Friday, August 26, 2011
The truth is- you are ten months old. That’s how long I baked you in my tummy. Then you came. It was wonderful. Now I can’t imagine it any other way. You are my happiness, my life, and my dream come true. Thank you for letting me be your mommy.
[ten months baked]
What I have not shared is that you are in the big girl class at school now. The one where you sleep on cots (aye!) and eat at the table. The one where you play outside and dance and sing songs with your classmates. Not the one where you sleep in a crib, or have bottles all day. Not the one where you stay in the safety of the indoors and spend your day snoozing. Nope. The next one after that. Wow.
You push around your dinosaur (daddy’s gift to you) all evening long, letting go of the handle a little more each day. You have learned to balance your weight and stand up straight. You are up more than you are down. Your teacher tells me you will be walking in the next week or two. I’m not ready. Just like for sitting up and crawling. I don’t care.
What a personality. You mimic “I love you” and say mom mom and dada all the time. We taught you the sign for “more” because you would scream for more after every bite. Meal times are much easier now and we are going to work on “please” next.
People keep mentioning Fall is coming. And October. And Halloween. All of that only means ONE thing to me. I think you know what I mean.
Stay little, my precious bug.
Friday, August 19, 2011
There is a brief period when we get home from work and daycare when we lay on our bed and unwind, kiss, cuddle, cool off from the drive home, and just reconnect after the long day. After this, a whirlwind of Daddy, dinner, baths, stories and games ensues, and then it’s bedtime. Even if it’s just five minutes, this time is so special for us.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Like I have it all together.
|Little girl, you are always like this at 7am. I LOVE you.|
Truth. We are up early. It’s Saturday. We have had breakfast. Paisley threw half of it on the floor. Dad is sleeping. Hmm… going outside would be a nice distraction. DAMMIT!-Sprinklers just came on. Okay, maybe a walk. Oh gawd – I’m atrocious. I can’t leave my house like this. Hat. Sunglasses. Sportsbra. Yes. (I have to walk? Can Paisley push me? Maybe she’ll fall asleep and I can go back inside and lay on the couch and drink my coffee?)
I think I’ll wear this all day. Then I’ll look like the mom who totally exercises and gets up early.
It's totally okay to pretend :)
Truth: I don’t want to wash off yesterday’s mascara. Don’t want to brush my hair.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Pea had her 9 month well baby check
I got a new niece, Pea got a new cousin
I forgot what 8 pounds feels like
With things that aren’t real “toys”
And with cousins
And swam in a big pool for the first time
Did not nap well
Spent time outside
But not enough
Pea and Daddy colored
We went on jammie walks, too
Life is good.