For the first time, Zoe went down a slide face first.
Ahhhhhhhh my little girl is growing up.
It may not seem like much, but this is quite a substantial accomplishment! Zoe is a "safety girl". She's very cautious. She's calm and calculated. She'll explore any and all equipment, but in a "I'm going to make sure this contraption is up to code" kind of way. Not the "I wonder how high I can get and how quickly I can freak out my mom" kind of way.
You go girl.
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Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
How to drive me bananas
So, it's started.
Zoe had to pick out her outfit. Normally, we give her a choice between two outfits and she will happily pick one and go with the flow. But today, she was very specific. THAT skirt. THAT (not matching)top.
It's not a good look.
Sure, it's a pink skirt. Sure, it's a pink top. But they're different pinks. I wonder how long I'll last before I come up with some excuse to change it. Ooooops, mommy spilled some water on it. Hmmmm, need long sleeves to go outside today. She managed to find about the only top that looks funny with this skirt.
(inhale deep breath)
I think I'll be ok.
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Zoe had to pick out her outfit. Normally, we give her a choice between two outfits and she will happily pick one and go with the flow. But today, she was very specific. THAT skirt. THAT (not matching)
It's not a good look.
Sure, it's a pink skirt. Sure, it's a pink top. But they're different pinks. I wonder how long I'll last before I come up with some excuse to change it. Ooooops, mommy spilled some water on it. Hmmmm, need long sleeves to go outside today. She managed to find about the only top that looks funny with this skirt.
(inhale deep breath)
I think I'll be ok.
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
And Then There Was Cole - 6 months today
Dear Cole,
You have white hair. Not blonde. WHITE. It's getting harder and harder to convince RJ that there is nothing suspicious about your paternity. I don't know where you get it. I mean, my grandma has white hair, but she's 92.
We were going to start you on solids a couple of weeks ago, but something always comes up and we keep delaying it. At this rate, you could be 12 before you start solids. It might be awkward showing up to school with chicken broth and a bottle of milk at that age, so we'll try harder. I want Daddy to be there because it is such a cute stage and always entertaining to see the faces that babies pull when trying food for the first time, so weekdays are out. We'll give it an honest go this weekend.
You're drooling on anything and everything. We can't keep up, you're like a water tap. If I'm not careful, you could flood the house.
You still smile at anything and everything and are a good sleeper. So, you rock. We've pretty much broken you of the 5.30 start to the day, but it's unfortunate that since I am putting it in writing, I probably just jinxed myself. Generally, you go to bed at 6.30pm and wake at 6.10am.
You love doing ab exercises -- you actually look like you've got a baby six pack. Like 6 of those little mini cokes, not a six pack of beer. You'll take after your dad for sure (the blonde mailman, er, just kidding) -- you'll be lean but muscular.
Keep up the good work, scooch,
Mommy and Daddy
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You have white hair. Not blonde. WHITE. It's getting harder and harder to convince RJ that there is nothing suspicious about your paternity. I don't know where you get it. I mean, my grandma has white hair, but she's 92.
We were going to start you on solids a couple of weeks ago, but something always comes up and we keep delaying it. At this rate, you could be 12 before you start solids. It might be awkward showing up to school with chicken broth and a bottle of milk at that age, so we'll try harder. I want Daddy to be there because it is such a cute stage and always entertaining to see the faces that babies pull when trying food for the first time, so weekdays are out. We'll give it an honest go this weekend.
You're drooling on anything and everything. We can't keep up, you're like a water tap. If I'm not careful, you could flood the house.
You still smile at anything and everything and are a good sleeper. So, you rock. We've pretty much broken you of the 5.30 start to the day, but it's unfortunate that since I am putting it in writing, I probably just jinxed myself. Generally, you go to bed at 6.30pm and wake at 6.10am.
You love doing ab exercises -- you actually look like you've got a baby six pack. Like 6 of those little mini cokes, not a six pack of beer. You'll take after your dad for sure (the blonde mailman, er, just kidding) -- you'll be lean but muscular.
Keep up the good work, scooch,
Mommy and Daddy
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
We've been Aussie-fied
So, can't get rid of us now.
We're Aussies.
I even welled up at our ceremony yesterday morning. I guess if you know me well, that won't come as much of a surprise because I'm a sook (I'll translate: that's Aussie for cry baby). It was a lovely ceremony, but our two normally angelic children were uncharacteristically ornery. Like "I just told a teenager you can't stay out past 8pm" ornery. Like "I've just eaten that raging bull's lunch" ornery. Our friends Naomi and Steve were there to celebrate the occasion with us, and their little girl was so well behaved. Somehow Zoe got even more mad when I'd tell her to sit nicely like Charlotte.
But hey, they still gave us the certificates.
This is how I KNOW I'm a true blue Aussie:
* I no longer stop for pedestrians or jaywalkers (when in the car)
* I say cot/pram/how're ya going/sook
* I love the heat. It was 27 degrees one day last week (down from 35ish) and I was thinking "ooooooh, hmmmmm, yaaaah, too cool for a water park. Better go to a playground instead. 27 man. TWENTY SEVEN.
* I live in thongs. (the shoes, Canucks, not the underwear)
* I love the outdoors -- parks, playgrounds, the beach, and can enjoy these all year round.
How I know that I.AM.CANADIAN
* I still say "gas". Gas for the car. Gas mower. Gas station. Been here 5 years and can't say petrol.
* Still frugal and won't buy anything unless it's on sale or I ask for a discount (or use a coupon)
* Obviously my "American" accent gives it away. Whenever I'm oot and aboot people always ask me.
* I will say "sorry" if you bump into me.
We're Aussies.
I even welled up at our ceremony yesterday morning. I guess if you know me well, that won't come as much of a surprise because I'm a sook (I'll translate: that's Aussie for cry baby). It was a lovely ceremony, but our two normally angelic children were uncharacteristically ornery. Like "I just told a teenager you can't stay out past 8pm" ornery. Like "I've just eaten that raging bull's lunch" ornery. Our friends Naomi and Steve were there to celebrate the occasion with us, and their little girl was so well behaved. Somehow Zoe got even more mad when I'd tell her to sit nicely like Charlotte.
But hey, they still gave us the certificates.
This is how I KNOW I'm a true blue Aussie:
* I no longer stop for pedestrians or jaywalkers (when in the car)
* I say cot/pram/how're ya going/sook
* I love the heat. It was 27 degrees one day last week (down from 35ish) and I was thinking "ooooooh, hmmmmm, yaaaah, too cool for a water park. Better go to a playground instead. 27 man. TWENTY SEVEN.
* I live in thongs. (the shoes, Canucks, not the underwear)
* I love the outdoors -- parks, playgrounds, the beach, and can enjoy these all year round.
How I know that I.AM.CANADIAN
* I still say "gas". Gas for the car. Gas mower. Gas station. Been here 5 years and can't say petrol.
* Still frugal and won't buy anything unless it's on sale or I ask for a discount (or use a coupon)
* Obviously my "American" accent gives it away. Whenever I'm oot and aboot people always ask me.
* I will say "sorry" if you bump into me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The Zoe Chronicles - 29 months old
Dear Zoe,
You had a great month -- Christmas was a blast and you're growing into such a lovely little girl. You had your first boat trip on Christmas day and although you didn't move a single muscle, you assured us that you had a great time. We all had fun with Daddy being home for over a week but the time just went by so quickly.
You're starting to really see yourself as "one who talks". You are a late talker, and it may have something to do with how much I can actually say in a matter of minutes throughout the entire day... you never had a chance to get a word in edgewise. I now tone it down and try to "even" the conversational playing field a bit. We were in an 8 week speech pathology program the past couple of months and it has really helped. You certainly exploded with words over Christmas and New Years. You started out with very few words (maybe 15ish?) and now you're well over 60 and adding new ones every day.
You mimic a lot of the "mommy-ing" that I do. I often put Cole down for a nap in his room and whisper to you "Zoe, out. I'm putting Cole down now". Well, now, you'll grab Tuli, push me out of your room and say in a whisper "Mom, out. Nigh nigh".
Speaking of mommy-ing. Cole just woke up. Must dash my love.
You're a sweetie!!
Love you!
Mommy and Daddy
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You had a great month -- Christmas was a blast and you're growing into such a lovely little girl. You had your first boat trip on Christmas day and although you didn't move a single muscle, you assured us that you had a great time. We all had fun with Daddy being home for over a week but the time just went by so quickly.
You're starting to really see yourself as "one who talks". You are a late talker, and it may have something to do with how much I can actually say in a matter of minutes throughout the entire day... you never had a chance to get a word in edgewise. I now tone it down and try to "even" the conversational playing field a bit. We were in an 8 week speech pathology program the past couple of months and it has really helped. You certainly exploded with words over Christmas and New Years. You started out with very few words (maybe 15ish?) and now you're well over 60 and adding new ones every day.
You mimic a lot of the "mommy-ing" that I do. I often put Cole down for a nap in his room and whisper to you "Zoe, out. I'm putting Cole down now". Well, now, you'll grab Tuli, push me out of your room and say in a whisper "Mom, out. Nigh nigh".
Speaking of mommy-ing. Cole just woke up. Must dash my love.
You're a sweetie!!
Love you!
Mommy and Daddy
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Sunday, January 3, 2010
The Zoe Chronicles - Funny things you do
So, we bath Cole, I nurse him, put him down for the night and then it's Zoe's turn. Bath her, read her books, and give her the nightly bottle of milk. Lately though, Zoe's joined in on the baby routine.
I will be on the bed nursing Cole and she'll hop up beside me with Tuli (her favourite bear), pull down one of her shoulders of her dress and breastfeed Tuli. Then she'll burp her, pull up her strap and breastfeed on the other side. EXACTLY like I do with Cole. It's so very funny. It's amazing how exact her technique is. Really quite impressive. Except that when she's done, she hops off the bed, takes off her dress and runs up and down the hallway slapping her belly.
In case you are wondering -- and I'm sure you can just see me doing it -- I can assure you, people, that she does not get that from me.
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I will be on the bed nursing Cole and she'll hop up beside me with Tuli (her favourite bear), pull down one of her shoulders of her dress and breastfeed Tuli. Then she'll burp her, pull up her strap and breastfeed on the other side. EXACTLY like I do with Cole. It's so very funny. It's amazing how exact her technique is. Really quite impressive. Except that when she's done, she hops off the bed, takes off her dress and runs up and down the hallway slapping her belly.
In case you are wondering -- and I'm sure you can just see me doing it -- I can assure you, people, that she does not get that from me.
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