This past weekend was your first road trip, we went to Troy to visit Hunkle Mike and Miss Aunt Casey.
You spent most of the trip there asleep. However, you were less than pleasant once you woke up. You kept kicking your legs and yelling "all done." We still had about 45m left on our trip and we tried our best to distract you, but it didn't work. When we got to the hotel you ran around the parking lot in the rain with me. After daddy got us checked in you ran around the room and bounced from bed to bed.
You got to see horses up close and personal for the first time and you got to show them how to REEEALLY explore the CMOST. You didn't seem to hang on to any of the fantastic information about science and technology- but you did enjoy the fish in the river habitat. There were a LOT of buttons for you to push; they made things light up and move, some of them even made noise! We got you a lizard while we were at the CMOST, you kept coming back to the gift shop and taking him in to the different exhibits. I figured it was going to be an easier day for everyone if we let the fella come with us.
I wouldn't call the trip a complete success but I wouldn't quite call it a failure. I know that it'll be a bit before we try another road trip with you, but at least we got one under our belts for now- and we know that it can in fact be done.
the THIRD Annual Margaretpalooza
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I can't believe I'm one of those moms.
Right now your room looks like more of a mess than anything really- but let's ignore that fact for a moment.
It's not really a room for a baby anymore. I won't say it makes me sad, because I'm not actually sad, it's a bittersweet feeling. While I miss the littlest you, I love the silly dizzy you I have today. I already love the cranky sad pants you'll be tomorrow. I didn't get sad when I'd have to box up your clothes because you'd outgrown them. But looking at some of the clothes makes me melancholy. I stare at them and I want the little you back. I didn't get sad when we had to pack up the jumperoo or swing either and when I see those disassembled in the basement I don't even feel a twinge. I smile and think about how furiously you jumped the day you learned how to. I think about you s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g as far as you could to touch the fish. I remember you holding on to those same fish for dear life- I thought you were going to break them off!
Out of all the things of yours I've had to put in your closet or in to a box or bin in the basement- the changing pad gets me. Without it, you're not a baby. You're well over 30lbs and I haven't been using it other than first thing in the morning for over a month; packing it away is long over due.
There are moments that I wish I could hold on to forever- and to a degree. I hope that this accomplishes that for me and for you. I don't want you to have the ache I do. I want something tangible for you when you wonder about your childhood. While I know you can't actually touch the internet, not in 2011 anyways, this does serve as a record of events. So that's a start.
It's not really a room for a baby anymore. I won't say it makes me sad, because I'm not actually sad, it's a bittersweet feeling. While I miss the littlest you, I love the silly dizzy you I have today. I already love the cranky sad pants you'll be tomorrow. I didn't get sad when I'd have to box up your clothes because you'd outgrown them. But looking at some of the clothes makes me melancholy. I stare at them and I want the little you back. I didn't get sad when we had to pack up the jumperoo or swing either and when I see those disassembled in the basement I don't even feel a twinge. I smile and think about how furiously you jumped the day you learned how to. I think about you s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g as far as you could to touch the fish. I remember you holding on to those same fish for dear life- I thought you were going to break them off!
Out of all the things of yours I've had to put in your closet or in to a box or bin in the basement- the changing pad gets me. Without it, you're not a baby. You're well over 30lbs and I haven't been using it other than first thing in the morning for over a month; packing it away is long over due.
There are moments that I wish I could hold on to forever- and to a degree. I hope that this accomplishes that for me and for you. I don't want you to have the ache I do. I want something tangible for you when you wonder about your childhood. While I know you can't actually touch the internet, not in 2011 anyways, this does serve as a record of events. So that's a start.
Yes, you are a sillykins
Tonight marked a very important first: You got yourself dizzy, on purpose.
After your bath you just kept walking around your room. Eventually you ended up behind the door trying to look in to the mirror at yourself. At one point you tried to turn around quickly to run at daddy, but instead you made a small circle and turned all the way around. You didn't look surprised but you smiled and did it again.
You started to wobble a little, but you did it again. And again and again and again... you get the idea. You were stumbling every which way and giggling. You started to fall and daddy went to catch you, but that made you pretty upset. You seemed to think he was trying to stop you, which made you cry. But soon you were on your feet again making your lopsided circles.
After your bath you just kept walking around your room. Eventually you ended up behind the door trying to look in to the mirror at yourself. At one point you tried to turn around quickly to run at daddy, but instead you made a small circle and turned all the way around. You didn't look surprised but you smiled and did it again.
You started to wobble a little, but you did it again. And again and again and again... you get the idea. You were stumbling every which way and giggling. You started to fall and daddy went to catch you, but that made you pretty upset. You seemed to think he was trying to stop you, which made you cry. But soon you were on your feet again making your lopsided circles.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Someone else's first!
Today we got to go to Genna and Josie's birthday party. You weren't too sure at first but after a while you were running all over the place talking to anyone in your way. You yelled at the boys for not playing with the balloons in the correct fashion, you ran circles around anyone who stood still and you crawled around under the candy buffet like a goof. We didn't stay for cake because you were getting sleepy and crabby- but we all expect those things from toddlers.
You also got your first jellybeans... I'm pretty sure that was the highlight of the party for you. You weren't too sure about them when I handed you the first one. But when you got your little mitt on the second you did a dance- I'm thinking you're going to like next easter.
You also got your first jellybeans... I'm pretty sure that was the highlight of the party for you. You weren't too sure about them when I handed you the first one. But when you got your little mitt on the second you did a dance- I'm thinking you're going to like next easter.
Friday, September 9, 2011
...someday you'll understand.
I'm sure that day is far away. But listening to you jump up and down in your crib yelling "AAAH DUUUUH!" or "All done!" is hysterical at 10:40 at night. I know you're not all done- you haven't even GONE to sleep yet; how can you be done?
But for the moment, your frustrated little outburst is amusing me because you've come to associate the phrase "all done" with an activity or action stopping. You say it when you're in the bath tub, when we wipe your nose, when we change your diaper. And honestly? Hearing you say it in situations like those, makes me laugh. You are clearly all done with the task at hand- but there's still an itty bitty bit left to do.
But for the moment, your frustrated little outburst is amusing me because you've come to associate the phrase "all done" with an activity or action stopping. You say it when you're in the bath tub, when we wipe your nose, when we change your diaper. And honestly? Hearing you say it in situations like those, makes me laugh. You are clearly all done with the task at hand- but there's still an itty bitty bit left to do.
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