Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
You are getting closer and closer to your first birthday - what a crazy thought! For now though, let me recap the past four weeks for you. I feel like there have been quite a few highs and lows, so we'll start with the lows first and get them out of the way. First, we were all very, very sick with some sort of virus earlier this month. I think you started it, as you had that unfortunate vomiting in the pool incident. And, for the next week after that, there was much coming out of you and not a lot at all going in. In fact, it got so bad at one point that your parents began to worry about you getting dehydrated and took your limp little self into an after hours pediatrics clinic. But, you slowly perked back up (only to catch a nasty cold about a week ago, but we'll get to that). Your dad and I were also quite ill for about 48 hours, and let me tell you that it is not easy to take care of you when I barely feel well enough to sit up (let alone chase you around). But, I made it through and we're making it through your sinus infection (or whatever is currently ailing you). I would really just like our whole family to be healthy for a period longer than two days. That would be nice.
Also, you are currently incapable of being in a room by yourself, sometimes even of being in a different part of the same room by yourself, without completely falling apart. I don't recall ever leaving you on a doorstep or locking you in the basement or doing anything else that would give you the slightest reason to doubt that I will indeed come back for you (okay, well there was that incident with the bathroom door, but it was an accident and I saved you eventually). But yet, if I step away from you - even momentarily - you scream and cry big alligator tears. The doctor says that this sometimes happens with first kids, that I should ignore you and let you cry, that eventually you WILL learn to be on your own and entertain yourself. But, the thing is, once you get all worked up like that, it is very hard to calm you down and you are more clingy than ever. Also, the doctor doesn't have to look at this face.
Okay, now on to the highs. I've written a lot (and given you a lot of grief) about being a poor napper. The thing is (and I've hesitated to write this lest I jinx myself) you are currently a champion napper! Seriously, you still have a few problems napping other places as you demonstrated over the Thanksgiving weekend at grandma and grandpa's house, but in general, you go down fine, are quiet right away and I frequently have to wake you up after an hour and a half or two hours. You are taking two naps a day and still sleeping 11+ hours a night and that, my baby girl, is fabulous. Your father and I attribute much of this to your blankie, whom you love and cuddle while you sleep.
Also, you do a lot of cute things now. My favorite new thing is that you dance to music. And, it can be just about any music from commercials on TV to the Jonas Brothers half-time show to all of your musically inclined toys. You can be sitting or standing and you start to bounce up and down - your little head nodding to the beat. It's pretty adorable. And, you're slowly learning games. You initiate peek-a-boo to pass the time when I change your diapers, you will (on occasion) raise your arms when I ask how big you are, and you will high-five people with a big, toothy grin when they ask for five.
I can't wait for your words to come so that you can tell me what is wrong when you are upset (and also that you love me, which will be even better to hear). I also can't wait for you to walk on your own (you are getting closer - once you can balance there will be no stopping you). But, I'm loving you more every day and watching you learn things and observe everything with your big, bright blue eyes is one of the things I love most about life right now.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Eric and I enrolled Emily in baby swimming classes at the YMCA because our peanut loves the water. Little did we know that the instructors have pretty high expectations for these kids, including teaching them to flip from their tummies to their backs and float by the end of the class. They also find it plausible that if the kids keep up their lessons they could swim on their own by the age of two. That's all well and good, but I was just hoping to have some fun splashing around with my baby. Emily loved the first class, although she's not crazy about being on her back anywhere (including the water apparently). But, she wasn't feeling very well before the second class, and the photo above shows her uncertainty about what's to come...
Most of the class went fine, and she did quite well with the skills but near the end she got sick in the water and the whole entire pool had to be evacuated because of us. That was the beginning of a pretty awful week for our family as we all experienced a gastrointestinal virus of some kind. Thankfully, we're all recovered now and eager to tackle the water again tonight. Here are some of the my favorite pictures from last week:
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
You are ten months old today! Your uncle Jeff frequently exclaims how big you are when he sees you (though he does see you on a fairly regular basis so I'm not always sure where the shock comes from). But lately I have to agree. I simply can't believe how much bigger you are becoming. I look back at pictures from a few months ago, and I'm shocked by your sheer size, by the things you can do now that you couldn't then, by the incredible amount of hair you are growing! Fall has come to Michigan, and you have enjoyed partaking in a few traditions: exploring pumpkin patches, crawling through leaves, and sitting in hay to name a few.
You have begun to get your first two teeth this month, and while that's exciting and will help you chew foods (right now if I give you finger foods they just sit in your mouth for a long, long time), it seems to be making you a little cranky and uncomfortable. Also, they are taking a long time. You have been getting your first two teeth for a few weeks now, and I wish they would just hurry up and come all the way in.
That picture of you in the high chair there, that's often how you like to view the world. It's amusing, and you also do this in your stroller when we go for walks prompting strangers left and right to approach me and tell me how tired you are, how much you need a nap, and how I better hurry up and get you home. Clearly these people are not familiar with your wily ways (and why they feel the need to give me such advice is beyond me) and a few seconds later your head will pop up like a jack in the box and, eyes gleaming, you'll smile at me like it was all a big trick on your part.
Speaking of tricks (and treats), you also experienced your first Halloween. I wasn't about to spend $25 on a costume that you would wear one time, but I did pony up the $3.77 for an outfit on eBay, and if I do say so myself, I think it was an excellent selection.
You weren't feeling particularly well on Halloween, but you did enjoy finding the leftover candy the next morning and protested loudly when I tried to take it away from you (but not before snapping this picture!).
Finally, this has been a month of transition as I have gone back to work part-time. It's been great though, as you now usually get to spend one day of the work week with your daddy, two days with me, and two days playing with your friends down the street. Frankly, you seem to be having a blast with this arrangement and now I can honestly say that I enjoy (even treasure) the days that our just ours. Thanks for being my sweet little peanut - I love you more than words can ever say!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I considered the facts: it had to be approaching 8 o'clock and Eric should be coming home soon, so I kept fiddling with the door knob when suddenly I panicked. Had I closed the door to the basement steps? Was Emily's 15 seconds of silence because she had fallen? Swallowed something she shouldn't have? Learned to walk, open doors, and was now running out in the middle of a street as a speeding truck approached? I knew I couldn't wait any longer. What if Eric went out to breakfast with his night shift cronies as he has mentioned to me that he might do one of these times? So, I searched the bathroom for a blunt object, settled on a plunger and began beating through the door. My plan was to make a small hole, reach my hand through and try to open the door from the other side. I made the hole all right, but it still wouldn't budge, so I kept going. Soon enough (after a LOT of pounding and wood chips flying) I had created a hole I could fit through (with some considerable squeezing). I rescued my sobbing baby, surveyed the damage, and not two minutes after I was freed Eric walked through the door to quite a scene!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I thought I'd write you a quick note before you get the idea that your mother is the only one writing to you (after all, let's not forget who started this here blog).
Today you have been extremely happy. Not only did you go down for your morning nap without so much as a single peep (nearly unprecedented behavior), but upon waking, you discovered that most everything you encountered in your little world is cause for either smiling or giggling. To wit:
- oatmeal with applesauce
- your Momma
- making really high pitched sounds of different kinds
- the couch (I'm not sure why)
- yours truly (that one I understand)
- yours truly doing push-ups
- peek-a-boo (you always like that though)
- those same toys that you spurned only yesterday
I attribute a good part of this to good napping (something your mother and I have been trying to tell you since day one). I am glad to see that you enjoy life so much, and I hope this is the start of a trend. I certainly think you're going to be a happy and fun little girl as you grow up.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
You are nine months old today, and you keep going full steam ahead! I frequently tell people that you have two states of being: incredibly energetic and asleep. I don't know how you do it. Sometimes I'm ready for a nap in the morning before you are just from chasing you around. Do you think maybe you could take it easy for a little while? But then again, your boundless energy (and we're not talking about energy in the way that all kids have energy - you put all the other babies I've ever watched to shame) is part of what makes you well, you, and I would not change you for the world.
You love to explore, and will take off to other rooms of the house all by yourself (though you do seem to want me to follow and whining ensues when I don't). In fact, you love to be chased, and will try to outcrawl me all the time. You also find real humor in peek-a-boo and that's handy for diaper changes (which you hate). You have also developed a real knack for finding things to put in your mouth that shouldn't be there. Here is a list of things your father and I have had to fish out of your mouth just in the past week:
b) cat food
c) rubber band
And, those were only the things I could identify. I mean, your dad and I aren't exactly neat freaks, but I vacumm - I do! often! - and you still manage to pick up all sorts of things I missed.
You are eating more and more real foods, including bananas, cantaloupe, crackers, cheerios (oh my goodness do you love cheerios!), broccoli, oatmeal, and yogurt. This is fun, but it's also messy and you don't seem to enjoy being cleaned off after meals. Just so you know, I'm not trying to cause you any angst or consternation while I wipe your face and hands. I'm only trying to protect the furniture!
You've learned to wave this month, and it's pretty cute. The other day I put you in your high chair for breakfast, set some of your beloved cheerios in front of you and watched you begin talking and waving TO YOUR CHEERIOS! Not your mother. No, your head was definitely directed downwards as you chatted up your breakfast. You are also "cruising" now, and walking along pieces of furniture. I suppose that means that walking can't be too far behind, but I'm not quite ready for that level of mobility yet so take your time.
You are becoming so much fun, and your dad and I love spending time with you. Napping continues to be a struggle, as you are seriously trying to drop down to one nap a day sometimes. I try to reason with you - tell you that all the baby books say that you will be taking two naps until you turn one (at least!) but you'll have none of that and continue to remind me that you are unique and you'll do as you please.
It's hard to believe how big you are getting and watch you ever so slowly turn from a baby - my little, precious baby - into a girl, but there's no denying it. You are growing every day and I can't wait to keep watching as you do.
I love you, peanut!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
At any rate, I digress. My husband keeps his t-shirts on the top shelves of his closet and as he's gathered more and more from races and other events, they have simply stopped fitting no matter how I push and shove. So I told him he must sort through them and get rid of the ones he hasn't worn in the last two years. This, friends, is what I found. Just let me know if you need a t-shirt!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Today, after Emily was done eating lunch, I set her down on the family room floor by lots of fancy toys. Then, I remembered that Oscar had been sitting patiently by the back door waiting to come inside. I left Emily where she was, and went to let the cat in. On the way, I noticed a bug on the kitchen floor and stopped to gently trap it and set it free outside squish it. When I came back to where I left my peanut, she was nowhere to be found. Before I could panic though, I heard squeals of delight and this is what I found:
I guess potty training will be a breeze if she already likes the toilet so much!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
One of the things I looked forward to the most about having a baby was reading together. I pictured a little one snuggled up next to me as we re-read some of my childhood favorites and explored new children's books together. When Emily was very little - only a few weeks old - she would fall asleep while I read to her. But now, despite my persistent attempts, she screams and squirms every time I try to hold her on my lap and read a book to her. Last week we went to the children's section of our local library, and Emily had a blast playing with the toys scattered on the floor while I looked around at the thousands of books they had available. Soon, Emily came and found me and very selectively pulled three books off the shelf I was perusing. Her choices were a small hardback about a young duckling named Gossie, a Dr. Seuss classic entitled Yertle the Turtle, and a colorful selection called Heaven is Having You. She happily played with her books (okay, she tried to eat them) all the way home. Still, this seems like progress to me!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
At first, I didn't believe the people who told me that your babyhood would fly by; that I would find myself a little wistful for how small you used to be. But now, that's exactly what I'm doing. And this is how people get tricked into having more babies. They remember the smell of a newborn, how cute the first smile is, how adorable the tiny fingers and toes are - not the screaming, the dirty diapers - did I mention the screaming? But I digress. This has been the month of mobility. You began to crawl the day after you turned seven months old, and you haven't looked back since. It's been great, because you are getting much better about entertaining yourself, but you also get into everything! See exhibit A: