Wednesday, September 19, 2007

"No"

"No, Isabella"
"No, Isabella"
"No, Is(had to stop typing to tell her "no")abella

This is what our life consists of... telling her "no".

We are working on training her to what she can and can't touch. It is going to be constant, consistent hard work, but it will be worth it. We have seen children who have been trained and others who haven't, it's two different worlds.

Let me back up, why are we constantly telling her "no"? Our daughter is now pulling herself up onto things, and on her knees, she can sit up by herself, and is non-stop go-go-go.
( I just had to put up another barracade) It's a box, and she's pulled herself up on her knees, OH WAIT!!!She just pulled herself to standing. WOW!!! theres a first.
Go to plugs, go to wires, go to sharp corners of the tv stand, go to coffee table, go out of the room.... GO GO GO!!!!
She really likes playing, IF its on the floor, its hers. (speaking of on her floor super-dad just laid down to read to her from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, and Isabella just went and got her book, laid down ON super-dads book and is contentedly chewing her book while dad reads to her)
So, I got out her toy box since she can pull herself to her knees she can get into her toy box herself. She really liked it today.

The sounds she is making are so interesting. She is experimenting with her tongue on her lips, so a lot of t, and m and other consonant sounds.
She had only been making vowel sounds before.
We think she is purposefully saying mama, and not just sound repitition he only says it when I walk out of the room, then she crawls toward where I went and whiningly says maamamamamama.....

She is really showing a preference toward mama. I think its because she has been sick these past few days and mama has the comforting food.
She is on penicillin, so we're definitely on the mend.

Well, time for bed. If you know super-dad, bug him, and tell him he needs to blog.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

"Supposed to"

Well, right now I am "supposed to" be putting towels away. Bella is sleeping and Super Dad is doing dishes. I already have todays dirty diapers on its first rinse. The milk I pumped today is in the fridge. The freezer packs are back in the freezer to keep the "liquid gold" cool tomorrow. The dirty spoon is in the sink to be washed for Bella to use tomorrow at lunch. She has food in her bag for lunch tomorrow. (sweet potatoes and Apples) She has 2 extra outfits in her diaper bag for accidents.

I also took out the trash, recycling, cleaned the floor around the trash can, cleaned out the trash can, and put a lasagna in the oven for dinner.

Things just don't slow down enough for me to write. I know I am "supposed to" write, I know I "should" write, it just doesn't happen.

So I write when I can.

hmm... sounds like I'm trying to appease my own guilt, huh?...

6 months. 6 months. one more time, 6 months ago I delivered a teeny little girl, a little wrinkly, purple, red haired, blue eyed sweetheart. Now, shes a army-crawling, 2-toothed, always hungry, trying-to-sign I love you, wearing 9 month clothing, eating solid food, almost toddler.

Super dad and I just turn and look at each other and ask.. "What did we do to deserve this?", "How did we get so lucky?"

I swear sometimes she says mama, when shes crying and mumbling at the same time, her lips come together and forms the "m" sound, it sounds just like it.

well, I'm "supposed to" be putting towels away right now.

I can't believe how much I love her, her little hands, how they grab mine while she nurses, the fingers that gently stroke my face while she eats. Her little feet that resemble a chimp in so many ways, grabbing at items she excitedly explores. She lays on her back and tosses the item onto her belly, and then all four limbs kick, toss, and grab at it.
I love her eyes, ever learning, ever looking for thinks to absorb, to explore. Then when tired, trusting, loving, and pure. I think her early morning eyes are my favorite. The moments between dreamland slumber and wakefulness, she opens them, looks around for our faces, and when she makes eye contact, they calm, then burst open with joy as to say, "I waited all night just to see you".

hmm. I'm "supposed to" be putting towels away........