Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Pink Boots, yes please
Zoe B loves these pink boots. If I try to put on her other shoes and the pink boots are in her line of vision, she points at them and says, "eh eh eh"!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Dear "I love to stick my hands in the toilet bowl" Zoe B
Dear Rascal,
Let me tell you a little story. Every night at bedtime, we put on some soft music and crawl into our big king-sized bed and read a few books together. Tonight, I got cued up the music and grabbed "Time for Bed" and "Oh What a Busy Day" and I sat you down next to me on the bed. You looked up at me and snickered, grabbed the book out of my hand, flipped over, slid off the bed and hopped onto your bike and rode off into the bathroom. (What was your bike [read: Fropper] doing there, you ask? You prefer it to most other modes of transport, so it's never far from where you are.) Next thing I know, your hands are in the toilet. THE TOILET. Come on, dude.
I love your rascally side. Probably because I have a rascally side, too. I'm sure when you get older you will hear all kinds of stories about what a rascal I was when I was your age.
You have become such a skilled communicator in the last month or so. You still seem to want nothing to do with the baby sign language, but that's fine because you've got your ways of letting me know how it is. You shake your head no and furrow your brow when you mean no. You say "yeah" when you mean "yes" - who needs sign language when you can say words? Chumps? You don't say much else, but you totally know what we're talking about. If I say, "Want to go night night?", you'll start waving at everyone if you do. If you don't, you'll shake your head no. You're PART OF THE CONVERSATION. It's awesome.
Still no walking. If I say, "Can you stand by yourself?" you will - and you'll kind of lean side to side like you're in a yoga class. You can take a step here and there, but don't seem to be in any hurry to actually walk. Personally, I think this might have to do with the huge task your body is involved in with these mammoth molars that are working their way out. Or, rather, ONE is. It is HUGE in your little mouth - swollen and all reddish. One thing at a time - that's what I say. The only time I really get anxious for you to walk is when you want to get down and explore when we're in dirty restaurants. Whatever. Take your time, sweet thing. No hurry. But if you are riding your Fropper down the aisle when you get married because you never bothered to learn to walk don't think I won't be laughing.
I love you, bean. Every night when I get in bed, I stare at your little face for at least ten minutes. The cheeks just bring it every time.
Love,
MOMMA
Let me tell you a little story. Every night at bedtime, we put on some soft music and crawl into our big king-sized bed and read a few books together. Tonight, I got cued up the music and grabbed "Time for Bed" and "Oh What a Busy Day" and I sat you down next to me on the bed. You looked up at me and snickered, grabbed the book out of my hand, flipped over, slid off the bed and hopped onto your bike and rode off into the bathroom. (What was your bike [read: Fropper] doing there, you ask? You prefer it to most other modes of transport, so it's never far from where you are.) Next thing I know, your hands are in the toilet. THE TOILET. Come on, dude.
I love your rascally side. Probably because I have a rascally side, too. I'm sure when you get older you will hear all kinds of stories about what a rascal I was when I was your age.
You have become such a skilled communicator in the last month or so. You still seem to want nothing to do with the baby sign language, but that's fine because you've got your ways of letting me know how it is. You shake your head no and furrow your brow when you mean no. You say "yeah" when you mean "yes" - who needs sign language when you can say words? Chumps? You don't say much else, but you totally know what we're talking about. If I say, "Want to go night night?", you'll start waving at everyone if you do. If you don't, you'll shake your head no. You're PART OF THE CONVERSATION. It's awesome.
Still no walking. If I say, "Can you stand by yourself?" you will - and you'll kind of lean side to side like you're in a yoga class. You can take a step here and there, but don't seem to be in any hurry to actually walk. Personally, I think this might have to do with the huge task your body is involved in with these mammoth molars that are working their way out. Or, rather, ONE is. It is HUGE in your little mouth - swollen and all reddish. One thing at a time - that's what I say. The only time I really get anxious for you to walk is when you want to get down and explore when we're in dirty restaurants. Whatever. Take your time, sweet thing. No hurry. But if you are riding your Fropper down the aisle when you get married because you never bothered to learn to walk don't think I won't be laughing.
I love you, bean. Every night when I get in bed, I stare at your little face for at least ten minutes. The cheeks just bring it every time.
Love,
MOMMA
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A letter from Grandpa David
Zoe,
I want you to know that we have the best of times when I come over to your house.
The first thing we do is go up the stairs. You usually stop half way up to see if you Momma is watching and if she is you smile and continue. When we get to the top of the stairs you always stop and check out the rooms. You look in Jack’s room and see all the play animals looking back then head into Josie’s room. You have a favorite toy behind the door. We have to close the door so you can play with the carousel. You are getting good at opening it up and then you look at me to wind it up. When I am done winding it I tell you to press the button and you do. All of a sudden your mouth drops open and and your eyes get big and you begin to dance in place. Its so cute to watch Zoe, you give your grandpa David a lot of joy doing that.
The next thing you do is head over to the chest of drawers and climb up and stand on your tip toes trying to get to a photo of Josie, Jack and yourself. It’s a favorite of yours.
I get it down for you and you look at it and smile and make conversation. I wish I knew what it is that you say. Some day soon you will let me in on it.
You then head over to the metal cabinets to pull things off it and drop them in the floor.
That is most fun for you. You do it and don’t even look, you just keep pulling things off.
When you are tired of playing you can open the door by yourself and then head to the staircase. I have a hard time keeping up to you on your way down now. You have made going down the stairs a slide and away you go. Its so fun to see you sliding down the stairs on your belly. You can beat me down the stairs now! I remember when you were first learning to go down and how tentative you were. Not any longer, you know no fear.
The little scooter your Grandma Jackie got you is a favorite with you now. It didn’t take you long to figure out how to make it go and now you are an expert. You learn things so quickly Zoe.
You like looking at books from your bookcase. You turn the pages on your own, which amazes me. I can hardly wait til your folks teach you to read. I know you will devour those books.
You enjoy looking out the big windows in the living room with me as we lay on the floor. You think you should be able to go right through the glass to the play station in the back yard. You stand up on the windows edge and pound on the glass, which is scary to me.
Another item you enjoy is putting the little balls into the holes on your tent and watching them go around and down onto the floor. We do that for a while til you get bored and want to do something else. Zoe, you remind me so much of your Mom when she was your age. Sometime I just stare at you and you look at me like you are saying, “What’s up old dude?” I have to laugh at that face Zoe. You are just so much fun to be with.
When its time for me to go home, you wave to me from your Mom’s arms and I know that you are saying, “See you later, old dude.” You are certainly special to me Zoe B.
I want you to know that we have the best of times when I come over to your house.
The first thing we do is go up the stairs. You usually stop half way up to see if you Momma is watching and if she is you smile and continue. When we get to the top of the stairs you always stop and check out the rooms. You look in Jack’s room and see all the play animals looking back then head into Josie’s room. You have a favorite toy behind the door. We have to close the door so you can play with the carousel. You are getting good at opening it up and then you look at me to wind it up. When I am done winding it I tell you to press the button and you do. All of a sudden your mouth drops open and and your eyes get big and you begin to dance in place. Its so cute to watch Zoe, you give your grandpa David a lot of joy doing that.
The next thing you do is head over to the chest of drawers and climb up and stand on your tip toes trying to get to a photo of Josie, Jack and yourself. It’s a favorite of yours.
I get it down for you and you look at it and smile and make conversation. I wish I knew what it is that you say. Some day soon you will let me in on it.
You then head over to the metal cabinets to pull things off it and drop them in the floor.
That is most fun for you. You do it and don’t even look, you just keep pulling things off.
When you are tired of playing you can open the door by yourself and then head to the staircase. I have a hard time keeping up to you on your way down now. You have made going down the stairs a slide and away you go. Its so fun to see you sliding down the stairs on your belly. You can beat me down the stairs now! I remember when you were first learning to go down and how tentative you were. Not any longer, you know no fear.
The little scooter your Grandma Jackie got you is a favorite with you now. It didn’t take you long to figure out how to make it go and now you are an expert. You learn things so quickly Zoe.
You like looking at books from your bookcase. You turn the pages on your own, which amazes me. I can hardly wait til your folks teach you to read. I know you will devour those books.
You enjoy looking out the big windows in the living room with me as we lay on the floor. You think you should be able to go right through the glass to the play station in the back yard. You stand up on the windows edge and pound on the glass, which is scary to me.
Another item you enjoy is putting the little balls into the holes on your tent and watching them go around and down onto the floor. We do that for a while til you get bored and want to do something else. Zoe, you remind me so much of your Mom when she was your age. Sometime I just stare at you and you look at me like you are saying, “What’s up old dude?” I have to laugh at that face Zoe. You are just so much fun to be with.
When its time for me to go home, you wave to me from your Mom’s arms and I know that you are saying, “See you later, old dude.” You are certainly special to me Zoe B.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Dear Zoe B, 13 month old
Dear Zoe,
Right now you are sleeping in your own room! Your dad has decided that he's sick of using earplugs every night so that he isn't awakened by a screeching pterodactyl every few hours (molars - I'd scream, too, kid! And I did from what your Grandma Patty tells me) and I have to say I'm proud of him for lasting this long. He loves to wake up to you and snuggle, but he gets up early and goes to work so he needs a good night's sleep. So, tonight I put you to bed in the queen sized Tempurpedic bed in your room (I know...I'm ruining you for sleepovers. what an obnoxious kid you could be, "oh..I'd love to come to your birthday sleepover, but I am used to a Tempurpedic and just can't sleep on anything else...") and we will sleep there together. Your brother Jack doesn't like to sleep alone and he's counting down the days til you can sleep with him. Closer all the time, Jack! Still, you're my baby and sleeping in your own bed means you're growing up. Wah.
You have decided that you don't poop anywhere but in the tub these days. You love the tub...you would stay in there for hours if you could. Why not poop in there, too? You absolutely never want to get out. Jack and Josie think it is hilarious that you shake your head 'no' with MUCH gusto when they ask you if you want to get out. They think it's SO funny, in fact, they ask you if you want to get out of the tub ALL THE TIME. LIKE WHEN WE'RE IN THE CAR. And you look at them like, "Are you guys serious? You think I don't know I'm not in the tub right now?" Atta girl.
We got you a learning tower for Christmas and you absolutely love it. You can stand right next to me and "help" (read: throw everything within your reach on the floor) me cook or use your little laptop right next to mine. It's awesome. You haven't figured out how to climb up into it yet, but I'm sure it'll be a matter of days. Just like your bike - one minute you couldn't ride it, the next you could.
We started a music class called Kindermusik: Village last week. You, of course, think it is the best thing ever. By extension I do, too. I have to say, though, that I cringed a little when they said "the high pitched notes are the ones preferred by little ones so use them a lot." Hmmm. High notes. Me and high notes are not friends. They should have told me that singing high notes would be a requirement. Still, as a total fool in love with you, I will sing my horrible high notes to you all day long and in front of 9 other mom/baby couples at class because you love it. The end.
In the immortal words of pre-lameass Stevie Wonder, you are the sunshine of my life, you are the apple of my eye. It's just that simple.
I love you, bean. Every day I love you more.
Love,
Momma
Right now you are sleeping in your own room! Your dad has decided that he's sick of using earplugs every night so that he isn't awakened by a screeching pterodactyl every few hours (molars - I'd scream, too, kid! And I did from what your Grandma Patty tells me) and I have to say I'm proud of him for lasting this long. He loves to wake up to you and snuggle, but he gets up early and goes to work so he needs a good night's sleep. So, tonight I put you to bed in the queen sized Tempurpedic bed in your room (I know...I'm ruining you for sleepovers. what an obnoxious kid you could be, "oh..I'd love to come to your birthday sleepover, but I am used to a Tempurpedic and just can't sleep on anything else...") and we will sleep there together. Your brother Jack doesn't like to sleep alone and he's counting down the days til you can sleep with him. Closer all the time, Jack! Still, you're my baby and sleeping in your own bed means you're growing up. Wah.
You have decided that you don't poop anywhere but in the tub these days. You love the tub...you would stay in there for hours if you could. Why not poop in there, too? You absolutely never want to get out. Jack and Josie think it is hilarious that you shake your head 'no' with MUCH gusto when they ask you if you want to get out. They think it's SO funny, in fact, they ask you if you want to get out of the tub ALL THE TIME. LIKE WHEN WE'RE IN THE CAR. And you look at them like, "Are you guys serious? You think I don't know I'm not in the tub right now?" Atta girl.
We got you a learning tower for Christmas and you absolutely love it. You can stand right next to me and "help" (read: throw everything within your reach on the floor) me cook or use your little laptop right next to mine. It's awesome. You haven't figured out how to climb up into it yet, but I'm sure it'll be a matter of days. Just like your bike - one minute you couldn't ride it, the next you could.
We started a music class called Kindermusik: Village last week. You, of course, think it is the best thing ever. By extension I do, too. I have to say, though, that I cringed a little when they said "the high pitched notes are the ones preferred by little ones so use them a lot." Hmmm. High notes. Me and high notes are not friends. They should have told me that singing high notes would be a requirement. Still, as a total fool in love with you, I will sing my horrible high notes to you all day long and in front of 9 other mom/baby couples at class because you love it. The end.
In the immortal words of pre-lameass Stevie Wonder, you are the sunshine of my life, you are the apple of my eye. It's just that simple.
I love you, bean. Every day I love you more.
Love,
Momma
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Rascally Rabbit
This is the reason I haven't been able to get much posting done on this blog:
She's rascally as all get out. She wants the computer, the camera, the whatever I have and she usually naps a whopping 45 mins a day in the bed (she usually naps twice but one nap is almost always on my body). So....that leaves me with little time for computing.
I have to say that now that she's mastered the Fropper I think she's going to hold off on walking. The Fropper is a fast and easy mode of transport and she can hop on that thing and be in the next room in seconds, so why walk?
I have much to report, but she's rousing from her nap in the stroller. I'll be back soon. I hope.
She's rascally as all get out. She wants the computer, the camera, the whatever I have and she usually naps a whopping 45 mins a day in the bed (she usually naps twice but one nap is almost always on my body). So....that leaves me with little time for computing.
I have to say that now that she's mastered the Fropper I think she's going to hold off on walking. The Fropper is a fast and easy mode of transport and she can hop on that thing and be in the next room in seconds, so why walk?
I have much to report, but she's rousing from her nap in the stroller. I'll be back soon. I hope.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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