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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Food Feet

Dear Noah,

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again - You eat it's your job. 

Last night we had spaghetti squash spaghetti.  Now because it's the beginning of the school year and I have 28 students, I'm too tired to clean up messes.  I knew that allowing you to feed yourself would be a huge mess, so I fed you the spaghetti.  Just the thought of spaghetti all over the floors, in the highchair, and on your clothes made me feel super tired. 

This video is of your feet in between each bite. It cracks me up! I've been meaning to video your feet during meals for months now because it's just that funny.  I can feel your nerves as you anxiously await the next bite.  You must be thinking, "Is she going to give me another bite?!" or "I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in 20 minutes and I'm about to starve!"

You are just as anxious when you feed yourself.  You shovel food into your mouth like it's about to disappear.  That's also pretty funny.

Love,
Mommy

Monday, August 13, 2012

Moves Jagger

Dear Layla,

The song "Moves Like Jagger" by Maroon 5 is, without a doubt, your favorite song.  When it comes on, you yell "Moves Jagger" so loudly and dance around the room.  

You dance in the car too.  The buckle restraints greatly limit your moves, but you still manage to boogie.  

But your best moves always happen in the living room.  Enjoy!

Love,
Mommy


Princess Toothbrush

Dear Layla,

We've taken the princess thing too far.  You have princess panties, princess toys, princess toothbrush and now princess toothpaste. 

Boy do you love princess toothpaste.  It's bright pink and tastes like bubble gum.  You love it! 

My favorite part of this video is how you announce "I do it"!  I would hardly call what you do anything even close to brushing your teeth.  All you do is suck the toothpaste off the brush.

Oh well. 

Love,
Mommy



Sunday, August 5, 2012

Let Them Eat Cake

Dear Layla and Noah,


When Layla turned one, I bought her a smash cake.  It's a miniature cake just for the birthday kid to eat and destroy.  Layla loved hers.  She ate, and ate, and ate.  Then threw up the next morning.  Lesson learned?  Smash cakes might be cute and fun, but it can make you sick from over-eating.


Fast-forward to Noah's first birthday.






Sorry Noah, but you did not get a smash cake.  You got a cupcake.  And you loved it. And you didn't puke. 


Love,
Mommy




Saturday, August 4, 2012

Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits!

Dear Layla and Noah,


We took you for your first haircuts yesterday.  I expected Noah to cry and have a total meltdown, but he surprised me.  As you will see, it was Layla that panicked.  She cried the second she was placed in the chair.  







Eventually Layla calmed down.  It actually looked like she was starting to enjoy it.  Charles, the haircutter guy, was very patient and gave her toys to hold.  I love how she watches herself in the mirror.  







Before he got started, Charles suggested that I let him trim her hair so that it is even all around.  He showed me the shortest piece that he would use as a guide.  It would have made your hair just to your ears.  NO WAY!  I told him that I was only comfortable with taking a tiny amount off.  He also wanted to cut bangs.  NO WAY!  Charles may have been nice, but he had some crazy ideas for your hair.






Then it was Noah's turn.  Brian, the haircutter guy, let Noah hold two toy trains.    Noah didn't get upset at all.  The trains must have been calming or something.  He actually seemed to enjoy getting his hair cut.  Everyone giggled when he tried to lay back.




Before Noah's haircut, I asked Brian to take just a little hair off.  I wanted him to have a clean hairdo for his birthday.  I also told Brian not to worry about using clippers.  Brian did it anyway.  Oh well.  It was during this part that Noah started to get upset.  I don't know if he was upset because the back was being cut or that Brian was using the clippers.  








You both looked beautiful before the haircuts and you look beautiful after.  


Love,
Mommy