With all of the painting we are giving the new home (full, half full, empty) paint cans are EVERYWHERE. I haven't had you at the new home, or at least to wander because of this (wet walls, wet pans, brushes, etc.) are just too tempting to an expanding mind.
Today, I had you with us and the preschoolers because Nanny didn't have a spot open. So, I had no choice.
After we went to get the mail to open and read (you to tear apart and run with my ads), I literally looked away for a minute to read the Albertsons ad, when you start CRYING, and I mean crying... Great.
Come to find out, you dropped a full quart sized paint can on one of your feet. I was unsure which one as you just kept grabbing them, sobbing. Results are in, your right foot was the one injured, bleeding, and turning colors. Nanny phone call immediately as i'm walking around frantically with your injured foot in hand, your body laying in my arms, like i'm going to die if I touch the blood.
With all the years i've experienced thrown up, skinned knees, stubbed toes, everything you can imagine; it happened to MY OWN. So glad Nanny could keep me focused (run it under water and then inspect).. obviously, come on Kim. Get with it.
Still frantic, I call your dad to bring me a band-aid (when we moved in, this wasn't on the top of my list for a 1 year old's cabinet), and he did. He still thinks i'm crazy but what mom isn't! BRING ME THE BAND-AID haha
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Happy Number One, Lily Bug
Hello [First] birthday girl!
I have thought of this day for a whole year, and cannot express how whirlwinded I feel that it is actually here. I have spent 365 days learning you, playing with you, comforting you, teaching you, feeding you, sleeping with you, and falling in love with you (even more than at first sight- it WAS possible, even if I couldn't be convinced at birth that the love I had for you, would just grow).
In some ways you are still the same- tiny, needy, pretty, and happy
In some ways you are different- verbal, running, eating, entertaining, and full of this BIG personality
Some of your favorites at 1, are:
Favorite Food- Pears (but really, you will try anything we give you)
Favorite Veggie- Green Beans
Favorite Animal- cats & dogs
Favorite Toy- your music boombox
Favorite Friend- Gracie
Favorite Move- Headbang
First Word- Maaa Maaa (thank you, I did earn that I think)
Favorite Game- "wheres.... -enter what we want you to look for" Example: "Wheresssss Biiiiinkyyy!?".. and then, you literally look for it, walking around, looking around, until its found.
Throughout this year, we have become convinced that you will be involved in music at some point in your life. We understand that [most] children love songs, dancing, etc. but you take it a notch further. You will stand in front of a speaker, attached to anything (radio, tv, etc.) and crouch halfway bent over, throwing your head forward and backwards in a headbang motion. Sometimes, you even notice the music before we are even aware there is any. This awareness is brought forth only when we realize what you are doing, and it happens EVERYWHERE (grocery stores, Disneyland, parking lots (when cars pass by with music), movies, anything). You are just very aware when there is any type of music playing, anywhere you are, tired or not, you're down for the rocker moves; and if you are seated and not able to dance, your feet go a mile a minute, while your head bangs anyway. Seatbelts don't hold you back.
We have also learned that you are VERY smart. From the moment anyone met you (family, strangers, etc.), many of their first reactions were "wow, she is so alert". We had no clue what we would be in for.
Here are a few of my favorite examples.
1. We have locks on the drawers in the kitchen, so they only open about about a finger width unless you press down the latch to release the lock. Well, the kitchen bags were on the bottom drawer (with the foil, oven bags, etc.). You found out that if you put your fingers in the small slit and pulled the boxes toward the front, you could pull the bags out of the boxes (thus getting past the locks and latches that held you back). Well, we had to come up with a solution because you'd do it over and over and over and over (get the point, ALWAYS, over and over). So it was time for the ziplocs and other contents to go up a drawer, and the dish towels to come down a drawer to the previous ziploc bag drawer because theres no way you could pull the dishtowels out of the small slit, just mess with them (fine with us, less clean-up). A few days pass and we see you walk into the TV area with a bag (what the heck!?)... so we make you put it back, tell you no, you know all the normal stuff and then observe how you're doing it. Well, you've now found out that if you put all of your weight down on the drawer, the latch goes down with it and WA-LA you now have the ziploc bags that we thought we'd properly re-locked up. Sigh, and they call those "child-proof"
2. Poppy likes to play peek-a-boo with you, but it goes more like this: Poppy hides behind the cabinets in the kitchen around a turn and you so trustingly, but very cautiously go after him into the dark to find him. Well, one time after he kept "getting you", we see you go on the other side of the futon that separates the TV room from the kitchen area, and you crouch down, waiting for Poppy to come get you. Except this time, you're ready. You've not only crouched down, you have figured out that you can see exactly where he is if you watch him underneath the futon (because it doesn't sit on the floor, it sits about 4/5 inches above, allowing sight to the other side). This gave you time to run the opposite way around the futon from Poppy and creating entertainment for all watching your critical thinking at 11 months, insane.
You have learned so much in your first year, and it is truly amazing to watch your brain expand.
Smarts aside, you have this soft, sweet, "I could run to you and hug you everytime I see you" side. You melt my heart with your "maaaaaaaaaa" open mouth, plunge for mommy's lips, kisses; your need to hold hands when you're falling asleep or feel too far away from me (in your stroller, or on a drive); your little "wobble runs" for someone you love when they enter a room, even if they've only been gone 5 minutes and you've seen them all day; your sweet full arm waves at complete strangers; the way your eyes smile more than your lips do; and when your lips do smile, the sillyness of it that you still keep that binky in. Your heart is open wide for the world and you wear your love on the outside; what a strength this truly is Lily. I hope nothing ever changes this about you, that people respect your trust in them, and the love you give them.
Your love for animals is beyond my comprehension, especially for cats and dogs. You love Sydney and Penny as much as people, in my opinion. They will be sleeping on the floor and you will waltz over with your smiling eyes and mouth, binky in tow and flop your body so gently onto theirs, throwing your arms over the other side, with your head sideways on their body, doing your love sounds as I call them. (hmmm mmmm mmmm)
You have taught me more about myself than any book could ever try to. Everything I thought/predicted about motherhood has become so true, but you've really highlighted the things I underestimated: selflessness, energy, trust, compassion, and most importantly, unconditional love.
I look forward to the year you actually made it to a number (for a while, you were zero years old)
Heres to your number 1 and all it will bring for next years entry.
I love you.
I have thought of this day for a whole year, and cannot express how whirlwinded I feel that it is actually here. I have spent 365 days learning you, playing with you, comforting you, teaching you, feeding you, sleeping with you, and falling in love with you (even more than at first sight- it WAS possible, even if I couldn't be convinced at birth that the love I had for you, would just grow).
In some ways you are still the same- tiny, needy, pretty, and happy
In some ways you are different- verbal, running, eating, entertaining, and full of this BIG personality
Some of your favorites at 1, are:
Favorite Food- Pears (but really, you will try anything we give you)
Favorite Veggie- Green Beans
Favorite Animal- cats & dogs
Favorite Toy- your music boombox
Favorite Friend- Gracie
Favorite Move- Headbang
First Word- Maaa Maaa (thank you, I did earn that I think)
Favorite Game- "wheres.... -enter what we want you to look for" Example: "Wheresssss Biiiiinkyyy!?".. and then, you literally look for it, walking around, looking around, until its found.
Throughout this year, we have become convinced that you will be involved in music at some point in your life. We understand that [most] children love songs, dancing, etc. but you take it a notch further. You will stand in front of a speaker, attached to anything (radio, tv, etc.) and crouch halfway bent over, throwing your head forward and backwards in a headbang motion. Sometimes, you even notice the music before we are even aware there is any. This awareness is brought forth only when we realize what you are doing, and it happens EVERYWHERE (grocery stores, Disneyland, parking lots (when cars pass by with music), movies, anything). You are just very aware when there is any type of music playing, anywhere you are, tired or not, you're down for the rocker moves; and if you are seated and not able to dance, your feet go a mile a minute, while your head bangs anyway. Seatbelts don't hold you back.
We have also learned that you are VERY smart. From the moment anyone met you (family, strangers, etc.), many of their first reactions were "wow, she is so alert". We had no clue what we would be in for.
Here are a few of my favorite examples.
1. We have locks on the drawers in the kitchen, so they only open about about a finger width unless you press down the latch to release the lock. Well, the kitchen bags were on the bottom drawer (with the foil, oven bags, etc.). You found out that if you put your fingers in the small slit and pulled the boxes toward the front, you could pull the bags out of the boxes (thus getting past the locks and latches that held you back). Well, we had to come up with a solution because you'd do it over and over and over and over (get the point, ALWAYS, over and over). So it was time for the ziplocs and other contents to go up a drawer, and the dish towels to come down a drawer to the previous ziploc bag drawer because theres no way you could pull the dishtowels out of the small slit, just mess with them (fine with us, less clean-up). A few days pass and we see you walk into the TV area with a bag (what the heck!?)... so we make you put it back, tell you no, you know all the normal stuff and then observe how you're doing it. Well, you've now found out that if you put all of your weight down on the drawer, the latch goes down with it and WA-LA you now have the ziploc bags that we thought we'd properly re-locked up. Sigh, and they call those "child-proof"
2. Poppy likes to play peek-a-boo with you, but it goes more like this: Poppy hides behind the cabinets in the kitchen around a turn and you so trustingly, but very cautiously go after him into the dark to find him. Well, one time after he kept "getting you", we see you go on the other side of the futon that separates the TV room from the kitchen area, and you crouch down, waiting for Poppy to come get you. Except this time, you're ready. You've not only crouched down, you have figured out that you can see exactly where he is if you watch him underneath the futon (because it doesn't sit on the floor, it sits about 4/5 inches above, allowing sight to the other side). This gave you time to run the opposite way around the futon from Poppy and creating entertainment for all watching your critical thinking at 11 months, insane.
You have learned so much in your first year, and it is truly amazing to watch your brain expand.
Smarts aside, you have this soft, sweet, "I could run to you and hug you everytime I see you" side. You melt my heart with your "maaaaaaaaaa" open mouth, plunge for mommy's lips, kisses; your need to hold hands when you're falling asleep or feel too far away from me (in your stroller, or on a drive); your little "wobble runs" for someone you love when they enter a room, even if they've only been gone 5 minutes and you've seen them all day; your sweet full arm waves at complete strangers; the way your eyes smile more than your lips do; and when your lips do smile, the sillyness of it that you still keep that binky in. Your heart is open wide for the world and you wear your love on the outside; what a strength this truly is Lily. I hope nothing ever changes this about you, that people respect your trust in them, and the love you give them.
Your love for animals is beyond my comprehension, especially for cats and dogs. You love Sydney and Penny as much as people, in my opinion. They will be sleeping on the floor and you will waltz over with your smiling eyes and mouth, binky in tow and flop your body so gently onto theirs, throwing your arms over the other side, with your head sideways on their body, doing your love sounds as I call them. (hmmm mmmm mmmm)
You have taught me more about myself than any book could ever try to. Everything I thought/predicted about motherhood has become so true, but you've really highlighted the things I underestimated: selflessness, energy, trust, compassion, and most importantly, unconditional love.
I look forward to the year you actually made it to a number (for a while, you were zero years old)
Heres to your number 1 and all it will bring for next years entry.
I love you.
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