Dear Layla,
Last spring I posted a video I took of you and Poppa playing on the slides on March 20, 2011 titled "Slides and Swings". Go back and watch it before watching this one.
I will wait. . . . . .
Watched it? Okay good. Let's move on to present day.
In this video you went down the slide all by yourself while Noah and I watched and cheered! What a difference a year makes! You did the slide several times, and once, while I wasn't watching, you did the twisty slide. Brave girl!
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Tacos, It's What's For Dinner
Layla,
When I was pregnant with you, I ate Mexican food all the time. I loved it. I even thought you might be born on Cinco de Mayo. Not surprisingly, you love Mexican food. I am shocked when you repeatedly dip a chip into the salsa bowl and lick the salsa off.
In this video, you request your favorite food - tacos!!
Love,
Mommy
When I was pregnant with you, I ate Mexican food all the time. I loved it. I even thought you might be born on Cinco de Mayo. Not surprisingly, you love Mexican food. I am shocked when you repeatedly dip a chip into the salsa bowl and lick the salsa off.
In this video, you request your favorite food - tacos!!
Love,
Mommy
Cranberries
Dear Layla,
Once a week we receive a shipment of meats, veggies, and fruits from West Wind Farms in Knoxville. It is always a surprise for what we will get. Sometimes we get great things like big turkey thighs, carrots, or sweet potatoes. Sometimes we get not-so-great things like kale, greens, and other stinky things. There's really nothing you can do but work with what you are given.
For the record, when we get nasty tasting things, I give it away. I'd rather someone else use it then it go bad sitting in my fridge.
Last week we got a bag of fresh cranberries. I had no idea what to do with them. I looked up recipes in my favorite cookbook, How to Cook Everything by Mark Bittman and nothing sounded good.
The best idea that I could think of for the cranberries was to dry them to make homemade Craisins. I love packaged Craisins and the recipe that I found online seemed simple enough to try.
BUT, before I could start the drying process, I let you try one. Yes, I'm evil like that. You spit it out, of course. And I recorded it, of course.
Love,
Mommy
Once a week we receive a shipment of meats, veggies, and fruits from West Wind Farms in Knoxville. It is always a surprise for what we will get. Sometimes we get great things like big turkey thighs, carrots, or sweet potatoes. Sometimes we get not-so-great things like kale, greens, and other stinky things. There's really nothing you can do but work with what you are given.
For the record, when we get nasty tasting things, I give it away. I'd rather someone else use it then it go bad sitting in my fridge.Last week we got a bag of fresh cranberries. I had no idea what to do with them. I looked up recipes in my favorite cookbook, How to Cook Everything by Mark Bittman and nothing sounded good.
BUT, before I could start the drying process, I let you try one. Yes, I'm evil like that. You spit it out, of course. And I recorded it, of course.
Love,
Mommy
Licking the Spoon
Dear Noah,
After having some peaches one night, you got really upset. I thought you were hungry for more food, but it turns out that you were only wanting to lick the spoon. Since that day, I always let you lick the spoon after eating your dinner.
Love,
Mommy
After having some peaches one night, you got really upset. I thought you were hungry for more food, but it turns out that you were only wanting to lick the spoon. Since that day, I always let you lick the spoon after eating your dinner.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Come Here Noah!
Dear Noah,
You are not crawling. You are not even sitting up really well yet. But none of that is stopping you from getting around. I watched you rollover several times in a row to get from one end of the living room to the other end. It was amazing and I'm still upset that I didn't catch it on camera.
In this video, you are attempting a new method of moving. I guess it could best be described as "wiggling". You don't get very far, but you have fun trying!
Love,
Mommy
You are not crawling. You are not even sitting up really well yet. But none of that is stopping you from getting around. I watched you rollover several times in a row to get from one end of the living room to the other end. It was amazing and I'm still upset that I didn't catch it on camera.
In this video, you are attempting a new method of moving. I guess it could best be described as "wiggling". You don't get very far, but you have fun trying!
Love,
Mommy
All Done
Dear Layla,
One morning a few weeks ago, a radio station was talking about how restaurants and stores are starting to ban children. They claim that children are too messy, too noisy, and too much trouble. It might sound surprising, but I can see their point. Kids are all those things. The key is that parents are supposed to teach their children how to behave in public places.
To date, Daddy and I have only had to "take you outside" once. You were 6 or 7 months old, tired, and cranky. Daddy took you outside and walked you around the parking lot until you calmed down. It felt like an hour, but it probably wasn't even half of that.
It's been one of my pet peeves for years now to see parents leave behind huge messes made by their children. We went out to Sunday lunch after church a few weeks ago and I saw a family leave a monster-sized mess at the table. The worst part was the floor: it looked like the two children had thrown more food on the floor than they ate. The parents just left it there. They left it there for someone else to clean. It just bothers me. More than once I've knelt down and wiped up things with a napkin when you've dropped food on the floor. Daddy and I have had waitresses and waiters tell us not to worry about any of your messes, but I do worry about it. I can't help it.
Daddy and I are working really hard at teaching you how to behave at the table, especially in restaurants. We want you to sit, not stand, in your chair. We want you to eat with your fork and spoon. We want you to wipe your mouth and hands when you are done. We want you to have fun and enjoy your meal. We aren't a bunch a tyrants for crying out loud! :)
In this video you do something that I have never taught you. I don't know where you learned it, but my guess is at Mama Jane's house. It's become your after-dinner routine. While I start cleaning the dishes, you push in all the chairs and bring me your plate. It's cute. And, as a bonus, it's good manners.
Love,
Mommy
One morning a few weeks ago, a radio station was talking about how restaurants and stores are starting to ban children. They claim that children are too messy, too noisy, and too much trouble. It might sound surprising, but I can see their point. Kids are all those things. The key is that parents are supposed to teach their children how to behave in public places.
To date, Daddy and I have only had to "take you outside" once. You were 6 or 7 months old, tired, and cranky. Daddy took you outside and walked you around the parking lot until you calmed down. It felt like an hour, but it probably wasn't even half of that.
It's been one of my pet peeves for years now to see parents leave behind huge messes made by their children. We went out to Sunday lunch after church a few weeks ago and I saw a family leave a monster-sized mess at the table. The worst part was the floor: it looked like the two children had thrown more food on the floor than they ate. The parents just left it there. They left it there for someone else to clean. It just bothers me. More than once I've knelt down and wiped up things with a napkin when you've dropped food on the floor. Daddy and I have had waitresses and waiters tell us not to worry about any of your messes, but I do worry about it. I can't help it.
Daddy and I are working really hard at teaching you how to behave at the table, especially in restaurants. We want you to sit, not stand, in your chair. We want you to eat with your fork and spoon. We want you to wipe your mouth and hands when you are done. We want you to have fun and enjoy your meal. We aren't a bunch a tyrants for crying out loud! :)
In this video you do something that I have never taught you. I don't know where you learned it, but my guess is at Mama Jane's house. It's become your after-dinner routine. While I start cleaning the dishes, you push in all the chairs and bring me your plate. It's cute. And, as a bonus, it's good manners.
Love,
Mommy
Peek-a-boo!
Dear Noah and Layla,
Who doesn't love a game of peek-a-boo?! It's difficult to say which is cuter: Noah laughing or the way Layla says "peek-a-boo"?
Love,
Mommy
Who doesn't love a game of peek-a-boo?! It's difficult to say which is cuter: Noah laughing or the way Layla says "peek-a-boo"?
Love,
Mommy
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