My dearest boy,
You are a charmer. You have us all wrapped around your little pinky -- even your sister! You'll pull her hair and she won't even flinch. Your bright eyes and your contagious smile helps us all enjoy life just that much more.
You are still the blondest kid I've ever seen and you still don't have much hair. You've got long tufts on the top of your head that still stick up. I've had to trim your hair around your ears, and when I compare it to the locks when you were born, it's crazy different! Dark brown versus white.
4 teeth now. You drool a lot.
We're pretty much on a nice routine at the moment. Took me long enough, but we're in the swing of things now. You are in bed before 7, you wake up at 5.30 or 6 to nurse, and then back to sleep until after 7am. You'll have two naps per day (first from 9 to 10.30 and the second from 12.30 until 2) and then a catnap late in the afternoon. You're eating most foods now, but you have a preference for bread and veggies. You're not a big fan of fruit (huh?) and meat (uh, come again?). You have to feed yourself, so now pasta or rice isn't really on the menu because you don't want me spooning it to your mouth.
You're a very active boy. You love crawling and climbing and exploring. You can now stand on your own, but not for very long. Your preference for crawling is the "bear crawl" or crawling with one knee and one straight leg. Wood floors.
You love your mommy. And, how. So, I got my momma's boy. You don't like it when I'm out of your view for a moment or two. I mean, I know that I'm totally rad to hang out with, but dude, sometimes I just want to quickly get the phone or get Zoe some food, or get a glass of water. We'll have to work on that.
You are growing up so fast (yes, every parent says this) and you are the loveliest boy. I find myself trying to "freeze" moments in time into my brain (like when you pull yourself up by my hair and bend over sideways to say hello), but alas, since I'd forget my own head if it wasn't screwed on, it's to no avail. I'll need to step up the video and picture taking since those small moments so easily pass.
You don't like the word "no" ... but baby... too bad. You'll hear more of it, this I'm sure. Zoe even says "no" to you a lot. She knows the rules. No chewing on books. No touching the oven. No licking shoes. You'll learn youngling, you'll learn.
Hugs and kisses my almost-one-year-old,
Mommy bear
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The Zoe Chronicles - 34 months old
Dear Zoe,
I'd like to start off by saying we love you more than all the sand in Perth… but frankly, my dear, you're lucky they don't have return or exchange policies for toddlers. OH THE TANTRUMS. You're almost 3 and I thought we were going to get away with bypassing this stage altogether. But since we've been
back from Calgary and you've dropped your daytime nap, we've had about one a day. I'd like to rok up to David Jones, find that little girl that is getting her nappy changed and getting dressed for the day without chucking a major spit tyrant. That little girl? Oh yes please, I'd like to exchange mine for that. That little girl that will get into the car nicely whilst I'm holding a heavy bag and Cole? Oh yes, I'd like to try that one please.
It's always when I have too much to carry that you'll refuse to get into the car. Have you any idea how hard it is to get a liquid toddler into a car seat when holding a baby? Can't let go of the toddler because she'll bolt into traffic. Can't really put the baby down because he'll eat the cigarette butts and crawl under a car. Luckily I have biceps like Schwarzenegger and I can one handedly pick you up and put you in the car (not in the car seat, just the car). Then I secure baby in his capsule and then I have to peel you off the floor or the hatchback partition and try to get you secured. Did I mention you're liquid? It's like trying to get spilled milk back into the sippy cup.
RJ didn't really believe me that you'd have these meltdowns, I mean, you're normally calm and collected and just observe the world in a serene manner. Except that last weekend you didn't want to put your nappy and PJs on for bedtime and we had a 20 minute meltdown, and I think you even scared yourself with how out of control you were. I got very apologetic and appreciative eyes from RJ. Jewelry works too, you know.
So, what else has been going on? Well, your speech is really taking off. You're trying out practically any word and you easily string them along. You've even put two whole sentences together. You still call Pasha "Haha". You still call Cole "Deedee". And food (your favourite word I’m sure) is "boof". Want more boof. You always want more boof.
The most precious and heart warming thing that almost cancels out all the meltdown mayhem… is that you call me mommy bear. I'm no longer mommy. I'm mommy bear. I love it.
And, you LOVE to make Cole laugh. You'll laugh in his face and he'll crack up. He won't crack up for Daddy or me, just you! If he's crying you'll find a favourite toy and give it to him. It's sweet. But you're starting to be possessive of the toys you're playing with. I guess it's because now Cole can follow you and has the ability to take your toys and knock them over. It will only get worse, darling. He'll soon be bigger than you too!
Ok, that's it for now, so let's work towards a happier month,
Big hug,
Mommy bear
I'd like to start off by saying we love you more than all the sand in Perth… but frankly, my dear, you're lucky they don't have return or exchange policies for toddlers. OH THE TANTRUMS. You're almost 3 and I thought we were going to get away with bypassing this stage altogether. But since we've been
back from Calgary and you've dropped your daytime nap, we've had about one a day. I'd like to rok up to David Jones, find that little girl that is getting her nappy changed and getting dressed for the day without chucking a major spit tyrant. That little girl? Oh yes please, I'd like to exchange mine for that. That little girl that will get into the car nicely whilst I'm holding a heavy bag and Cole? Oh yes, I'd like to try that one please. It's always when I have too much to carry that you'll refuse to get into the car. Have you any idea how hard it is to get a liquid toddler into a car seat when holding a baby? Can't let go of the toddler because she'll bolt into traffic. Can't really put the baby down because he'll eat the cigarette butts and crawl under a car. Luckily I have biceps like Schwarzenegger and I can one handedly pick you up and put you in the car (not in the car seat, just the car). Then I secure baby in his capsule and then I have to peel you off the floor or the hatchback partition and try to get you secured. Did I mention you're liquid? It's like trying to get spilled milk back into the sippy cup.
RJ didn't really believe me that you'd have these meltdowns, I mean, you're normally calm and collected and just observe the world in a serene manner. Except that last weekend you didn't want to put your nappy and PJs on for bedtime and we had a 20 minute meltdown, and I think you even scared yourself with how out of control you were. I got very apologetic and appreciative eyes from RJ. Jewelry works too, you know.
So, what else has been going on? Well, your speech is really taking off. You're trying out practically any word and you easily string them along. You've even put two whole sentences together. You still call Pasha "Haha". You still call Cole "Deedee". And food (your favourite word I’m sure) is "boof". Want more boof. You always want more boof.
The most precious and heart warming thing that almost cancels out all the meltdown mayhem… is that you call me mommy bear. I'm no longer mommy. I'm mommy bear. I love it.
And, you LOVE to make Cole laugh. You'll laugh in his face and he'll crack up. He won't crack up for Daddy or me, just you! If he's crying you'll find a favourite toy and give it to him. It's sweet. But you're starting to be possessive of the toys you're playing with. I guess it's because now Cole can follow you and has the ability to take your toys and knock them over. It will only get worse, darling. He'll soon be bigger than you too!Ok, that's it for now, so let's work towards a happier month,
Big hug,
Mommy bear
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Welcome To Calgary... Stay Indoors.
Well, this blog is long overdue. I mean EVERYONE's been waiting for this… and by everyone, I mean the 3 people that read this blog… my brother, my sister, and I think RJ reads it too. Hi Ryan. Hi Tania. Love you RJ.
Ok, so we land in Calgary and the VERY FIRST thing the pilot says when he comes onto the intercom is "WOW. Don't look out your window". That of course means that we landed in a blizzard. Yet again. Honestly, though, couldn't have been more perfect because Zoe took a liking to snow and boy, there was lots of it. She particularly liked eating it. This girl loves eating ice, so you can imagine that this is pretty much a dream come true. Most girls dream of ponies or life sized doll houses or even a car filled with candy, but not Zoe… she dreams of an entire yard filled with ice to EAT. She still talks about snow now that we're back in Perth… specifically she'll have a look of disappointment on her face and point to the ground and sadly say "No snow".
Our first Vegas trip (before Calgary) was pretty special. My brother, his wife, my little neice, and then RJ's mom and brother met us there. It was hectic but such good fun. Really, it didn't seem like 4 days was enough, and this is Vegas we're talking about… where 3 days usually bankrupts you and you start yawning. But, our little man, now aptly named He Who Shall Not Sleep, did not adjust to North American time. This meant that in the first 5 days, I only got 10 hours sleep. This is not a joke. Do not adjust your set. 10 hours dude. I was a non functioning adult by the end of it. I'm very fortunate to have RJ, now to be referred to as He Who Is Strong Like Tree, because he just always took care of it. Walking the hallways with a screaming baby, standing and swaying with a screaming baby, playing in the hotel bathroom with a screaming baby. It's pretty crazy that He Who Shall Not Sleep was still a happy baby the next day. I don't quite get how that works. He did finally adjust after two weeks, just in time to fly home and start again!
It was so great to see all our family and friends, and especially great to see all my nieces and nephews. It's hard to see just how grown up and cool and fabulous they are, knowing that we can't pack them into our suitcase and bring them home.
Cole hit quite a few milestones on this trip -- he started crawling the day we left, he waved bye-bye, he said "mom", and he really perfected his Craps game. He's still such a happy baby and quite the ladies man. When he sees a pretty lady, he'll stop what he's doing and flash his two pearly whites.
Zoe amazed us at how well she traveled. She slept on the planes. She adjusted to the time zone in a day. She's a better traveler than most adults. She had a blast playing with Tadhg and Fiona and the cardboard cubby house at Grandma and Grandpa's. I made the mistake of going in said cubby house because Zoe and Tadhg wouldn't let me out. I finally had to escape through the window (this was like after an HOUR of being held captive). I felt like a Ritz cracker. Except less salty.
That's all for now… sweet dreams everyone.
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Ok, so we land in Calgary and the VERY FIRST thing the pilot says when he comes onto the intercom is "WOW. Don't look out your window". That of course means that we landed in a blizzard. Yet again. Honestly, though, couldn't have been more perfect because Zoe took a liking to snow and boy, there was lots of it. She particularly liked eating it. This girl loves eating ice, so you can imagine that this is pretty much a dream come true. Most girls dream of ponies or life sized doll houses or even a car filled with candy, but not Zoe… she dreams of an entire yard filled with ice to EAT. She still talks about snow now that we're back in Perth… specifically she'll have a look of disappointment on her face and point to the ground and sadly say "No snow".
Our first Vegas trip (before Calgary) was pretty special. My brother, his wife, my little neice, and then RJ's mom and brother met us there. It was hectic but such good fun. Really, it didn't seem like 4 days was enough, and this is Vegas we're talking about… where 3 days usually bankrupts you and you start yawning. But, our little man, now aptly named He Who Shall Not Sleep, did not adjust to North American time. This meant that in the first 5 days, I only got 10 hours sleep. This is not a joke. Do not adjust your set. 10 hours dude. I was a non functioning adult by the end of it. I'm very fortunate to have RJ, now to be referred to as He Who Is Strong Like Tree, because he just always took care of it. Walking the hallways with a screaming baby, standing and swaying with a screaming baby, playing in the hotel bathroom with a screaming baby. It's pretty crazy that He Who Shall Not Sleep was still a happy baby the next day. I don't quite get how that works. He did finally adjust after two weeks, just in time to fly home and start again!
It was so great to see all our family and friends, and especially great to see all my nieces and nephews. It's hard to see just how grown up and cool and fabulous they are, knowing that we can't pack them into our suitcase and bring them home.
Cole hit quite a few milestones on this trip -- he started crawling the day we left, he waved bye-bye, he said "mom", and he really perfected his Craps game. He's still such a happy baby and quite the ladies man. When he sees a pretty lady, he'll stop what he's doing and flash his two pearly whites.
Zoe amazed us at how well she traveled. She slept on the planes. She adjusted to the time zone in a day. She's a better traveler than most adults. She had a blast playing with Tadhg and Fiona and the cardboard cubby house at Grandma and Grandpa's. I made the mistake of going in said cubby house because Zoe and Tadhg wouldn't let me out. I finally had to escape through the window (this was like after an HOUR of being held captive). I felt like a Ritz cracker. Except less salty.
That's all for now… sweet dreams everyone.
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