Saturday, December 27, 2008
Every morning when she decides she's awake, she pops up and hollers, "dada!?". She heads straight for the door and tries to pry it open with her little fingers. I go open it for her and she toddles to the living room to see who is awake and ready to play.
She plays peek-a-boo now. Although, it's not the cover your eyes, say peek-a-boo, and then uncover your eyes peek-a-boo that you're thinking. She'll spot someone from across the room, on the other side of the coffee table, or from around the corner, make eye contact, and then duck back again. Then when she pokes her head out and sees you again, she throws herself on the floor laughing her head off. Sometimes she snorts when she laughs so hard.
On Boxing Day, her dad and I took her to the mall playground. Why some parents decide that allowing their child to plow right into a toddler at the bottom of the slide or that running through a crowded indoor playground is OK is far beyond me.
Typically, I handle these children without manners quite well but yesterday I wasn't on my game. I was caught off guard more than once -- these children are quick! I mean one moment Molly is happily playing with the steering wheel on the crayon car and the next moment she's sandwiched between two older children who, I guess have decided that she doesn't need to be there. Normally, I'm more of a bodyguard in these situations and make it perfectly (and reasonably) clear that they can use the toy when she's done with it. I even follow through and go get the child to let them know when the toy is available. Anyways, I decided I needed to leave the play-area when a kid sprinted right past me and I non-chalantly bent my knee out and made him stumble. I was horrified once I realized that I had just tried to take out a five year old and told Grant, "I think I need to get out of here. I just tried to trip a kid."
We went and cruised the mall instead and then went to look at the puppy in the pet store window. She stood there and hollered at it. It was pretty funny. Now it's her bedtime. Good night!
* DISCLAIMER * The author of this blog does not support buying pets from a pet store, ESPECIALLY PUPPIES. Instead, adopt one from the pound or buy one from a very responsible breeder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A pony castle:
Or a troll bridge:
I have more but they're on my laptop -- which is a nine hour drive away :)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Not everybody is so infatuated with babies, however. You can tell who these people are as well. They will see a baby charging toward them and try really, really hard not to make eye contact with her or myself. They shift their whole body away and try to blend in with the bench they're sitting on. Or, they will look up and then back down without even cracking a smile. I can read a person like a book and they seem to be saying, "get your effing kid away from me." In this case, I just take her little hand and redirect her attention elsewhere.
As with most toddlers, she is obsessed with cellphones and anyone on their cell phone is an instant target. Little Molly can't be fooled either. As she would be beelining to somebody on their phone, I would pick her up and plop her down somewhere else. With her being a baby, I figured she would be too disoriented to find her way back to the person on the phone. Wrong. As soon as her feet touched ground, she pointed her little body back into the right direction and headed right for the cellphone talker. How did she know? We don't give babies enough credit.
Well I've gotta go find my toothbrush. She threw hers in the toilet the other day so I've been brushing her teeth with mine. This morning I let her carry it around the house and haven't seen it since. My teeth are a little fuzzy and my breath is smelly, I need to go to bed.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
While most people were stressed because their flight got cancelled, I was frazzled at the thought of having to return to the baggage carousel to retrieve my four ginourmous pieces of luggage. I was all by myself -- with a baby. You know those moments when you want to throw yourself down on the floor and cry for your mommy? This was one of those moments. I rented one of those fancy dancy luggage carts. I had to rent one, like a shopping cart, and for no other reason than luck did I happen to have a loonie on me that morning. Otherwise, I definitely would have thrown myself down and cried for my mommy.
At the baggage carousel...
I snagged the first Westjet employee I could find. I love Westjet employees. They're like Christmas elves, always so happy and willing to help in their colourful, striped shirts. Well, this woman had my bags stacked securely on the cart and me pointed in the right direction in about two minutes flat. I headed off to the desk to figure out the flight situation.
At this point Molly had just fallen asleep in the carrier. I stood in line and waited and waited and waited... Then, a George Clooney look-alike (in a striped shirt) noticed I was a poor mother all by her lonesome. He pulled me out of the line and said, "I'm going to take care of you personally". My only job was to stand there and do nothing while he went and figured everything out for me -- I could handle that. He would return periodically to give me updates and then finally returned and put me on a later flight of my choice and gave me a Westjet credit for my inconveniences. Very thankful, I asked for his full name before leaving (to send a nice letter telling Westjet how rad their employees are) to which he checked his watch and responded, "I'm sorry, I'm off right now and I've really got to get out of here." I looked at him confused to which he responded, "oh, my agent number is _ _ _ _" I guess I came across as hitting on him. I felt silly, and then I realized I had just been shot down... Ouch.
It ended up being a great day. I ran into a friend who's flight was also cancelled. Molly and I ended up staying at her place that night as both our flights weren't scheduled until the next morning. We went to see another friend who just had a baby. Her baby is two months old and I finally got to meet her! At two months post-natal, I sure wasn't together enough to whip together dinner for guests on such short notice but she was. I was quite impressed. Dinner was delicious and then we all stayed up late catching up and watching a movie before heading out to catch some zzz's.
The next morning, Molly and I caught our plane and were off to Edmonton! It was -28 there. It felt really cold. I need to go back to the arctic; the south is turning me into a softy. In Edmonton we stayed at Uncle Garnet's and Aunty Heather's. Grandpa and Aunty Darci showed up as well. Darci took over all the diaper changes and baths -- she'll make a great husband one day :) Molly was very excited to see her family. After Edmonton I visited with some friends in the sunny Okanagan. I saw my sister who is selling her jewellery in the mall, and now I have just arrived in Vancouver where, I guess is home now. I just need to find a place. I should rename this blog "Transient Mommy".
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I went into the playroom at one point and told the older kids, "if she starts to bother you just holler BABY! and I'll come get her". Well, she tried to take the socks off of one girl's feet and also tried taking their dollhouse for a walk. Other than that, everything was just peachy and they all had a gay old time together. She loved the balloons that were all over the place. She would walk around the house with a balloon three times the size of her head in her mouth; she probably thought the knot was a nipple... Silly baby. I don't know how she could see where she was going. Although, with just three weeks of walking under your belt, watching where you're going wouldn't really matter. One little guy found a plastic dog on a rope and he towed it throughout the house. Molly got sooo excited when she saw that toy; she laughed, hollered, shrieked, flapped her arms, stomped her feet and then followed the dog everywhere the boy pulled it.
Tonight, we went to see Santa Claus who was in town to light the big Christmas tree. He showed up on a firetruck! Santa was in the ladder which raised up to the top of the tree. Everybody counted to three and then he waved his hand and the tree lit up. Every single kid in the crowd nearly fell over; the expressions on their faces were priceless. One little girl's eyes were so huge I thought they were going to pop right out of their sockets. After the tree was lit, Santa was lowered to the ground -- right in front of us! He got out and walked right passed us; if Molly were two or three she would have fainted. Speaking of two year olds... Just then my friend's almost two year old whizzed right past me with her chasing behind. Apparently, as soon as Santa touched ground he bolted off to find him. She managed to keep up with him and he got to see Santa.
Now we're at home and Molly's asleep. Ahhh... Tomorrow we're going straight to Grammy's to have a full day of Christmas crafts and card making. I don't know what we'll make yet. I'm on my way to Google right now to find out!
Monday, December 1, 2008
- Run - yes I said run!
- Scribble on paper (and then eat the crayons when she's done)
- Brush her teeth - sort of
- Wash her face - sort of
- Give kisses
- Open the sliding door to the bathroom and go inside (little booger)
- Sit at the table at playgroup and eat snack with all the other kids without falling out of her chair
- Get mad
- Hold just about any object up to her ear like a telephone and say, "hello" in her high pitched voice
- Find the armholes in her shirts and the leg holes in her pants and help me get her dressed
- Point her chubby little toes so I can put her socks on
- Put on her toque and mitts - sort of
- Take off her toque and mitts
- Tear her shirt off like the Hulk if she doesn't want to get dressed right now
- Stack objects on top of each other
- Fall back to sleep on her own - sometimes
- Hold a glass and drink without spilling
- Drink a Steamer (steamed milk) from a straw at the coffee shop with Grammy
- Sound like a typewriter when she laughs really hard:
- Turn the roughest, toughest, looking strangers to goo
And new this morning:
- Drink out of the dog's water dish just like a dog!
It's December 1st! Christmas season has officially begun at our house (I wonder if the roommates know this!?). I wait until December to do anything because I can't stand all the commercialism of Christmas and don't believe we need to start celebrating it right after Remembrance Day. So, I bite my teeth and wait until exactly December first and then there's no stopping me!
Grammy, Molly and I made our first batch of Christmas cookies last night. OK, so it was still November but, we made an exception because it was the weekend. Otherwise we would have had to wait a FULL FIVE DAYS for another weekend to do our cookies.
Yesterday I picked up a Martha Stewart Living holiday edition magazine because I found a really cool card holder that I want to make. I picked it up at the thrift store, of course. Yes, I do buy magazines at the thrift store and for good reason -- I'm going to have the Christmasy-est house around thanks to second hand magazines OK? Today, I'm going to hang the paper snowflakes that I made last week... Paper snowflakes, by the way, are a winter craft NOT a Christmas craft so they are allowed before December 1st.
I've misplaced the download cord for my camera -- I think it may be in Vancouver, oops! I would like to show off our daily Christmas craft projects so I'll have to hunt it down. Oh, and of course pictures of Little One!
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Last night Grammy made a delicious spicy cashew chicken stirfry. It was sooo good and I got to take the leftovers home. When I got home, I dumped all my stuff and went to put Molly to bed... and fell asleep. I woke up at 5:30 in the morning remembering that they were still sitting out and put them in the fridge.
So, if the stirfry had been out overnight (for 9 hours) and now it's right back in the fridge CAN I STILL EAT IT!!!!?????!!!!!!??? I obviously won't give any to baby. But, it was so good and the thought of wasting makes me want to vomit... Please, please say it's OK!?
Friday, November 28, 2008
Another lid inside...
And the lid to the teapot?
It's on the chair.
How impressed I was to find, after another paper snowflake cutting session, that she had placed the large bowl of sugar on the floor without spilling any...
Now it's going to go on the floor.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Anyways, it started off well with her sitting in the stroller and playing with the sleeves of all the sweaters. There were two other women in the store who thought she was just the cutest. They were ooh-ing and aw-ing over her while I flipped through all the jackets and half the sweaters in record time. Then, she let me know that she was done being in the stroller by letting out a good fuss. I took her out and she went and played on a little stool but when she went to grab all the shiny new shoes off the ledge, I scooped her up and we hit the change room.
In the change room...
I thought she would have a great time in there. There was a mirror, oodles of floor space, and a heat register with a fun nob to play with. But no, she had other things on her mind. She waited until I was completely shirtless and then high-tailed it outta there. Under the curtain and out into the store, all I saw was the trail of smoke she left behind. I managed to quickly throw on a shirt and redirected her back into the change room.
She likes it when I cover her head with fabric so I threw a shirt over her head and pretended to be playful. She wasn't into that. I then handed her some hangers to play with, fun right? Not today. She had one thing on her mind and that was leaving the change room. I felt like a basketball player shuffling back and forth trying to keep her from whizzing past me. I tried on the rest of the shirts as fast as possible and went to pay because at this point she was having a cow. There was another woman in the store with her two children. She had done this before; she brought books for them. But, they were losing it too at this point so she was cutting her shopping trip short as well. She beat me to the till. Her children were a few years older; she was obviously the more experienced mom.
Getting her back into her jacket and mitts was an experience I won't even get into. My baby doesn't normally tantrum because I usually have her in my fancy-dancy Ergobaby baby carrier but, today was a stroller day. I made her go into the stroller because I am a mean Mommy and then we left the store. Now we're at home playing outside. Well, she's playing; I'm workin' on my laptop. What did Mommy's do before wireless internet?
You know, if I was able to change that fast in highschool maybe I wouldn't have been late for school so much.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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(Imagine the gross pictures I had
to look at when trying to find this
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
~ Me being out-both-ends-sick and not getting out of bed for 36 hours straight
~ Molly getting two teeth the day I was sick (the teething pains are still bothering her -- I actually gave her Tylenol -- GASP!!
~ Me spending three hours in the emergency room finding out that I did not fracture my foot a second time but that my bones are frail
~ Me suffering at least two mental breakdowns (Nina, Sarah, Deb, and Mom...I feel much better now!)
~ Molly getting 'Roseola' -- fevers along with fussiness and extreme neediness followed by rash that spreads all over her body
~ Driving four hours to see Daddy, Aunty, and Uncle -- four hours with a babe takes 7.5
~ Molly vomiting four times in six hours on Saturday
~ And to top it off, today I saw the doctor and he told me to eat sardines. Sardines!? Yuck! But, they're an excellent source of calcium so I'll eat those little suckers I will. I'll plug my nose and chase them down with a big glass of milk. I go for a bone density test this week. The Doc and I both agree that the bone density problems are probably just in the foot that was in a cast for four weeks. Cross your fingers everybody!
Yeah it was the week from h*** (I'm 'HolisticMamma' so I can't curse)
You know what would really make my week better? If people left comments after they read my blog.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Grammy (my mom for those of you who don't know) spent pretty much all her waking hours this weekend, here, being my rent-a-mom. She fed me and did my laundry and bought me toothpaste too. I, on the other hand, actually spent a full 24 hours in bed. No, I think it was more like 36. I went upstairs last night to have tea with my mom and got so dizzy I barely made it to the couch.
Tonight (Sunday night) Molly's been fevering (is that a word?) and waking up constantly. I've taken her outside, stood at the fridge door with her, worn her in my sling, sang lots of lullabies and crammed as much internet time in as possible. I'm going to go to sleep now; although, I don't expect I'll get much!
Oh, and we're starting swimming lessons next week (thanks again to Grammy!). They start tomorrow but I have a feeling we won't be making it.
You wanna know how I know I'm a mom? Because I just wrote a whole blog entry on teething pains and fevers. Oh my...
Here's what Grammy looked like flying in my door Saturday morning:
Friday, November 7, 2008
I also made sure to keep her as close to her schedule as possible. Big difference :) The last time we spent a week in Vancouver, I let naps and bedtimes go and boy did I ever pay for it later. Not only that but, on the way home when she'd normally be sleeping in her carseat, she was wide awake and mad. Then, when we finally did get home, she took about a week to recover and got a cold. This time though, she slept her little butt off in the car and has since been her happy, fun self... Except for that tooth that I think is coming in. She's had the same two teeth since she was 8.5 months old. She's 13.5 months old now and finally about to get a third!?
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
It was quite an experience. Although, they should have a rule: 'no manners -- no candy'. Kids were shoving and running they didn't even say, "TRICK-OR-TREAT!" or "thank you". They just ran from one store to the next holding their bag wide open expecting candy. This one little guy we saw, apparently didn't like his candy so he put it back in the bucket and dug around for another one! I commented under my breath, "I'd slap his hand." Apparently it wasn't under my breath after all because the woman ahead of me turned right around to look at me. I thought it was his mother but then she laughed and said, "don't worry I was thinking it too!"
Then, we were standing in line to get our treat when this self-centred little 10 year old barged right in front of us. So, when the next little shit came along, Grant gave him and elbow and a "beat it; we're next." Needless to say, he waited his turn. You know, we're not usually mean to children. In fact, we love children. But, when their parents aren't keeping them in line then we feel the need to step up to the plate...
Anyways, it was a fun time. She looked oh so cute in her pumpkin costume. There were a lot of baby pumpkins out last night. What baby doesn't look darn cute as a pumpkin!? Here she is with a pumpkin wedgie...
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I left home in the evening and she slept for a good hour. Of course she woke up on the top of a summit (not in a nice cozy town) so I pulled over and she played with the buttons on the dashboard for about 40 minutes. She likes the wipers and hazard lights the best. Since it was dark, I had to make sure the lights where off when cars drove by or else someone would surely think we were needing help. Once she started rubbing her eyes I nursed her, put her back in her carseat and then put the petal to the metal. She slept for the rest of the three hours to our family's house!
Then, this morning I left just before her naptime and she slept for an hour and a half -- the time it took us to get to our friend's house. (I would like to point out that her morning naps -- if she even sleeps in the morning, never, ever last more than 45 minutes). I was shocked, and experienced some serious anxiety during the last half of the drive as I did not want to pull over.
Then, after a nice long visit at our friend's, she started rubbing her eyes; so, we hit the road again. I thought there was no way we were going to make it and already had my plan to stop halfway BUT she lasted another hour and a half to Daddy's house! Through construction, jammed up bridge traffic, and my gas light turning on (Mom Rule #1 -- When baby is asleep in the car, never, ever, under any circumstance, stop) she was all zzzzz's. Needless to say, I was cursing at every slow and stupid driver. We got there and she was awake when I went to take her out of her carseat. What timing... Man, she is the best baby in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
In that case we had to get in the car so I just told her, "I'm sorry you don't want to go in the carseat but we have to go for a car ride." By the third time her tantrum was very short lived. She did it again on the way to Grammy's house today. Now, I just sing to her every time I put her in the carseat, "Ickity-tickity bumblebee, can you say your name for me, daddy, daddy what a very nice name..." and then go through every member of the family. By the end we're on the road and she's back to her chipper little self.
It's not just with the carseat and not just with me but also getting in the bathtub, diaper changes, changing clothes, picking her up when she's obviously busy...
Thursday, October 23, 2008
She had a great birthday and I had a relaxing time in Vancouver. We’re going again for Halloween… The drive was something to be desired. 10 hours to get there… Not bad. Two days to get back, ugh! This time we’ll stop halfway and stay overnight with family. It took her about four days to get back on schedule then she came down with a cold. I imagine that had a lot to do with all the craziness of the last week.
Haha, her hands are covered in dirt and she’s got it all over her face. Of course she’s eating it; I mean I’ve already had my eyes off her for 30 seconds. Mmm, that’s a big chunk. Yucky, maybe you shouldn’t be eating the dirt like that. What the..? That’s not dirt. Oh my God you're eating cat poo!!!! Oh you gross girl. Yucky! That’s so not good -- I am such a bad mom. Let me see inside your mouth -- nothing, relief. Oh man it’s all over your hands. So not healthy. Eww, let’s go wash your hands you gross, gross baby.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Vancouver was great. I had a nice break and little Molly saw her Aunty and Uncle and Poppa and of course Daddy. We realized how much she really loves people; although, my somewhat transient lifestyle has never allowed her the chance to be anything but social. Certain people she is just drawn to from the get go. She just clings to them like she's velcroed on.
She loved her birthday presents, especially the train she got from Daddy. It's this train she can sit on and push with her feet or she can push it from behind. Uncle Andy took her on laps throughout the house screeching around the corners and doing 360's in the kitchen. Little Molly just hung onto the steering wheel and honked the horn the entire way.
She is such a darn cute baby. She made two more people want babies this trip. Already, I know of one couple who's started trying for their second baby after hanging out with her for an afternoon.
I'm glad we have a baby that everyone likes! I call it beginner's luck, hehe...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tomorrow we're celebrating her third 1st birthday party. It looks like Christmas here with all the presents for her. Aunty Amber did a great job finding a delicious sugar- and stuff-that's-not-supposed-to-be-consumed-by-humans-free birthday cake recipe.
It is also her 1st Thanksgiving ever. Poppa John (her grandpa) is going to be here on Saturday. Everybody needs to get their time in with little Molly now b/c once Poppa shows up there's no getting her back! Aww, she is one well-loved little girl!
I, on the other hand, am having a great vacation... I dumped Molly with Daddy bright and early this morning. I've givin' up my mom-duties 'til Tuesday. She's been out and about with him and she returns every few hours to nurse (or get grounded as I like to think of it!) I've read, went for an adventure-filled bike ride (fell off and thought I rebroke my foot - I think it's OK), ate lots of left-overs in the fridge... It's funny. I always have a million-zillion things that I wish I could get done and now that I've had almost an entire day free of mommy duties, I've only done one or two. I've been enjoying sitting on my ass.
Ooh you know what would be fun while I'm on mommy vacation? To go to a cafe where there's live music playing, or to go to ride my bike along the seawall, or to go visit G-Mac (my grandma for those of you who don't know), but tonight, we're going to go eat sushi...some of the best sushi in the city and it's less than a ten minute walk from the house!
PS - She stood for over thirty seconds yesterday and today.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
They absolutely love her at Aunty Shelby's office. I first brought Molly there when she was just 2.5 months old. I was in town for a month and would stop by for a visit pretty much everyday. Now, we're back in town (for who knows how long) and go in there a couple of times per week. They're always so excited to see her :)
Back then she was so light, she practically lived in my HotSling. Now, with her being a year old and a heck of a lot more weighty, I've had to retire the Hotsling altogether. But, I bought an Ergo carrier which is the greatest thing since sliced bread!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A little more on the buttless pants -- my sis was teaching in China for five months and was elated to see that babies didn't wear diapers where she was. Instead, whenever they felt the urge they just, well, peed. It didn't matter where, on a crowded bus, in Wal-Mart, on Darci's foot...pee, pee, pee.
I forgot to ask, what did they do when they had to poo, Darci?
Buttless pants aside, I would just like to remind all you Canadians that the Federal Election is on October 14th :) Tomorrow, October 5, is the last day you can vote by advanced polls. If we can vote for Canadian Idol then we can vote for our Prime Minister! And, if you don't vote, Molly is going to pee on your foot.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I watched as she took them out one by one and placed them in a not-so-neat pile in front of her. Next, she playfully shoved them back into the box, fistfuls at a time. Then, she used her little pincer grasp to take them out one by one -- again. This time though, she would pick one up and put it over here, pick another up and put it over there... For the grande finale, she tossed each one over the side of the bed and watched as it fell to the floor below her.
This has become her morning ritual - she wakes up, rubs her eyes for five minutes straight (so cute!) and then goes straight for her box of Band-aids.
Of course, the Early Childhood Educator in me wonders, "what is she getting out of this?" At this age, you'll notice babies will naturally start fitting things into other things. They also like to collect and gather things.
I've accumulated many, many baskets from the thrift store and have been putting lots of small 'gathery' (is that a word?) type things into them -- blocks, Little People, legos (the bigger ones!). I set them out on the floor and sure enough, when it comes time to clean up, the baskets are completely empty and most of the blocks are in a pile on the floor, while the rest are shoved into the openings of other toys, in the plant, in the book basket, or carefully placed under the coffee table.
As for the Band-aids... I decided they're going to go back into their cupboard in the bathroom BUT I found a wee little cardboard box and some poster board that I'm going to cut into Band-aid size strips. The cardboard won't crinkle as nice as the Band-aid packaging does but, we'll see what kind of fun she will come up with for them...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
So, we grabbed little Molly and off we went to get her autographed. Of course when I met him I turned into SuperDork. It didn't phase me that he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to take a nap on the couch he was sitting on. Instead, I completely bombarded him with my dorkiness. It went something like this:
Me - "I have to shake your hand!"
Raffi - Looking exhausted, he smiles and shakes my hand -- I nearly dislocate his elbow. I let go and he leans back into the couch - says nothing...(probably hoping I'd beat it)
Me - To Molly, "Look Molly! It's the Bananaphone man!" (like he's never heard that one before)
I grabbed her from Grammy and shove her towards Raffi. Dangling my baby in front of his face I ask, "can I get a picture of her with you!?"
Raffi all smiles, politely gets up and stands next to us... Smile, cheese, picture taken, Raffi sits back down. Silence.
I get the point and turn to leave him alone, I'm like a puppy with my tail between my legs... I get the sudden realization that I was that crazy fan. I'm just glad I didn't say, "I'm your number one fan!" Ah well...it was a great picture!
I think I should go write a letter of apology...
"Dear Raffi - Sorry I bombarded you at the conference; I don't know what came over me..."
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The first one was on the weekend with her little toddler friends. It was so much fun. In fact, we were having such a good time that we were in the water for an hour and a half. That's a long time for three under three's! Molly had a blast; I knew she would. She had perma-grin the entire time. She had a huge smile and all we could see were her gums and two bottom teeth flashing from across the pool!
Afterwards, we came back to our house for cake. Grammy made a delicious chocolate cake for the party and I made some yummy muffins sweetened with freshly squeezly (by me!) orange juice, orange juice concentrate, and vanilla yoghurt. They were quite tasty. She thought so too because she ate the whole thing. I think I really underestimate how much she can eat. I've since started giving her more food at meal times!
Last night, on her actual birthday, we had family (Grammy and Aunty) and a close family friend with her two little girls.
Molly and I have been sharing a cold all week and she wasn't feeling up to snuff yesterday. I managed to get the chocolate cake done but not the muffins - she wasn't having it. Thankfully our friend had to leave early (due to diarrhea attack by her daughter) so we never got to the cake anyway. Had we gotten to the cake I know it would have been an all out battle with the three of them wanting to feed her cake against one of me saying, "keep that S#*! away from my baby!" Yes, this is the same friend who happily announced to me that she fed Molly mini marshmallows and took pictures to prove it :)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Well, the other day while I was bootin' around downstairs, she and Kola were on the floor hanging out. She has learned that the ball goes in the dog's mouth (such observant little creatures babies are...) so she'll take it and try to shove it right in there -- too cute.
Now, the dog on the other hand, is obsessed with her ball. She loves fetch and wants to play it all the time! She will actually throw her ball to you. For real! She actually tosses it out of her mouth, into the air, and it'll land at your feet!
So, here we have my baby shoving the ball into the dog's mouth, the dog throwing it into the air, and the baby going to get it to shove back into the dog's mouth...
That's right, they were playing fetch. Only, the dog was doing the throwing, and the baby was doing the fetching!
I should get it on video; maybe I could win a contest...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
~ When she has something in her mouth I'll say "open" and she'll stick out her tongue and whatever was in there will pop out. Starting a few days ago however, she'll close her mouth tight and grin while I try to pry it open to get whatever it was out.
~ If she's into something that's not safe I'll say, "uh oh!" and, more times than not, she'll stop. Now though she looks at me, lets out this big squeal of delight, and then keeps going at it.
~ If she's heading towards something and I let her know that it's not OK, she'll look back at me, flash a real big toothless smile and then crawl towards it as fast as she can.
~ If I need to pick her up, or take something from her like, oh I don't know, the dog's gross slimy ball, she'll grunt and holler at me.
Tomorrow I'm going to bring in some new toys for her to play with and I'm also going to try and hobble my crippled butt (I broke my foot and have been on crutches for the last 4 weeks...now I'm in a walking cast!) outside with her. I bought a water table (a plastic Tupperware container with a lid) for her so we'll try that out on the deck. I'll let y'all know how it goes!
Oh she is a butt-head that one! But I'm lovin' it!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Soon! I can feel it!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
...puttin' some on the dog,
...and some over there,
Saturday, September 6, 2008
OK, so I've been trying to teach her sign language right? She'll let me know she's hungry and I'll sign and say, "hungry!?' And then I'll teach her the food she's eating (OK, so I only know, apple, plum, and banana right now). And other words: "more" "food" "wait" "finished".
Well yesterday, in her highchair, she signed "more"! YAY!
Everytime I need to change her butt, I say "diaper!" and go get her. Yesterday, I said, "diaper!" and she said, "di-pa" in the cutest, sweetest little girlie voice EVER! I thought I was hearing things so I had her say it again...and then again!
When she is getting her butt change and trying to crawl away, I tell her, "stay on your back" and hold her down with my hand. So yesterday, I tell her "stay on your back" and what does she do? She mutters something along the lines of aye-ah-oh-bah -- which, by the way, sounds a heck of a lot like, "stay on your back" in baby talk!
As Aunty went to leave the house she waved goodbye. What does Molly do? Gives her a wave and says bye-bye! Aunty almost teared up!
She also says "hi" when the phone rings or when I pick it up to call someone.
And, when Grammy came over last night before bed, she gave her a hi and bye-bye too!
Oh so exciting!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Well, yesterday I was in the bedroom and she was playing with toys at the bottom step. I would peer down the hallway to check on her; I could see her legs at the bottom of the stairs. At one point, she started to make quite a fuss. I looked down the hallway and there were no legs! I ran down the hallway to find her on all fours on the first stair; she looked so darn cute! I cheered for her and she laughed. I sat back as she continued her way up. She made it up three stairs!
Today, Grammy came over so I had to show her. My sister came home early (we live with my sister) so I had to show her too. It's like she's at an excercise class with all the stair repitions we're making her do! She is so iddy biddy and to see her tiny body moving up the huge staircase just looks unnatural!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
The massage was a lot of fun. I enjoyed getting out and trying something new. There was one other baby being massaged at the same time. The massage therapist had us slather coconut oil all over our hands and then, starting with the legs, went through teaching us the proper techniques.
I can't tell if she liked it or not! With her being a crawler and with so many neat distractions in the store, massaging her was pretty challenging! The other baby was not yet mobile and I was a little envious of her parents!
The massage therapist explained that while adults get very relaxed and sleepy during a massage, babies tend to get quite fussy before they 'crash'. I though that was quite interesting and good to know for when I try to massage her at home! She recommends massaging your baby once a day so I'm going to add it to her bedtime routine. We'll see how it goes!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Then today, as she was crawling around, I wanted to see if I could get her to charge again. So, I got down onto all fours, on the opposite side of the room, and hollered, "CHARGE!" I crawled as fast as I could toward her. She thought it was so funny. I did it again and she laughed her little toosh off. I kept doing it over and over. She laughed so hard she snorted! Haha, I love not being at home because then I have so much time to spend with her and make up dorky little games together.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Today, I really understand what it's like to be a mom!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I warned my husband that this would happen around nine months of age. He understands why it happens but still feels bad, and often takes it personally, when he can't calm our baby himself. It sometimes makes him feel as though he hasn't bonded with our baby. The other day I had to bust out one of my child development textbooks to remind him why no one but myself can calm her down. We read that this is a really scary time for babies as they're just realizing that they are separate from their mothers (or other main caregiver). They don't understand that the mother will come back; they're scared that they're never going to see them again. It's a very healthy and normal step towards the development of their independance. Since I had him read about separation anxiety, he has started to bring her right to me the moment she starts to get anxious. On the flip side, once she is relaxed and playful, I'll bring her right back to him so they can have their father daughter time :) This system has been working very well for us.
With other people however, I've become quite protective of my baby while she's going through this critical stage. Normally I'm shy and non-confrontational but, I've really learned to suck it up and stand up for her. Before I let anyone hold her, I will let them know that she's experiencing separation anxiety and if she cries I'm going to take her back. Then if she does wail, I shamelessly yank her right back. Most people are OK with this but I've gotten a couple, "oh mom, go sit down, she'll be fine." In that case I just continue with the yank maneuver and say, "I'm going to take her, I'll bring her back when she's calmed down." Many want to calm her themselves but let's face it, they can't. Nor do I want them to. Especially for this, the reason behind the cry is just too important.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Today, I’m in my favorite store of all time – Value Village. I’m scanning through different fabrics and what do I stumble across, mixed in with my future kitchen curtains? A ‘Baby Wear’ sling looking brand new and wanting so badly to go home with me. How much? Three dollars and ninety-nine cents. At this point I’m starting to think someone’s playing a prank on me. I mean really, two slings in two days for five dollars? I raise my head just enough to scan the room and see if anyone’s spying on me. The coast is clear. So, once again, I tuck the sling under my arm, walk nonchalantly up to the check-out, and place it nervously on the counter. What does the cashier tell me? “If you buy four items you get the fifth one free”. I counted my items – four. I’m starting to sweat a little. I’m thinking, “my God, just let me get out of here!” But instead I said, “ok, I’ll be right back.” I beelined for the the purse I had been drooling over earlier, snatched it off the rack and walked briskly back to the till. I purchased my four items, received the fifth free and got the heck out of there. I peeled out of the parking lot, onto the highway and never looked back.
Now, I’m at home and admiring my two new slings. Between them I payed four dollars and ninety-nine cents. I now have a new addiction – thrift shopping for baby carriers. Soon, I will have a sling for every day of the week and so far, no one has called the cops on me.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
There was a time when I'd lay her down for a change, we'd make eye contact and she'd smile back at me. I'd go through all her favorite songs and before you knew it, she was dry, happy, and ready to go.
These days however, it is a different story. I lay her down and she'll often let out a wail; she doesn't enjoy being on her back. So, I pick her up bounce her up and down until she laughs and then try again. It usually takes three tries before I can lay her down and have her be OK with it. If she is OK with being layed down, she'll immediately flip onto her side reaching for anything she can get ahold of and, as a result, stretching her little body to the point that she's turned herself into the letter 'C'.
I turn her onto her back and the battle is on! She flips, I bring her back; she crawls away, I grab and pull; I sing to her, clap my hands, shake a toy above her - anything to get her attention. But, she's focussed and no diaper change is going to slow her down!
Yes my little squirmy wormy. I really miss our once peaceful diaper changes. But, I know that one day, yes one day, we will have those moments once again. Sigh...
Friday, May 30, 2008
I had the opportunity to work with an educator who was learning about this approach and practising it in her classroom. It was the most amazing experience I've ever had working in childcare. The children were so stimulated, curious - they were little scientists!
Our role as teachers was basically that of facilitator. We observed, recorded, and documented their play and provided whatever it was they needed to take it a step further. Projects could go from a few days to over a month.
It is absolutely amazing what children are capable of if we back off and give them the space and opportunity to really explore their interests.
The Hundred Languages Of Children
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
a hundred worlds
a hundred worlds
The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and at Christmas.
They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there.
(translated by Lella Gandini)
I think she's going to be an engineer. She's so pensive... She'll be bouncing up and down in her jolly jumper, getting huge air then all of a sudden she'll stop. She'll look up at the spring and other parts above her as if she's thinking, "hmm, how does this work, what are the physics behind this, how can I make it better?"
Even in the Exersaucer she be springing up and down, then suddenly stop as she turns her focus to all the gadgets thinking, "how does this all go together, what do each of these parts do?"
When she was in the womb, we swore she was going to be a soccer player, or a dancer, or a Ninja! She was always active - all the way to the end. On day one she lifted her head and on day eight she did four pushups on Grandpa's chest!
Who knows what she will become. But, I can't wait to find what her interests are as she grows up; I will support any interest she has. And when she hits college we should hopefully have enough tucked away to financially support her as well...hopefully!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Oh the crib... Who invented the crib? I mean really, what is the history of the crib? And at what point did we, as a species, go from sleeping on a dirt floor together as a family, to deciding this is dangerous practice and babies need to be in their own beds (in their own rooms nonetheless) or we'll risk rolling over them?
I understand that our society has come a long way from sleeping on the ground and have moved into big beds with comfy mattresses but, what about the little babies? They don't understand why they are being separated from their mothers (or main caregiver) to sleep. One day, when I get time, I'm going to do a little research on where cribs came from.
Cribs... So interesting.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
We were visiting friends this weekend and promised them that she was going to crawl. This weekend was going into the baby book! Then one evening, we were all hanging out in the living room and baby was on the floor. She was full of energy so I put her slipper just in front of her and sure enough out reached her hand, fingers spread and ready to grab. I brought the slipper back a little farther and forward slid her knees, one by one. Her other hand reached out and onto the floor. It was cheers all around as my baby had just made her first crawling step! I continued holding the slipper just out of her reach as she slowly and cautiously she began to crawl across the floor. Out came the digital cameras to snap pictures and take videos. The look on her face told me that she was enjoying the challenge of this new skill.
That was less than a week ago and we've been practising every day since. Today, I laid out a trail of toys for her to follow; of course she came to the first one and was so infatuated with it that she never carried on to the rest. And, although her crawl is at a turtle pace, I am so excited for, and proud of, her. I tell her every day!
I know some fear the day their baby becomes mobile. They are worried about the added workload of a baby on the go. I view it a different way. Crawling adds a whole new dimension to a baby's world and you can see it when you watch them play. As an Early Childhood Educator, I've always loved watching children explore. I look forward to seeing what adventures my baby will encounter while exploring her world in a whole new way.
Monday, May 19, 2008
When we have a question, I'll often close my eyes and imagine, "what did we do before cribs, Tylenol, and Exersaucers?" And then we'll go from there. This approach has gotten us through many situations quite successfully. We have been told time and time again about how content, secure and just plain amazing our little one is. Some people say we're lucky; I like to take more credit for it :)
I have created this blog not only to document the joys of parenting but also to vent the frustration I feel when faced with the criticisms and judgements of many who follow an outdated approach to parenting.
I am excited to have started this online journal. This is a great outlet for me as I have a zillion ideas constantly running through my head. And to anyone who stumbles across it - enjoy!