky that it took this long for you to figure it out, but it was hard once you did. You walked all the way to our room the first morning and woke us up so sweetly. I didn't mind that it was early, 'cause you came in and said, "Good morning guys! How are you doing?" But at night you kept coming out of your room, and going into your sister's room. Nobody would know that you weren't in your bed 'til we heard you on Bryn's monitor singing "Twinkle, Twinkle" to her. When I went upstairs, I had to act stern, but I really thought it was the sweetest thing to see you hanging over the side of her crib, singing to her. The next day you snuck out during naptime, went into the guest room and got my pin cushion. You took it back to your room, sat on your bed and pulled the pins out one by one. I don't know how you didn't get hurt when you left your room, but I didn't know what was going on until I heard you on Bryn's monitor, singing again. After that I decided that I had to put a doorknob lock on your handle to keep you safe in your room.
You're getting into dressing up. Today you wore your tutu over your pink pajamas all day. We didn't leave the house, so it didn't matter. You also wear sunglasses when we leave- you require them! You like dressing yourself, but still get mad when you can't do it and throw things and yell.
If something isn't your idea, it is pretty hard to get you to do it. At dinner, I don't usually care if you eat it all or not, just that you try it. You might argue with me, but the second I turn my back and busy myself with something else, you eat it. Other people don't always get it, and they try to co-erse you to do things...it doesn't work.
When you play with your babies and animals, you like to pretend they're sad, or crying and tell me that they need medicine. You also have your toys hit each other and you put them in time out. Does that mean you're learning something about hitting?
You got to see and hang out with Papa Jay, Granna, Mike, Robyn and baby Stephen this last week. It was fun! You talked about it for awhile before they came out, and since they've left you say that you miss them.
You're really good with the pronouns I, me and you now, only messing up when you say, "I want to come with me (you)." You still get her, him, she, he messed up. You'll say "I miss her" when you talk about Papa, een though you can tell me that Papa's a boy. It's fun to see how your vocabulary has changed and progressed. I think everyday you learn something new and make corrections to little things that you said the day before. I can't keep up with you! For the most part the things that you say are understood by me and daddy, but there are times that you get really animated and talk in paragraphs and no one can decipher it. The thing is that you repeat some things until we repeat it. We can't always pretend and just respond in a general way, and then we're forced to admit that we don't understand. Either way, I love hearing you talk! Oh, and you're singing a lot! You just sing songs that you've heard, and even try to sing new songs on the radio by repeating or humming as you hear them. I love it! You've memorized a lot of your books, and when prompted will "read" it. I can stop at any part and you'll finish sentences, and in some books I don't have to read anything, just turn the pages. It's pretty fun.
I love everything about you, and though you're testing us lately, it's a challenge that I accept!
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 25, 2008
Da Da and Ma Ma
Hey my little lady!
You amaze me every day by how much you change and grow! You're so stinking cute I just want to kiss you all day! My favorite thing is to "gobble" your chin and cheek- you just laugh and laugh! You're sitting up perfectly, and have been since around the 4th of July. It's fun because you're able to interact more with your toys and Brea on the floor. When you fall down you get mad, especially when you end up on your belly. You're not a fan of being on your belly. The last couple days you've been making sounds that seem more like words. It's not just coos, ya know? I'm pretty sure you said "ma ma" when your granna was out last week, and yesterday I heard you saying "da da" pretty clearly. You're not repeating it, and you're not reaching for us when you say it, but it's probably not far off! How fun!
You've also been eating a lot of baby food! This week I started giving you two meals a day- oatmeal, fruit and veggies for each meal (after nursing). And you're pooping like a pro! Goodness, maybe 6 times yesterday and today, at this rate, you might be that! I'm not a fan! But you're happy as can be!
Your schedule is pretty consistent, with you waking up about 7 am and nursing, sleeping from 9:30-11am, eating a meal and playing, napping from 1-3pm, eating a meal and playing again, a little nap at about 5, nursing at 7 with about 4 ounces of formula and bedtime at 8.
I just love you! I love your chunky legs and the rolls on your arms! I love your smile and the way you tuck your chin under and flirt with me. I love that when you get tired you shriek, when you're poopy you whine, and the rest of the time you giggle and smile. I love that you try to be a good sport when Brea loves on you by poking and petting and squeezing you, but that you tell us when you've had enough. I like that you take in new things and people by studying them seriously before you relax and play. I love that the second you grip your blanket and it touches your cheek in your crib you sigh and turn your head sideways to sleep. I love that you have to cry for a moment when I leave the room before you actually fall asleep. I'd like to think you're telling me you miss me. I love that you're starting to jump in your jumper upstairs, and that you can only move backwards in your walker. I love how your face lights up when me, daddy or Brea come into your view. I love that you smile when I sing. I love that when I nurse you you reach up and touch my face, and hold onto my nose. I love that you'll stop sucking to smile at me when I talk to you. I love that you're eyebrows crinkle when you hear Brea cry- I think you're already concerned for her and are letting me know you're worried. I love that you lay your head on my shoulder every so often and snuggle when you're tired-I wish you did it more. I love that your little hands hold me when I carry you and reach for everything around you. I love it when you play with my hair and your fingers dapple around my face. I love when you buzz your lips and babble when I ask you a question- it's like we're having a conversation. I love that you got to meet your Papa Jay and saw Granna again. You considered them seriously the first afternoon, but soon decided you loved them and would let them hold you. I like that you do things in your own time, after careful consideration. You are a beautiful girl, and I adore you. Every day my heart grows more and I just can't love you enough! God is an amazing God for letting me be your mommy!
I know I just said it a hundred times,
but I love you,
Mommy
You amaze me every day by how much you change and grow! You're so stinking cute I just want to kiss you all day! My favorite thing is to "gobble" your chin and cheek- you just laugh and laugh! You're sitting up perfectly, and have been since around the 4th of July. It's fun because you're able to interact more with your toys and Brea on the floor. When you fall down you get mad, especially when you end up on your belly. You're not a fan of being on your belly. The last couple days you've been making sounds that seem more like words. It's not just coos, ya know? I'm pretty sure you said "ma ma" when your granna was out last week, and yesterday I heard you saying "da da" pretty clearly. You're not repeating it, and you're not reaching for us when you say it, but it's probably not far off! How fun!
You've also been eating a lot of baby food! This week I started giving you two meals a day- oatmeal, fruit and veggies for each meal (after nursing). And you're pooping like a pro! Goodness, maybe 6 times yesterday and today, at this rate, you might be that! I'm not a fan! But you're happy as can be!
Your schedule is pretty consistent, with you waking up about 7 am and nursing, sleeping from 9:30-11am, eating a meal and playing, napping from 1-3pm, eating a meal and playing again, a little nap at about 5, nursing at 7 with about 4 ounces of formula and bedtime at 8.
I just love you! I love your chunky legs and the rolls on your arms! I love your smile and the way you tuck your chin under and flirt with me. I love that when you get tired you shriek, when you're poopy you whine, and the rest of the time you giggle and smile. I love that you try to be a good sport when Brea loves on you by poking and petting and squeezing you, but that you tell us when you've had enough. I like that you take in new things and people by studying them seriously before you relax and play. I love that the second you grip your blanket and it touches your cheek in your crib you sigh and turn your head sideways to sleep. I love that you have to cry for a moment when I leave the room before you actually fall asleep. I'd like to think you're telling me you miss me. I love that you're starting to jump in your jumper upstairs, and that you can only move backwards in your walker. I love how your face lights up when me, daddy or Brea come into your view. I love that you smile when I sing. I love that when I nurse you you reach up and touch my face, and hold onto my nose. I love that you'll stop sucking to smile at me when I talk to you. I love that you're eyebrows crinkle when you hear Brea cry- I think you're already concerned for her and are letting me know you're worried. I love that you lay your head on my shoulder every so often and snuggle when you're tired-I wish you did it more. I love that your little hands hold me when I carry you and reach for everything around you. I love it when you play with my hair and your fingers dapple around my face. I love when you buzz your lips and babble when I ask you a question- it's like we're having a conversation. I love that you got to meet your Papa Jay and saw Granna again. You considered them seriously the first afternoon, but soon decided you loved them and would let them hold you. I like that you do things in your own time, after careful consideration. You are a beautiful girl, and I adore you. Every day my heart grows more and I just can't love you enough! God is an amazing God for letting me be your mommy!
I know I just said it a hundred times,
but I love you,
Mommy
Sad Day Potty Training
Brea,
Today started out fun...Sawyer and Isabella came over and we had a "potty party". You all walked around in your panties (and underpants) until the timer went off and would run to your potties and sit down for a bit. Suckers were the incentive to put your pee pee in the potty, and stickers if you tried. Well, you just held your in, but you'd sit down and try. I kept your diaper off during nap time because you didn't go all morning, and I wanted to get at least one in the potty. That didn't work- you woke up from your nap early but didn't make it to the potty in time. And you started screaming and crying when you went. I thought that maybe you were sad 'cause you had an accident, but when it continued I knew something hurt. It wasn't until about 6 that I considered you had a bladder infection and called the doctor. You were screaming every few minutes and holding your bottom... it was getting worse. At the doctor's office, you seemed perfectly fine, happy as could be. The doctor checked you out, and said you were fine, probably had a little irritation and some diaper cream would help. She was ready to send us back home when I said no. I told her that I knew you were acting fine there, but I knew something wasn't right and asked her to check your urine. Well, they wouldn't put a bag in your diaper like they've done before, they said you'd have to go on the potty and I'd catch it in a cup. I let you try, but knew that it wasn't going to happen-the reason we were having this problem is 'cause you didn't want to go in the potty in the first place. So, the newness of the doctor's has worn off by then, and your pain came back. You were screaming on the potty, and I'm worried, asking the doctor's what I'm supposed to do. They still said that you'd have to go on the potty. So after about 10 more minutes of you screaming, I asked them what they do for babies. They said they put a catheter in. I told them to do it. It was awful! I knew it was the right thing to do, because I knew you were hurting, but it was awful! I held you down and hugged you tight, saying that you could do it. I hated every second of it for you. When they finished we both just hugged and cried together until they came in again with the results. Sure enough you had a urinary tract infection and they gave you antibiotics. I was really angry at the doctor for the way they handled us- almost sending us home and not suggesting the catheter- if I hadn't asked you'd still be hurting. Anyway, you felt better this morning after only one dose of the medicine and some tylenol. When daddy got you up this morning and asked you how you felt you said happily, "mommy made my bottom better". I heard it on the monitor and cried again. I'm glad you saw it that way. Sometimes a mommy just knows her baby is sick, and has to help her get better no matter what. I sure love you and you were very brave!
Love,
Mommy
Today started out fun...Sawyer and Isabella came over and we had a "potty party". You all walked around in your panties (and underpants) until the timer went off and would run to your potties and sit down for a bit. Suckers were the incentive to put your pee pee in the potty, and stickers if you tried. Well, you just held your in, but you'd sit down and try. I kept your diaper off during nap time because you didn't go all morning, and I wanted to get at least one in the potty. That didn't work- you woke up from your nap early but didn't make it to the potty in time. And you started screaming and crying when you went. I thought that maybe you were sad 'cause you had an accident, but when it continued I knew something hurt. It wasn't until about 6 that I considered you had a bladder infection and called the doctor. You were screaming every few minutes and holding your bottom... it was getting worse. At the doctor's office, you seemed perfectly fine, happy as could be. The doctor checked you out, and said you were fine, probably had a little irritation and some diaper cream would help. She was ready to send us back home when I said no. I told her that I knew you were acting fine there, but I knew something wasn't right and asked her to check your urine. Well, they wouldn't put a bag in your diaper like they've done before, they said you'd have to go on the potty and I'd catch it in a cup. I let you try, but knew that it wasn't going to happen-the reason we were having this problem is 'cause you didn't want to go in the potty in the first place. So, the newness of the doctor's has worn off by then, and your pain came back. You were screaming on the potty, and I'm worried, asking the doctor's what I'm supposed to do. They still said that you'd have to go on the potty. So after about 10 more minutes of you screaming, I asked them what they do for babies. They said they put a catheter in. I told them to do it. It was awful! I knew it was the right thing to do, because I knew you were hurting, but it was awful! I held you down and hugged you tight, saying that you could do it. I hated every second of it for you. When they finished we both just hugged and cried together until they came in again with the results. Sure enough you had a urinary tract infection and they gave you antibiotics. I was really angry at the doctor for the way they handled us- almost sending us home and not suggesting the catheter- if I hadn't asked you'd still be hurting. Anyway, you felt better this morning after only one dose of the medicine and some tylenol. When daddy got you up this morning and asked you how you felt you said happily, "mommy made my bottom better". I heard it on the monitor and cried again. I'm glad you saw it that way. Sometimes a mommy just knows her baby is sick, and has to help her get better no matter what. I sure love you and you were very brave!
Love,
Mommy
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
