Saturday, September 27, 2008
Happy 22 Months Birthday!
Holy Cow! your 22 month day passed, and i didn't even realize it until two days later. and then didn't get around to posting about it until 3 days later. it's almost october. i don't know where the time is going! i'm changing the date on the post to the right day - the 27th.... i can't believe you'll be 2 and sam will be 5 in less than two months.
you are getting bigger and bigger, despite having days where you eat almost nothing. being sick last week didn't help with that whole eating thing, but luckily, you didn't get the stomach bug as bad as sam and daddy.
you wear 24 month and 2T clothes, for the most part, and you skipped right over size 6, into a size 7 shoe. i'm not sure how this happened.
your hair is getting longer and longer, and i think it's almost time to give you your first haircut. i'm not sure if i want to try to do it myself, or if we'll need to take you somewhere. for sam's first haircut, at about your age, i started with the scissors and quickly learned he was going to be way too wiggly for my amateur cutting skills. so, we got the clippers out and buzzed it. i promise NOT to do this to you.
you are getting more and more expressive all the time. you string lots of words together. you have pavlovian responses to the sound of a bag crinkling, or pieces of skittles or m&ms clanking against each other. instead of drooling, though, you say "i want some! i want some! i want some!" and you persist until either we give you some of whatever it is that you want, or until you collapse onto the floor in a fit of crying and screaming. usually you forget or get over it with some kind of distraction, but the fits have been frequent lately. i think it's a combination of feeling frustrated with your inability to communicate the way you want to, plus just not knowing how to deal with the word "no!" you also might be getting your molars. i don't feel anything back there yet, but it's about time for those teeth to show up, and you sure have been crankier than usual over the past few weeks. yesterday it looked like you were sticking your tongue back there on your gums a lot.
you are 100% obsessed with the wiggles. every few days your favorite character seems to change. at first it was Wags. then it was Sam (i'm guessing this has something to do with your brother being named sam.) then it was Henry the Octopus, then Dorothy the Dinosaur. today in the car, you were trying to sing "toot too, chugga chugga, big red car." it came out sounding more like "big red cah.....too too chuh chuh....(something something something...)," but we could definitely tell what you were singing.
you are really interested in bugs and little critters. you like to go watch amy run around in her cage, or burrow under the wood shavings, or eat her food. you slip her goldfish crackers, when you think we're not looking. you also like to find little beetles or moths or whatever has found its way into the house, and you come and tell us that you found a bug, then watch with interest when i scoop whatever it is up and throw it outside. last week at the park, there was a bumblebee kind of languishing on the sidewalk, and you seemed to know there was something wrong with it. you didn't want to leave it when it was time to keep walking, and you kept turning back to it and saying, "awwww. awwwww," with a pitiful look on your face. maybe someday you'll be a veterinarian. do they have bug vets? maybe not.
it's so neat watching you turn into this beautiful little girl.
i love you!
love, mom
Monday, September 15, 2008
you love the park
Monday, September 8, 2008
Your new favorite phrase is "bad girl."
don't ask me why... maybe it's because you are bad to the bone, like this first picture suggests.
we had church in the park this past weekend, and you had all kinds of fun. you didn't seem too jazzed about the slide, once you got to the top and realized what you were in for, but you went down anyway. and you weren't scared of the swing at all. we're not used to having such a fearless kid. i guess we should have learned when you dove out of the shopping cart a long time ago that we're going to have to keep an eye on you. 4 eyes, whenever we can spare them. 6, including sam's. and also the eyes of whoever else happens to be around at the time. at any rate, your knees are all banged up, and you are covered in mosquito bites. i don't really think you mind too much, though. you're always pointing out your booboos, like you're proud of them.
here's a picture of you staring at julia. you really like her. don't go getting any ideas about wanting a little sister.
love, mom
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