Dear Layla,
People always comment about your hair. Sometimes they talk about how long it is, or how you have such pretty curls, or how you have great volume. I've even been told that you look like you are wearing a wig because you have so much hair. :)
One of your favorite things is to have me blow-dry your hair. Nevermind the fact that your hair is always bone dry when my dryer is out. I think you just like feeling the wind in your hair.
Love,
Mommy
P.S. - The loud noise in the background is Daddy in the shower. Just ignore that.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Getting Dressed
Dear Layla,
I've been trying to teach you how to put on your pants on for a few days now. If "pulling up your pants" means grabbing them at the leg openings and yanking them up to your knees, then you have already succeeded.
Love,
Mommy
I've been trying to teach you how to put on your pants on for a few days now. If "pulling up your pants" means grabbing them at the leg openings and yanking them up to your knees, then you have already succeeded.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Noah is One-Half!
Dear Noah,
You are officially 1/2! Happy 6 months Little Man!
To celebrate, we took you to Muddy's Bake Shop for your first ever cupcake. I just love that place. They are a local bakery with a great atmosphere. They sell a variety of desserts, coffee, Coke in glass bottles, and other goodies. My favorite cupcake is the Pucker Up. It's lemon cake with lemon icing and surprisingly it's not super lemony.
They were all sold out of the Pucker Up cupcakes when we got there so I ended up with a Prozac (chocolate cake/chocolate icing) and you got a Classic (vanilla cake/chocolate icing).
You were not impressed. Perhaps next time you will need to try a Plain Jane (Vanilla/Vanilla) or a Capote (Chocolate/vanilla) or a Grasshopper (chocolate/peppermint) or a Chocodoodle (chocolate/cinnamon brown sugar) or . . . or. . . . oh, who am I kidding??? We will eventually find you favorite even if it means tasting many, many cupcakes.
You are officially 1/2! Happy 6 months Little Man!
To celebrate, we took you to Muddy's Bake Shop for your first ever cupcake. I just love that place. They are a local bakery with a great atmosphere. They sell a variety of desserts, coffee, Coke in glass bottles, and other goodies. My favorite cupcake is the Pucker Up. It's lemon cake with lemon icing and surprisingly it's not super lemony.
They were all sold out of the Pucker Up cupcakes when we got there so I ended up with a Prozac (chocolate cake/chocolate icing) and you got a Classic (vanilla cake/chocolate icing).
You were not impressed. Perhaps next time you will need to try a Plain Jane (Vanilla/Vanilla) or a Capote (Chocolate/vanilla) or a Grasshopper (chocolate/peppermint) or a Chocodoodle (chocolate/cinnamon brown sugar) or . . . or. . . . oh, who am I kidding??? We will eventually find you favorite even if it means tasting many, many cupcakes.
And that is NOT a bad thing.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Foot Fight
Dear Noah,
Noah, you have always been a kicker. Even when I was pregnant with you, you were kicking. And kicking hard. One time you kicked so hard that my shirt moved.
You are still kicking. Mama Jane says that you "ride a bike" all day. Ya-ya says that your legs are "always just a-going". I say that you are "running a race". However you put it, your legs can't seem to stay still.
There will be many times in the future that you will copy Layla, but for now, she is copying you. She has learned to splash and kick from watching you in the bathtub. When both of you get going, I call it a foot fight. It's kinda like the game Hungry, Hungry Hippos but with warm, soapy bath water where I need a poncho like they give to the people on the front row of the Shamu show.
Love,
Mommy
Noah, you have always been a kicker. Even when I was pregnant with you, you were kicking. And kicking hard. One time you kicked so hard that my shirt moved.
You are still kicking. Mama Jane says that you "ride a bike" all day. Ya-ya says that your legs are "always just a-going". I say that you are "running a race". However you put it, your legs can't seem to stay still.
There will be many times in the future that you will copy Layla, but for now, she is copying you. She has learned to splash and kick from watching you in the bathtub. When both of you get going, I call it a foot fight. It's kinda like the game Hungry, Hungry Hippos but with warm, soapy bath water where I need a poncho like they give to the people on the front row of the Shamu show.
Love,
Mommy
You Gotta Fight. . .
Dear Noah,
I like to keep things light and fun here in Blogland, but it's time to get a little serious. . .
You woke up Sunday morning with nasty goop coming out of your eyes. No fever. No other symptoms. Just goopy eyes. We thought it was just a cold. No biggie. And definitely not pink eye.
Your eyes got worse on Monday at daycare. When I picked you up and saw your crusty eyes, I knew I needed to call the doctor. I described your eyes to the nurse, she said it sounded like pink eye, and called in eye drops to our pharmacy.
The more I thought about things, the more uncomfortable I got. It just didn't seem right to give my 5 month old baby medicine without having been seen by a doctor. I also had a feeling that something else might also be wrong since you had two restless nights. So, I called the doctor back to make an appointment.
The nurse that answered my call didn't seem to agree with me. She didn't see any need for you to be seen, especially that night. She even told me that I should just wait until the morning.
That whole conversation really pissed me off!! Your health and well-being was my number one priority. All I wanted was for a medical professional (nurse, doctor, physician's assistant, whatever) to see you so, why did she give me such a hard time? Why did she smirk when I told her that I wanted you to be seen before giving you medicine?? WHY???
Even though it turned out that you did have pink eye, I was super glad that I fought to get you into that doctor's office. You also had an ear infection.
Love,
Mommy
These pictures were taken Tuesday afternoon. It's amazing the difference eye drops and a little amoxicillin can do for a sick little guy!
I like to keep things light and fun here in Blogland, but it's time to get a little serious. . .
You woke up Sunday morning with nasty goop coming out of your eyes. No fever. No other symptoms. Just goopy eyes. We thought it was just a cold. No biggie. And definitely not pink eye.
Your eyes got worse on Monday at daycare. When I picked you up and saw your crusty eyes, I knew I needed to call the doctor. I described your eyes to the nurse, she said it sounded like pink eye, and called in eye drops to our pharmacy.
The more I thought about things, the more uncomfortable I got. It just didn't seem right to give my 5 month old baby medicine without having been seen by a doctor. I also had a feeling that something else might also be wrong since you had two restless nights. So, I called the doctor back to make an appointment.
The nurse that answered my call didn't seem to agree with me. She didn't see any need for you to be seen, especially that night. She even told me that I should just wait until the morning.
That whole conversation really pissed me off!! Your health and well-being was my number one priority. All I wanted was for a medical professional (nurse, doctor, physician's assistant, whatever) to see you so, why did she give me such a hard time? Why did she smirk when I told her that I wanted you to be seen before giving you medicine?? WHY???
Even though it turned out that you did have pink eye, I was super glad that I fought to get you into that doctor's office. You also had an ear infection.
Love,
Mommy
These pictures were taken Tuesday afternoon. It's amazing the difference eye drops and a little amoxicillin can do for a sick little guy!
Dishwasher Cleaner-Outer
Dear Layla,
I know it's not a real word, but you are a great dishwasher cleaner-outer.
I have always considered unloading the dishwasher as a one-person job. Boy was I wrong! You love to help! You love to take the clean item off of the rack, hand it to me, and watch as I put it away. Your favorite part is closing the dishwasher door. You've been doing that for months now.
It might take me twice as long to empty the dishwasher, but it's worth it!
Love,
Mommy
I know it's not a real word, but you are a great dishwasher cleaner-outer.
I have always considered unloading the dishwasher as a one-person job. Boy was I wrong! You love to help! You love to take the clean item off of the rack, hand it to me, and watch as I put it away. Your favorite part is closing the dishwasher door. You've been doing that for months now.
It might take me twice as long to empty the dishwasher, but it's worth it!
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Self-Esteem
Dear Layla,
"I Like Myself" is a song that I teach my First graders at school. The lyrics are:
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like my hair (pretend to flip your hair over your shoulder)
I like my chin (touch your chin)
I like my skin I'm all wrapped in (give yourself a hug)
"I Like Myself" is a song that I teach my First graders at school. The lyrics are:
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like my hair (pretend to flip your hair over your shoulder)
I like my chin (touch your chin)
I like my skin I'm all wrapped in (give yourself a hug)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
I like myself (clap, clap, clap, clap)
It's been stuck in my head lately, so you've heard it quite a few times during bath time. Sometimes you listen and smile, other times you completely ignore me and do your own thing. Tonight you proved that you are starting to learn the song when you would hug yourself when I said, "I like myself".
It's so much fun to watch you learn and even more miraculous when I am able to capture it on video. There's even a little "bonus" footage of you trying to put your shoe on and giving yourself applause.
It's really too bad that everyone can't have such high self-esteem like you do.
Love,
Mommy
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)