Bug is doing great! Yes, admittedly, her nickname has become Bug. Not sure how or when that happened, but regardless, that's what it is. LoL! She's passed out asleep right now where we had a great day today. Now that the weather is finally warming up around here, we're able to get outside and play. Today, after walking the property and finding a turkey feather, we saw the neighbors children playing, and went over so she could have a good time with them. Plus it gave me some good girl time. LoL!
Then, we come home and she tells her uncle all about the turkey feather, about petting the horse across the street, and about seeing an airplane. That's been the biggest thing for her lately. I live in a direct path from one military base to another, so there's often military air craft traffic through here. Well the other day, she was helping her daddy in the yard, and these two huge transport helicopters came over head. And they were low enough, that I told Bug to wave at them as they went by. That has been the hilight of her whole month. Everyone she talks to (including the pizza delivery guy), she has told about the helicopters going over. She's so funny.
And oh my gosh I LOVE her personality. Until she starts telling me no. Then, I don't love that part. But I do love the fact that she is ABLE to do it, after wondering for so long if she would even talk. LoL! Today proved just how hard her head was. I was doing dishes, and she insists on helping. So I was picking up some plates, well one of them was wet, where water had dripped from the top rack. So I pick up the plate and it starts to slip. Well I'm trying to keep it from falling and about an inch from her head, it drops.
So I cry out, I'm like "Oh no!" the plate proceeds to hit the top of her head right at the bottom and splits in two, falling to the floor. Here is the conversation that ensues.
Her: Mommy? Okay?
Me: Yes baby, I'm fine. Are you okay?
Her: I fine mommy! Plate broken.
Me: Yes, it's broken, are you sure you're okay?
Her: Yes mommy. (Proceeds to let me look through her hair to make sure there are no glass shards or splinters or anything.) Mommy all done?
Me: Yes baby. All done.
Her: Uh oh. Plate broken.
I shake my head at her completely unphased expression as she just keeps going. Oh my lord I'm in so much trouble! LMAO!
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Last Year in Review
Yep. It's that time again, when I go through and remember all of the ups and downs of 2012. We had a lot of firsts this year, and I have a picture that shows how much she's grown. I cry every time I see it, but I think I'll share it. She's still a tiny fart, just barely fitting into 2T clothes now, but the premie onesie I have for her with the knitted booties were too big for her tiny 4 lb 7 oz self when she came home.
A few more of her firsts, she was baptized this Easter at her grandpa's church. It was something that I was amazed as well as honored to have happen at grandma and grandpa's. Grandpa was honored too. It was a great Easter this year. We were able to visit the parents and we were able to spend a great amount of time down there. She had so much fun, going to see the ocean for the first time, playing at the beach, and swimming for the first time. She had a lot of firsts visiting her grandma and grandpa. And she loved every minute of it.
In May, we had our first real conversation, and I can say now that it hasn't stopped. And I couldn't be more tickled about it. And she's saying compound words too. Like today out of the blue she said "Mommy I want a peanut butter sandwich." and it wasn't perfect but I understood it. Other things she's said lately that are intelligible have been things like "Daddy broke my ahee." - "Daddy fix my ahee." - "Daddy fix my choo choo train." - "Where'd my grandpa go?" - "Quiet mommy, I'm talking to my grandpa." on her fake phone, and I mean, the list goes on and on. And I'm amazed that she's getting these compound words and making them understandable. The other day, she was on the phone with her Mimi and Papa and told them that mommy took pictures of a peacock in the back yard with her phone.
She's growing up so fast I can't stand it. She runs through the house now and it's so funny. I remember the house I grew up in. It was 900 sq ft and I remember growing up it was HUGE! In reality, the house that we're in now, that I've been in since I was younger thanks to my dad allowing us to buy it from him is almost twice as big, and is not small by any means, but I realized watching my daughter run down the hallway the other day like it was huge, that perception is everything when you're a kid.
Then we had the thing that every parent goes through, the scissor moment. Oh yes. That made me cry. We finally got her a real hair cut and it breaks my heart every time I brush her hair. LoL! Then for Thanksgiving we had grandma and grandpa up. Well they stayed at a hotel, but they were here every morning before we got up. So after they left, for the next two weeks, I woke up every morning to "Where'd grandpa go? Where'd grandma go?" and then my aunt made it down for Thanksgiving and after she left I had to hear "Where'd Aunt Susie go?" LoL!
She also, poor kid, got her first ear infection this year. It was a double ear infection and if I hadn't taken her to the doctor, I'd never known. It's been a big year of firsts. I can't wait to see what this year brings. With any luck, it'll bring lots of good and lots of giggles. Until then...I'm out peeps!
A few more of her firsts, she was baptized this Easter at her grandpa's church. It was something that I was amazed as well as honored to have happen at grandma and grandpa's. Grandpa was honored too. It was a great Easter this year. We were able to visit the parents and we were able to spend a great amount of time down there. She had so much fun, going to see the ocean for the first time, playing at the beach, and swimming for the first time. She had a lot of firsts visiting her grandma and grandpa. And she loved every minute of it.
In May, we had our first real conversation, and I can say now that it hasn't stopped. And I couldn't be more tickled about it. And she's saying compound words too. Like today out of the blue she said "Mommy I want a peanut butter sandwich." and it wasn't perfect but I understood it. Other things she's said lately that are intelligible have been things like "Daddy broke my ahee." - "Daddy fix my ahee." - "Daddy fix my choo choo train." - "Where'd my grandpa go?" - "Quiet mommy, I'm talking to my grandpa." on her fake phone, and I mean, the list goes on and on. And I'm amazed that she's getting these compound words and making them understandable. The other day, she was on the phone with her Mimi and Papa and told them that mommy took pictures of a peacock in the back yard with her phone.
She's growing up so fast I can't stand it. She runs through the house now and it's so funny. I remember the house I grew up in. It was 900 sq ft and I remember growing up it was HUGE! In reality, the house that we're in now, that I've been in since I was younger thanks to my dad allowing us to buy it from him is almost twice as big, and is not small by any means, but I realized watching my daughter run down the hallway the other day like it was huge, that perception is everything when you're a kid.
Then we had the thing that every parent goes through, the scissor moment. Oh yes. That made me cry. We finally got her a real hair cut and it breaks my heart every time I brush her hair. LoL! Then for Thanksgiving we had grandma and grandpa up. Well they stayed at a hotel, but they were here every morning before we got up. So after they left, for the next two weeks, I woke up every morning to "Where'd grandpa go? Where'd grandma go?" and then my aunt made it down for Thanksgiving and after she left I had to hear "Where'd Aunt Susie go?" LoL!
She also, poor kid, got her first ear infection this year. It was a double ear infection and if I hadn't taken her to the doctor, I'd never known. It's been a big year of firsts. I can't wait to see what this year brings. With any luck, it'll bring lots of good and lots of giggles. Until then...I'm out peeps!
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Dear Chance (Part 5)
Yesterday, a great tragedy befell our country. A man walked into an elementary school and murdered twenty children and six adults. A senseless act that took the lives of little kids and for what reason, is still unknown. I look at you and I've hugged you a little tighter the last couple of days. Given a little more patience. Felt a little more grateful that you're here, pestering the crap out of me for more and more Dora. The more and more I see on the television, the more it solidifies the thought of home schooling. Even taking you to school for speech therapy isn't appealing to me. And I know that this isn't something that's going to happen in every school, or for other shootings, at every mall or movie theater. But the thought of you being unsafe, rattles me.
When I was younger, I was scared of having kids. I had a lot of reasons. Most of them were irrational, but some of them were founded. I worried about being able to keep you safe and it's turning out more and more that it's not ever going to be up to me. I can only do what I can, and the rest is in God's hands. I struggle with that sometimes as a mom. Like when you're sick. You're dealing with you first ear infection ever, and it's a double ear infection. You're on the bubble gum flavored Amoxicillin and you hate it. The first time I gave it to you I had to hold you down and force it. Now, you may give me a bit of protest, but you will take it on your own. The doctor told me the other day that you were one of the toughest kids she's ever met, and she's from California. She said that you have a double ear infection and still are managing to play and smile. She said she doesn't know any kids out there that can tolerate that much pain. LoL! You're a tough snot.
You're favorite thing to watch, has been Disney movies (Thank God), and Dora the Explorer. I could take or leave Dora, and maybe I'm just too literal with things in the show, but I'm with you on the Disney movies all day. You've really been talking more and more lately and just popping off with just random moments of attitude. Girl, your attitude is just ... you are ALL your daddy there. LoL! Now of course daddy would disagree there and tell you it's the other way around, but really it's not. LoL! Anyway little girl, it's your nap time and honestly, being sick myself, I am right there with you and we're fixin to go lay down. I love you little girl. You're my whole world.
When I was younger, I was scared of having kids. I had a lot of reasons. Most of them were irrational, but some of them were founded. I worried about being able to keep you safe and it's turning out more and more that it's not ever going to be up to me. I can only do what I can, and the rest is in God's hands. I struggle with that sometimes as a mom. Like when you're sick. You're dealing with you first ear infection ever, and it's a double ear infection. You're on the bubble gum flavored Amoxicillin and you hate it. The first time I gave it to you I had to hold you down and force it. Now, you may give me a bit of protest, but you will take it on your own. The doctor told me the other day that you were one of the toughest kids she's ever met, and she's from California. She said that you have a double ear infection and still are managing to play and smile. She said she doesn't know any kids out there that can tolerate that much pain. LoL! You're a tough snot.
You're favorite thing to watch, has been Disney movies (Thank God), and Dora the Explorer. I could take or leave Dora, and maybe I'm just too literal with things in the show, but I'm with you on the Disney movies all day. You've really been talking more and more lately and just popping off with just random moments of attitude. Girl, your attitude is just ... you are ALL your daddy there. LoL! Now of course daddy would disagree there and tell you it's the other way around, but really it's not. LoL! Anyway little girl, it's your nap time and honestly, being sick myself, I am right there with you and we're fixin to go lay down. I love you little girl. You're my whole world.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
As of late...
Well it's been a while, once again. Sorry. No excuses. Lots happened. Most recently came the infamous scissor incident. Yes, every one of you with children knows where I'm going with this. She got a hold of some scissors and gave herself a haircut. Oh yeah. So I almost cried. her hair is down to the middle of her back and she chopped it off. This was three days ago.
Well last night, she's laying there in bed, and I think she's asleep. All of a sudden she breaks the silence. "Mommy, I'm sorry." I'm scratching my head, she's done nothing wrong that I know of in at least two hours. "Baby, what are you sorry for." In the most sincere voice, I hear "I cut my hair." I almost cried. I told her it was okay and she reached over and gave me a hug and kiss then laid down. I felt so humbled. Bless her heart after so long, she apologized. It immediately put me in mind of when I was younger.
When I was little, my family and I used to travel to see family between Tennessee and Michigan. It was a long drive that we made and it seemed to take forever. Well one year, we were on our way back and I'd left my wallet at a restaurant. And there was my ID, some money and some miniature dice that my cousin had given me, in this wallet. And I remember the dice were more important than anything, but I tell my dad. He was so mad that we had to turn around. (In reality he was just a little irritated, but to me, he was mad as the devil. Of course at eleven, you know things are so much worse than reality). So we drive all the way back to the restaurant (I can't remember how far), daddy runs inside and gets my wallet then comes back out. He was spittin mad. (Again, to the mind of an eleven year old). So we get back on the road, and in all my childhood wisdom after what seemed like an hour, I hand all the money in my little wallet to my mom and I tell her to give it to my dad, to pay for the gas that he spent turning around for my wallet.
She's growing up so fast, and at times, I can't stand it. I want to keep her young forever at times. She's getting so mature and she's barely three. She is all about helping with the cleaning be it dishes, sweeping, mopping. or cleaning. Such a big girl.
Well last night, she's laying there in bed, and I think she's asleep. All of a sudden she breaks the silence. "Mommy, I'm sorry." I'm scratching my head, she's done nothing wrong that I know of in at least two hours. "Baby, what are you sorry for." In the most sincere voice, I hear "I cut my hair." I almost cried. I told her it was okay and she reached over and gave me a hug and kiss then laid down. I felt so humbled. Bless her heart after so long, she apologized. It immediately put me in mind of when I was younger.
When I was little, my family and I used to travel to see family between Tennessee and Michigan. It was a long drive that we made and it seemed to take forever. Well one year, we were on our way back and I'd left my wallet at a restaurant. And there was my ID, some money and some miniature dice that my cousin had given me, in this wallet. And I remember the dice were more important than anything, but I tell my dad. He was so mad that we had to turn around. (In reality he was just a little irritated, but to me, he was mad as the devil. Of course at eleven, you know things are so much worse than reality). So we drive all the way back to the restaurant (I can't remember how far), daddy runs inside and gets my wallet then comes back out. He was spittin mad. (Again, to the mind of an eleven year old). So we get back on the road, and in all my childhood wisdom after what seemed like an hour, I hand all the money in my little wallet to my mom and I tell her to give it to my dad, to pay for the gas that he spent turning around for my wallet.
She's growing up so fast, and at times, I can't stand it. I want to keep her young forever at times. She's getting so mature and she's barely three. She is all about helping with the cleaning be it dishes, sweeping, mopping. or cleaning. Such a big girl.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Dear Chance (Part 4)
Dear Chance,
It's been a while since I've done a letter to you on here so I figured I would go for it. :) You're three now. I can't believe it. I look back at pictures of the last year and I cant believe how much you've grown. You're finally 26 lbs now, finally having full on conversations and you're asking why a million times a day. Well let me clarify, you're not asking why, but you're asking because. I'll tell you to do something and you'll go "Because?" and I'll say "Because..." whatever reason. Then of course you'll ask me a million times before I finally just tell you "Because I said so." LoL!
You're drinking out of a big girl cup now and playing with everything you can get your hands on. Your favorite thing to watch on Netflix right now is Horseland, Curious George or Rainbow Bright and the Star Stealer. I've seen the movie at least sixteen times in the last week, and that's not an exaggeration. However, I just put Space Camp in the Play Station and you are really digging this movie. Especially Max. With any luck...I can get sick of this movie, which will take a LONG time.
You're talking more and more. And intelligible to boot! You definitely get your love of animals from me, and we're learning how to be nice to the animals in stead of being mean. We're starting speech therapy with the Elementary school around the corner here on Monday and hopefully that will work out for you as well as your other therapist did.
The other day you walked up to me, gave me the sign for I Love You and told me you wanted to talk to your Gramma. So we Skyped. Then a couple of days later, you pestered me for half an hour to talk to your Grampa. So we Skyped then too. LoL! It's awesome you differentiate between your Gramma and Grampa, and your Mimi and Papa. Gramma and Grampa are coming for Thanksgiving and you are so excited every time we talk about it, the other day you asked when you were gonna see them. It was awesome.
Well I guess that's about it for now. I'm going to get going so we can finish the movie. I love you darlin. I can't believe you're three already. Where does the time go?
It's been a while since I've done a letter to you on here so I figured I would go for it. :) You're three now. I can't believe it. I look back at pictures of the last year and I cant believe how much you've grown. You're finally 26 lbs now, finally having full on conversations and you're asking why a million times a day. Well let me clarify, you're not asking why, but you're asking because. I'll tell you to do something and you'll go "Because?" and I'll say "Because..." whatever reason. Then of course you'll ask me a million times before I finally just tell you "Because I said so." LoL!
You're drinking out of a big girl cup now and playing with everything you can get your hands on. Your favorite thing to watch on Netflix right now is Horseland, Curious George or Rainbow Bright and the Star Stealer. I've seen the movie at least sixteen times in the last week, and that's not an exaggeration. However, I just put Space Camp in the Play Station and you are really digging this movie. Especially Max. With any luck...I can get sick of this movie, which will take a LONG time.
You're talking more and more. And intelligible to boot! You definitely get your love of animals from me, and we're learning how to be nice to the animals in stead of being mean. We're starting speech therapy with the Elementary school around the corner here on Monday and hopefully that will work out for you as well as your other therapist did.
The other day you walked up to me, gave me the sign for I Love You and told me you wanted to talk to your Gramma. So we Skyped. Then a couple of days later, you pestered me for half an hour to talk to your Grampa. So we Skyped then too. LoL! It's awesome you differentiate between your Gramma and Grampa, and your Mimi and Papa. Gramma and Grampa are coming for Thanksgiving and you are so excited every time we talk about it, the other day you asked when you were gonna see them. It was awesome.
Well I guess that's about it for now. I'm going to get going so we can finish the movie. I love you darlin. I can't believe you're three already. Where does the time go?
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Mommy Moments
So I'm writing tonight to talk about the love from a mother to a child. And I don't just mean human mother to child either. Let me explain. A few weeks ago, a little kitty showed up on our doorstep. This little boy was alone, and it was wet since it had been raining, and the poor little guy just looked miserable. My brother in law had gone to the mailbox with my daughter, and on the way back, found him. So he brings him in and goes to the store.
Within half an hour, this little guy decides, I'm his person and that's that. Little did I know that meant I am now his bed, his bathtub, his venter and his feeder. LoL! Everyone in the house will feed/water if they see his bowls are empty, but if they're empty and no one notices, he will come and GET me.
So a couple of days later this second little black cat shows up on my porch. Looks almost identical to my little guy which by this point has been called Ducati. Yes, after the motorcycle. I didn't have any say so in that. But whatever. Not what I would have called him, in fact, most of the time I call him Snuggle Butt or Cat. Regardless, this other little kitty shows up and my husband is like "NO WAY! I already took in one cat I didn't want, the other one needs to just go on."
So we look at it, and it looks like it's maybe a next generation, like Ducati's brother or something. It was too small to be a parent. Well, push comes to shove, we started feeding the little girl because she was so thin, and after about a week, she literally grew. And she grew fast. She started filling out, she started looking better, her coat started shining and I soon realized, we didn't have sister. We had mama outside and baby inside. So, baby's still growing and thankfully mama is putting on weight, though still outside.
A few days after starting to feed her, I went out there and I resigned to petting her. Which, don't tell my husband I said this, but he'd been talking to and petting/holding her all along. He finally admitted it after the not wanting another cat comment. LoL! But see...I'd been resistant for so long because I am very easily attached to animals. I didn't want to get attached if she was just gonna move on. But she didn't. Over the next few days I started noticing her watching in the windows, and her head popping up as she watched in on her son.
So when I went outside to say hello, she got up in my lap after I sat down, put one paw on each shoulder as if to say thank you, and rubbed her face in mine, meowing a short appreciation. It was as if she knew, I had been deemed by him, his person, and she knew, I was taking care of him. And by damn she wanted me to know that she appreciated it.
What's the point to this story? I guess it's that (to quote my awesome neighbor), if a mama cat can stick around to keep an eye on her little boy, and know just by his smell on my clothes that he's being well taken care of, then why is it there are so many stories of crimes against babies in this world? I mean, I couldn't figure out why Satin wouldn't go. (Yes, I've decided to call her Satin at the suggestion of my brother in law's sister, no matter what he calls her. LoL! Her almost solid black fur, just like her son's, feels like satin.) But I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't leave. Now I know. Would I do that if it was my little girl? Hell yes! Now I realize that they are cats, we are not. But the fact of the matter is, point blank, a mothers love, never changes. It doesn't matter the species of mammal, a mothers love, a TRUE mother's love, will stay strong, regardless.
I guess that's about all I have for this entry. Will post more probably in the next couple of days. Three years ago today I was admitted into the hospital, not knowing that in six days, I would be giving birth to my little girl. Seems impossible.
Within half an hour, this little guy decides, I'm his person and that's that. Little did I know that meant I am now his bed, his bathtub, his venter and his feeder. LoL! Everyone in the house will feed/water if they see his bowls are empty, but if they're empty and no one notices, he will come and GET me.
So a couple of days later this second little black cat shows up on my porch. Looks almost identical to my little guy which by this point has been called Ducati. Yes, after the motorcycle. I didn't have any say so in that. But whatever. Not what I would have called him, in fact, most of the time I call him Snuggle Butt or Cat. Regardless, this other little kitty shows up and my husband is like "NO WAY! I already took in one cat I didn't want, the other one needs to just go on."
So we look at it, and it looks like it's maybe a next generation, like Ducati's brother or something. It was too small to be a parent. Well, push comes to shove, we started feeding the little girl because she was so thin, and after about a week, she literally grew. And she grew fast. She started filling out, she started looking better, her coat started shining and I soon realized, we didn't have sister. We had mama outside and baby inside. So, baby's still growing and thankfully mama is putting on weight, though still outside.
A few days after starting to feed her, I went out there and I resigned to petting her. Which, don't tell my husband I said this, but he'd been talking to and petting/holding her all along. He finally admitted it after the not wanting another cat comment. LoL! But see...I'd been resistant for so long because I am very easily attached to animals. I didn't want to get attached if she was just gonna move on. But she didn't. Over the next few days I started noticing her watching in the windows, and her head popping up as she watched in on her son.
So when I went outside to say hello, she got up in my lap after I sat down, put one paw on each shoulder as if to say thank you, and rubbed her face in mine, meowing a short appreciation. It was as if she knew, I had been deemed by him, his person, and she knew, I was taking care of him. And by damn she wanted me to know that she appreciated it.
What's the point to this story? I guess it's that (to quote my awesome neighbor), if a mama cat can stick around to keep an eye on her little boy, and know just by his smell on my clothes that he's being well taken care of, then why is it there are so many stories of crimes against babies in this world? I mean, I couldn't figure out why Satin wouldn't go. (Yes, I've decided to call her Satin at the suggestion of my brother in law's sister, no matter what he calls her. LoL! Her almost solid black fur, just like her son's, feels like satin.) But I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't leave. Now I know. Would I do that if it was my little girl? Hell yes! Now I realize that they are cats, we are not. But the fact of the matter is, point blank, a mothers love, never changes. It doesn't matter the species of mammal, a mothers love, a TRUE mother's love, will stay strong, regardless.
I guess that's about all I have for this entry. Will post more probably in the next couple of days. Three years ago today I was admitted into the hospital, not knowing that in six days, I would be giving birth to my little girl. Seems impossible.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Funnies
Little girl's had quite a few funny little moments as of late. But there's a couple of them that make me throw my head back. Moment one, the other day, while listening to Jack FM on my phone, Prince came on. And I can't think of the specific song at the moment, but I turn around while doing dishes, and Chance is break dancing. That's right. She's break dancing. To PRINCE! LMAO! I couldn't stop laughing I laughed so hard! I didn't know if I should have been laughing, or scared. I finally decided upon laughing.
Second funny moment, and you want to talk about her paying attention...The other night, she sees her daddy finish off his beer. No big deal, daddy doesn't drink a beer very often. Anyway, he finishes it off, she gets in the fridge, gets out a new one from the drawer in the fridge and gives it to her daddy. It was so cool.
She's grown so much lately! Its incredible to think in just over a month, she's going to be 3. Where does the time go?
Second funny moment, and you want to talk about her paying attention...The other night, she sees her daddy finish off his beer. No big deal, daddy doesn't drink a beer very often. Anyway, he finishes it off, she gets in the fridge, gets out a new one from the drawer in the fridge and gives it to her daddy. It was so cool.
She's grown so much lately! Its incredible to think in just over a month, she's going to be 3. Where does the time go?
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