Sunday, September 14, 2014

Two Years, Six(ish) Months

Oh My Dearest Leah,

 How is it even POSSIBLE that you are two and a halfish??? The last few months have flown by, and since every day has felt so jamb-packed, so chalk- full of awesomeness; I'm having a hard time remembering everything that's happened. That's why I usually keep notes in my phone for each of your monthly letters, but clearly I haven't been super terrific about it as of late.


Lets start with the fact that you ARE GIGANTIC! 32 squishable pounds, (and you're still rocking your little six pack abs) and 39 & 1/2 loveable inches tall. We get a lot of people guessing you are "four or so". But we knew we had that coming with the whole - your dad and I being tall thing... You've maintained the 94-96th percentile in height since about 9 months. Our pediatrician said, while it really is a wait and see type thing, he also puts a little weight behind the theory of doubling your height at the age of two, which will put you right at six feet. Sounds good to me!



 I really can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day. That must sound silly or cliche, but dang it's just so true. I'm working two and a half days a week for your dad, and I still stop what I'm doing sometimes so that I can watch a video, or look at some pictures of you on my phone. I just want to eat you up! And the more your personality develops the more and more I find to love about you.

(SO MUCH Personality)

Girl, you can talk. TALK. TALK. TALK. You talk SO MUCH.  And I adore it. Some of my favorite things you say are actually because I love the way you say them. Like 'Thank you', is actually "Gank Yeew" And when you count it's One, Two, Free, Four, Foyve, Sic, Salmon, Eight, Noyn, TEN!, You can count higher than that, but 1-10 is the norm. It kills me every time. And for a short period of time whenever you asked a question, it would always start with Are. "Are I have this?". But I loved the fact that you suddenly understanding the structure of a question! When you're hiding from us, you'll yell from wherever you are "Where go Leah?".  And yes, the 'WHY'S' have started, though I'm not totally convinced you know what it means...

When were home, 90% of the time there is music on somewhere in the house. We still have not gone back to cable TV, so we stream Pandora and listen to various stations. ($50 bucks a month for home phone and internet, THANK YOU.) (Plus, $7.99 for Netflix) Anywhere from classics to modern. And by classics I mean Motown, and the Beatles, Billy Joel, Basically the stuff your grandpa listened to... Modern is mostly Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Cold Play, Norah Jones etc. I always tell you who is singing, and when I don't - you ask me. But the best part is, most of the time I throw the question back to you: "You tell me, who is this?" And 80% of the time you're right: John Mayer, Bob Marley, The Beatles, Chili Peppers, Jack Johnson, Franti (Michael). Music is a big part of my life, I so hope it can be for you too. And more recently, when we listen to the Disney/Children's station. You'll ask to put on a dress whenever a Frozen or Tangled song comes on. SO fricken adorable...

Well, we've gotten you back into swim class, and you love, love, LOVE. IT. We took a break, then went back into the Parent and me. And two classes in, the instructor agreed that even though you're not three, you were ready for the 1A class - meaning just you swimming with an instructor.  While I knew from a cognitive standpoint you were ready, I wondered about how you would do with a stranger. Fortunately your instructor is fricken AMAZING. (Seriously, I think he is a better mom than me.) So the class is going great. And I love watching you swim, you frequently yell across the pool to tell me what you are doing. Things like "MOMMA, I DRINK WATER!!!". Yeah, you still drink the water in the pool and in the bath. So. Gross. But you also tell me when you are kicking and splashing, and going down the slide. 

Well, it still hasn't worn off. The awe. The disbelief that you really are ours. This cutie pie, belongs US. I realize it probably sounds dumb, but it still truly gets me. When people smile at you, or acknowledge you at the store or while on a walk "She's so sweet" "what a good girl", I have a hard time not tearing up. It's kind of embarrassing. But I just feel overcome with gratitude and love... For you. My sweet, sweet girl...
Can't wait to see what the next month brings!
Love,
Momma

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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Two Years, One Month

Dearest Leah,

 It Feels kinda nutty to still be referring to your age in months. So I'm going include the years now. YEARS. That's just crazy talk... I do not understand how you are TEEYOO. That's how you say it. You're actually kind of obsessed with the the word and the number, and if I'm going to be completely honest - which I always am here - the function... Number two. As in... Poop. 

You are constantly pointing out two of anything when you see it or realize it. TEEYOO cahs. (two cars). If you I had you something, be it a blanket or slice of apple or crayon; you ask for teeyoo. If you ask for a doll from your crib, you point to another doll or animal, and say teeyoo. As in, "yeah that one too please". Then there is the poop. You ask if your Tidder (Tigger) doll has pooped, you ask if your Cabbage Patch has pooped. And you pick Molly (our dog) up by the tail, whilst pointing to her anus and ask POOOP???? "Yes, that's where Molly's poop comes from". It's all pretty adorable, even the poop parts. You also ask repeatedly if the moon, lights and airplanes poop.




You have recently become very picky about food. Which kind of bums me out, because you used to be such a good eater. Now you mostly subsist on toast, peanut butter, and cereal. I always offer you meat, yogurt and a veggie first, but usually resort to cheese and toast just to get you to eat SOMETHING. It's a tricky situation because I don't want to get in the habit of you thinking I'll make five different meals if I haven't offered you something you want or like. But I just want you to eat! You did however have your first (home made) burrito and you LOVED it! Which is a very good thing, because your dad and I LIVE for mexican food.




If I could back in time and redo one thing. This is going to sound nuts. I would reevaluate my choice in highchairs. Ugh, I was overwhelmed with registering/ bucking the system and not wanting to get caught up in having a lot of crap. So I absolutely ZERO research in highchairs and ended up with our POC "Space Saver". Anyhoo, you recently decided how much you hate it too! Which is a good and a sad thing... I bought two new(to us) highchairs from Craigslist. One is a basic restaurant style wooden chair that I paid a whopping $5 bucks for,  then the Stok.ke Highchair which was $60. Which sounds high, but other similar chairs were going for twice that price! And so quickly, that I kept losing out on them! Anyhoo. You love it. Cause they'll both allow you to sit at the table like a big girl, with Momma and Dada. It makes me so happy to see you sitting across from me at the dinner and breakfast table. But I can't help but feel a pang in my heart when I walk into the kitchen and see the empty spot where your crappy other highchair isn't anymore...



I think you have accidentally discovered stalling. Your bag of tactics includes asking to see the wall of picture frames in the hallway. Pointing out the relatives you recognize, and of course Momma and Dadda. Or hugging me, putting your head on my shoulders... All to avoid having your diaper changed, or going to bed. It's hard not to give in a little bit.




Thinking about first Hair Cut - Pig tails! Your Grammy was a hairdresser professionally for 44 years, so she has been chomping at the bit to cut your hair, but I'm just not ready. You have slowly agreed to letting me but a barrette or two in your hair then finally a few weeks ago you let me do pigtails! And Holy crow do you look so stinking cute in pigtails. They usually only last a few hours at best, but I'll take what I can get for now!







I'm sitting here next to you on our bed while you watch Alice In Wonderland (the original disney one) because I am sick, and would rather be in bed than doing anything else... I can't help but marvel at your concentration and how your breathing changes when you watch tv. I have a love hate relationship with you and the television. I don't watch any tv while you are awake, and I only like you to watch Sesame Street or a small variety of Disney movies... And I try to keep it under 1 hour a day, preferably not at all. But I'll admit I rely on it to babysit you if I didn't get the chance to shower before you wake up for the day. But I hate how it kind of makes you a zombie. Ugh. On a somewhat political note, I have mostly kept you from the princessy stuff, because I don't want you to get caught up in that whole thing. And while I loved Ciderella and Sleeping Beauty as a kid, I am decidedly not princessy now. So you've watched Winnie the Pooh, Toy Story, Alice in Wonderland, and Finding Nemo.  Your favorite characters are Pooh, Tigger and Buzz Lightyear. It's adorable. You ask for tidder (tigger), and Buts (Buzz), when you want to watch them...

You are turning into a little kid more and more every day. It's so much fun, but a little alarming that you're not a baby anymore. Seriously. You're not a baby by any standard... It's nuts. But I truly am enjoying each new stage. Even the ones that include your epic meltdowns. 

 Can't wait to see what the next month brings!

 Love,
Momma
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Sunday, December 22, 2013

24 Months!!!!!

Dearest Leah,

 I vacillate between levels of disbelief that you have been here on this earth for an entire two years, and that you haven't always been a part of our lives. You are in my every waking thought. And I thank the universe each time your sweet little face pops in my head.


We spent Thanksgiving with my family again this year. Since Grammy and Papa see you on a weekly basis and we're always with them on Christmas Day, it only seems fair. You were of course the star of the day, even more so the turkey!
 Yucking it up with Great Grandma on the couch!
Peekaboo under the table with your Aunt!

Holy crow, right before thanksgiving you found your words. And it was like someone flipped a switch. One afternoon we were at Grandpa's house playing with a ball in the kitchen. You motioned to me that you wanted to be picked up and as usual, I tried to prompt you with the word :UP. And you would always just giggle in delight that I figured out what you wanted. But this time, you said it. And from that point on you've been one chatty Kathy. You've been saying specific words for a few months, but you just weren't using them. There was more gesturing, sign language and grunting to get your point across. But now you are really using your words. And it. Is. Good.
Playing in the ottoman.


The weekend after Thanksgiving your dad and I surprised you with a trip to Disneyland! While I admit, this trip was more for your dad and I (we celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary in October), we were SUPER excited and anxious to see how you adapt.  Especially because the last time we traveled with you, you were only three months old. So we had no idea if you would even sleep for the five days we were down there.  But you did awesome! We'll save the details though for another post. 

Us in front of It's a Small World
 
 You and I at California Adventure
Dancing Queen
You love to dance, your Uncle Brian calls it hippy dancing, but I'd equate it more to Charlie Brown-esque. Regardless of the genre it's fricken adorable/hilarious. You love Jack Johnson and surprisingly Christmas music!



 We kept things pretty low key for your birthday this year. Partly because the budget was a little tight between the holidays and our trip to Disneyland. But also because we were exhausted. And also, umm you still don't have any idea it's your birthday. We woke you with Balloons, and pancakes with rainbow sprinkles. Then had dinner with Grammy and Papa to celebrate Papa's birthday too. On a side note to other Mom's out there, and this is in no way a judgement, I just do not buy into the big crazy parties at little gyms and bounce palaces for young kids. I always had slumber parties growing up and I was allowed to have 5 MAYBE 6 girlfriends overnight. We had games and pizza, and movies and it was awesome. I have been invited to several children's parties with guest lists longer than the San Jose Sharks Roster. Which just seems CRAZY to me. But to each there own. I guess it's possible I might feel differently when Leah is a bit older. 

I made your cake again this year!

You didn't totally get the concept of blowing out candles, you were to enamored by the flame...

Butter Cream frosting from scratch, you say? I do believe it's DELICIOUS!


 This was still your birthday, despite the tree in the background (at Grammy and Papa's)


At your 2 year check up you weighed 29 pounds, 3 ounces (74th percentile) and measured 36 1/2 inches tall (96th percentile!). You flipped out the second they called us into the room, which surprised the heck out of your dad and I since you had always done so well at your previous appointments. You screamed and cried and clung to me so tightly that it was difficult to get your all your stats! That poor nurse... But I held you (buck naked) on my lap on the table and by the time your Doctor came in you had settled down a bit. No shots this time! Just an iron test, but it came back normal.

 This has been such a wonderful year, and we've loved every second of it. Leah, thank you for being the best part of our lives... We love you.

 Can't wait to see what the next YEAR brings!

 Love,
Momma
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Friday, November 22, 2013

23 Months

Dearest Leah,

 Another busy month, down for the count. Can I just say how fascinating it is to watch you discover things? You've taken plenty of selfies with my phone, but this is the first time I let you wander around with my camera - the point and shoot, anyhow.  I love how focused you get with new things...


And how much you want to do what the grownups are doing.

 

Like using keys! Though not typically for Baby Gates...


We spent a lot of time celebrating Halloween this year, though the actual day was quite mellow. We had a few of your closest friends over for a little fun the weekend before.  Kids are so stinkin' cute in costumes! Though it was like pulling teeth trying to get four of you in one shot for a picture. :)

 But you were a little more flexible on the big day. We just had one set of friends over, and you were in bed by 7:30.

Prior to this year I hadn't dressed up for Halloween in about 15 years. And before that I was probably in the sixth grade... But something about putting you in a costume, really made me want your dad and I to be a part of it. Something about being with you and introducing you to things makes me care so much more about everything I'd let go of so long ago. 








You weren't totally keen on the whole costume part for yourself, but you LOVED seeing other peoples. And everytime you saw me with The Count's head on, you pointed and said "AHH. AHH. AHH." It was HILARIOUS.  Halloween makes it seem like the rest of the holidays are just around the corner. And I could not be more excited! 

You've been more and more interested in books lately, which makes me SO happy. We always ready you three before nap and bed time, but now you want to read them all again as soon as you wake up! And you make it a point to thumb through them in your glider alone. 

You're growing up so fricken quickly, I just don't know what to do, other than just take it all in and try to savor each little mile stone. You are amazing. Simply, a gift. And such a good, good soul. I love you.

 Can't wait to see what the next month brings...

 Love,
Momma
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

22 Months

Dearest Leah,
This has been a particularly fun month to watch you grow and learn. You've made so many fun discoveries! And holy crow, you hit the three foot mark!
(A selfie with a pilfered camera)

(Marking down your height on our giant ruler growth chart)
The first, and most exciting - BOOKS! We've always had lots of books around. Since you used to have very little interest in them other than peeking at a few pictures and pointing out the things you know or like I mostly just read them alound while you played. But since summer is gone now we eliminated a bath from your pre-bedtime routine (which was used to cool you off before bed since our old house is usually four trillion degrees by the end of the day). So the first night that we skipped bath I sat with you in the glider and read a few books. You of course love Goodnight Moon, and I Love You Through and Through. But it's just so wonderful to snuggle with you and watch listen. Just Listen...

 (You reading "I'll See You in the Morning")
A long time ago your Dad and I got in the habit of calling each other pie. And recently you have as well. Although I'm still not sure you are actually calling either of us, you do say it on a regular enough basis that it's entirely possible. And SO fricken cute. PIIIYEEE?
This month we also attended your first Hockey game! It was the Sharks vs Senators. As expected, we only made it through the first period and most of that time was spent running around the halls of the area. You wouldn't wear the hearing protection I brought for you, so inside the tank was entirely too loud. But it was fun walking around with you! We'll give it another few years...:)
You also got your flu shot this month, and man. It did not go well. You didn't have any adverse reactions on a physical level, but holy crow did it put you in a tailspin. None of my tricks worked: Whipping your favorite blankie out of my purse; a Sippy cup and or snack. So we jumped in the car and headed to the closest Starbucks. I promptly ordered a warm whole milk, a croissant, a blueberry scone and a grandenonfatonepumpwhitemocha for me. I don't know if it was the fact that you got to use a straw or the fact that I let you consume an entire croissant on your own, but that little stop changed your day. 


Your dad and I decided to take a weekday afternoon off and head over to Half Moon Bay to their Pumpkin Patch. Not only did we luck out with AMAZING weather, but we had the entire place to ourselves until right before we left. It's on the pacific coastline, so the weather is more often than not, cloudy and overcast this time of year. Our visit was everything I could have hoped for. 











 (Point and Shoot. How much skill does it take to put the subject of a picture in the center of a shot (?!), pumpkin farm worker guy...Not a terrible pic tho.)


We had a very busy month, but it was just so much fun. As much as I still feel a longing for those last few days of summer, that day at the pumpkin patch made me very excited about the holidays this year and introducing you to so many wonderful traditions.



                         Can't wait to see what the next month brings!


Love,
Momma



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Thursday, October 3, 2013

21 Months!

Dearest Leah,

 This month has been super eventful and much better than the cranky-filled month of August. I'm not even sure where to start!  

 

Every morning when we get up, I shower, warm up your morning BA! (sippycup full of milk) and hand it over to you while singing a morning time song. You bounce and beam at me from your crib while reaching for your cup. And after drinking so much, so quickly that you are literally out of breath, you loiter. It must take a good 15 minutes to convince you to get out of your crib. You hand me your stuffed animals one at a time.


Sock Monkey, whom you offer a sip of milk to before handing her over.

Stuffed Monkey whom will, despite your best efforts, not sit up on the railing of your crib.

Cookie Monster.

And the Strawberry Shortcake doll I bought you from a garage sale.

THEN each of your three blankies...

 You recently became embarrasingly interested in your nostrils. You quite often have a finger in one of them, especially when you are sucking your thumb. You use the index finger on your right hand to plug up your nose. It's sort of adorable, but also a little inappropriate, so I just remind you to take it out and move on. 



Speaking of inappropriate! Earlier this month while taking your evening bath, we were playing and having a great ol' time. Until you laughed so hard that you pooped. Since you were facing me, I wasn't even exactly sure when it happened, until you handed me a nugget of it with your usual inflection of a question with a sound. "Uhhhaahhh???"  (although sometimes you say "Gwhaat?"), Anyhoo, a quick shower and a bleaching of the toys made everything a-okay. 


We started in a Co-Op this month! The experience of it for me has been a tad different than yours. But I think it's going to be better once I understand the politics in's and out's of it all. More on that if I get around to it later. If you don't know what a co-op is it's basically like a Pre-Pre-School, where there is one parent attending with each child, and 1-2 teachers. There are 12 kids in our class, and it's once a week for about 2.5 hours. It's starts with free play, then there is a snack about half way through. Then more play, then songs and a book, followed by the Goodbye song. It's essentially a way to build a community, meet Mom's with kids the same age and help your child learn social skills. They do have parts of the class where you sit in groups and discuss child development, parenting, and all related issues -(sleeping, eating, discipline, etc.) I think we're going to have a lot of fun. 



You have gotten better about having your diaper changed, but it still requires convincing. Last week we were in a bit of a time crunch and I didn't have time to do the usual song and dance to prepare you for what was coming. So your response was to first, scream bloody murder, and then to bite me. I was holding you, so you leaned into my chest and bit, well I guess you'd call it my pectoral.  HARD. You didn't draw blood, but you left a good bruise. And it hurt like a - it hurt a lot. So much so that I cried out the second it happened. That at least curbed your crying. So I told you that you hurt Momma, and showed you the mark. I repeated owwie, and boo-boo, until you started to calm yourself and appeared to understand that you had hurt me. It hasn't happened since and I think we're both pretty grateful for that!  

So, Halloween is coming up and I am SUPER excited. I love fall and Halloween has grown on me A LOT the last few years. I'm planning a family themed idea for costumes, but we'll see what comes of it. I already have your costume, but I have to see if your dad and I are brave enough to wear ours...

Baby girl, it is an honor to watch you grow, and I am so thankful to witness it. 

Can't wait to see what the next month brings!

Love, 
Momma

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Saturday, August 31, 2013

Are Ya Gonna?

They're starting to ask questions. Friends, Family, Neighbors, and nosey effing strangers.

 Are you going to have more children?

When is number two?

 Do you think you want more children?

 If you're going to have more, you better get started! TICK, TICK, TICK!

 Hey people, guess what? It's six years later and my opinion hasn't changed. The status of occupancy in my hooha is really none of your effing business.

 I will say that having a child has softened me as well as helped me become A LOT more tactful, so I of course do not speak to anyone that way. And heck, on a good day, I can even see that what they are asking isn't really all that unreasonable. But I still feel like it's pretty private information, and mostly make it a habit not to ask anyone of their plans. And I guess really, I don't mind when close friends ask. But when strangers and certain family members ask, I feel like the only right answer is: YES! Of course we'll have more!!! And if I say: No, or we're not sure yet, it means we don't actually like children enough to deal with more than one...  I also feel compelled to explain how much and how long it took us to just get Leah. And how grateful we are to at least have her.

But to be completely honest here, Brian and I have been going back and forth a lot lately. With no immediate decisions or actions made. The consensus (fortunately) is that we feel pretty fulfilled with just having Leah. We do have one frozen embryo, but we don't know when or if we are going to use it. 

Yet. 

At all?

 We have a lot of reasons not to go forward with it, but only a few, albeit VERY strong reasons to use it.

My Internal Arguments are as follows:

 I would love to have another baby!
counter: But I do feel complete with our family the way it is.

I truly loved every second of being pregnant. Even the vomitous, sleepless, achy parts.
While that statement is completely accurate, it was actually really hard on my body physically. I have had pretty chronic issues with my back for years, and pregnancy didn't help it. And having a little one to pick up and carry around daily has perpetuated the physical strain. Regular Chiropractic care and stretching is an absolute must, and even with diligence in both of those areas, I have had a few significant episodes. And yes, we are still working out religiously two-three times a week. Which has helped SO much.

It would be great to have a sibling for Leah, since she won't have any first cousins, and both our families are relatively small already.
I feel like we could provide pretty well for Leah, if we were to only have one child. Two, and they would each have to be partially be responsible for their college tuition. (not the end of the world) But it wouldn't just be college. It would mean Brian and I would both probably have to work a lot longer, possibly well into our retirement years. Something neither of us may physically be able to do.

We chose to create embryo's and I feel a certain responsibility to use the one remaining guy (or girl!) that we have.
I literally lose my breath when I think about setting foot in my RE's office. The thought of lab tests - and waiting for the dreaded results, dildo cams,  PIO shots, having a black and blue stomach from weeks of heparin shots, driving 60 miles round trip for Intralipid infusions once per week - at $550 a pop for an unforeseen amount of time -tho no more than 17 weeks (if I got pg). Not to mention the fact that every single item I listed would be a 100% out of pocket expense. We're looking at 7-9k, easy. Just for an FET. And all I can think about is how that money could be better spent, than gambling it, and IT IS A GAMBLE; gambling it on the possibility of having another child. (BUT HOW CAN YOU PUT A PRICE ON THAT?!?) It could also mean I  wouldn't be able to stay home with them... 

Really when I boil it down, at this point - I want to NOT go through anymore treatments MORE than I want another baby. If that makes sense. And all at the same time I am grateful that we even have another embryo to get to make this choice.

The good news is, my embryo was made when I was 32. I'll be 35 next year, and in my mind I'm okay with trying it as late as 37. So I don't have to make any decisions today. The Bad news? I guess I'll just have to keep fielding the questions for the next three-ish years....
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Sunday, August 25, 2013

20 Months!

Dearest Leah,

Oh, my sweetest baby girl. I'm not sure how to say this. 
It's been a rough month. 



Molars.

Growth Spurt. 

Newly Found Freedoms... And apparently, opinions. 

Let's start with the Molars. One day a few weeks ago, you started the day off a little cranky, and by the end of the day I noticed a low grade fever. Then around 1am that night, you woke up crying and wouldn't go back down. Your fever went away in the following 36 hours, but the night wakefulness and crankiness were constant for about 5-6 days. I would try to slip you some tylenol in your sippy cup, but you weren't eating or drinking much. Just snacking occasionally, and drinking water throughout the day. When you'd wake up in the middle of the night, I'd go in with an army of blankets and pillows and set up camp on your glider - which thankfully reclines. And we'd lay there and glide with you until you were calm enough to get back in your crib.



As soon as that cleared up you went straight into a growth spurt and slept constantly. One night you slept 15 hours straight. And there were three days where you slept almost 21 hours a day including your naps. When you'd wake up in the morning you were still tired, so your dad and I would take turns going in to lay in the glider with you. And you'd sleep another 30-40 minutes with us. While it was a bummer to see you not quite yourself, there was a small part of me that reveled in the snuggle time. 

And the next week, your sleep was back on track but you ate all day, everyday. Constantly hungry, not 20 minutes after any meal you were asking for more food - "Nom, Nom?" You'd say with the inflection of a question? I'd laugh and say "Are you SERIOUSLY hungry again, monkey???" And you'd reply with an emphatic "NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM!" And sure enough, I'd get you a banana and you'd finish every last bite of it. Giggling every time I'd offer you another piece. 



And throughout this time there reigned a level of crankiness, the likes of which I'd never seen. If there was ever a request of you, that you didn't happen to agree with, you made your feelings blatantly obvious.  There was one evening when it took us ninety minutes to get home from the store because I physically, could not get you into the car. (I'd hurt my shoulder pretty badly - I'm fine now.) But it was so bad I could not get you into the car, you'd buck and scream and cry and I just had to deal with it. We were walking back to the car through an outdoor - I don't even know what you call it - It's like a long grassy knoll, with an Olympic length water feature, and a couple of bridge like walkways. Any way, each time I'd try to get you back to the car you crouch down like this:







And if we were on a walk and you didn't feel like walking or letting me carry you - which KILLED my shoulder, you'd do this:





Time to change your diaper? I don't think so: 

You'd flip over and scream bloody murder. 
Again, bad shoulder... Made it difficult to correct you. 

And just when it got to be too much. I had called your pediatrician to ask about disciplinary book recommendations for toddlers. Because I couldn't take it anymore. And the very next day; Was just the best day ever. 

That morning we started your swim class again, and you LOVED it. Then we went to the farmers market. We ate croissants and apples, and tailgated with sippy cups and a mocha for me. The weather was gorgeous. It was just awesome. And though the rest of the day was uneventful, I can't remember a day when we'd ever laughed so much. 


While you're still not using your words as much as I'd like, I can see your wheels turning. And you're mimicking phrases, and I'm working on sign language with you. We're getting there.

YOu're also starting to show a bit more interest in the potty, and you frequently sit down on your potty while momma is on one too. 



Your daddy had been working like a mad man lately, so we trying to get down to the office every day to see him. And sometimes we can steal him away long enough to get to the near by park. But he also does his best to sleep in with us a couple times during the week (7am is sleeping in for him), and that way we can wake up and have breakfast together! 

So again, this month has been a bit challenging but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And we're both doing our best to figure everything out! We'll get there, I promise!

Can't wait to see what the next month brings!

Love, 
momma





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