Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tinkle Tinkle Little Beebo
The other day I walked into the bathroom and Elsie was standing facing the toilet with her pants around her ankles pulling on her belly button. I asked her what was going on and she told me "I tinkle like Daddy."
Clearly, we are doing a bang up job in the potty training department.
The other day I walked into the bathroom and Elsie was standing facing the toilet with her pants around her ankles pulling on her belly button. I asked her what was going on and she told me "I tinkle like Daddy."
Clearly, we are doing a bang up job in the potty training department.
"Kit Don't Play"
At her second month check up, Kit weighed in at a whopping 11 pounds, 6 ounces, in the 64th percentile up from the 39th at her previous visit. She gained over three pounds and grew two inches, measuring 23 inches, the 74th percentile for height, up from the 52th. Lest you think she is just a mammoth, though, she does have a dainty head--only the 18th percentile.
Here are some shots of her in a few of Elsie's hand-me-downs, the green cow pjs from the Connors and the adorable red birdie jumpsuit from Peggy Pope. It is so fun to compare the two in these. Of course, Elsie was five months old when she was filling them out. Upon reflecting on these stats, Elaine remarked "Kit don't play."
Notice too that Kit is ahead of the curve in other areas: first sunburn and first tattoo--clearly indications of superior parenting--see red heart on right wrist.
At her second month check up, Kit weighed in at a whopping 11 pounds, 6 ounces, in the 64th percentile up from the 39th at her previous visit. She gained over three pounds and grew two inches, measuring 23 inches, the 74th percentile for height, up from the 52th. Lest you think she is just a mammoth, though, she does have a dainty head--only the 18th percentile.
Here are some shots of her in a few of Elsie's hand-me-downs, the green cow pjs from the Connors and the adorable red birdie jumpsuit from Peggy Pope. It is so fun to compare the two in these. Of course, Elsie was five months old when she was filling them out. Upon reflecting on these stats, Elaine remarked "Kit don't play."
Notice too that Kit is ahead of the curve in other areas: first sunburn and first tattoo--clearly indications of superior parenting--see red heart on right wrist.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
BFFs: Elsie and Camille
If you have had a phone conversation with Elsie recently--and many of you have, I know, she is into the phone but not adept with it--chances are, she has mentioned Camille, her best buddy. Elsie attends school with her on MWF and goes to library storytime on Thursday mornings with her and then has occasional playdates with the moms as well. The first photo is at library storytime--the girls are not being good listeners! The pictures that follow are the girls at the Georgia Historical Society Georgia Day parade--they are practicing for the big parade on St. Patrick's Day in two weeks!
If you have had a phone conversation with Elsie recently--and many of you have, I know, she is into the phone but not adept with it--chances are, she has mentioned Camille, her best buddy. Elsie attends school with her on MWF and goes to library storytime on Thursday mornings with her and then has occasional playdates with the moms as well. The first photo is at library storytime--the girls are not being good listeners! The pictures that follow are the girls at the Georgia Historical Society Georgia Day parade--they are practicing for the big parade on St. Patrick's Day in two weeks!
Monday, March 02, 2009
Nice to Meet You, Kit.
Hours after Elsie was born, we called our family and friends and I had a friend ask me if when I saw her "it was like I knew her" or "recognized" her, if she seemed familiar to me. And it was an interesting question that I thought about then and have considered since with Kit's birth, because actually what is so surprising is that the opposite is true. Elsie was so completely alien to me. She was strange because she was a baby, something foreign to me, but also as a person. And now, I am having the same experience with Kit. It is like I am just getting to know her--she is so unfamiliar to me, yet fascinating in spite of all of her newborn limitations. In fact, what I find is that getting to know her is not unlike falling in love: I met her and liked the looks of her, and then before too long, I can't get enough of her. I am enthralled by every little face twitch and semi-smile. Then the real smiles came, and my heart melted just like the cliches said it should. And I feel a catch in my throat... What we have seems like a private matter that no one has ever experienced before.
I had forgotten about this process, but I realized that aspects of it never disappear. Still to this day, when I'm lying in bed, relieved to be quiet in bed with Elsie and Kit quiet in beds in their own rooms, I find myself trying to remember the details of their expressions from earlier that day, trying to picture them precisely in my mind's eye, and eagerly anticipate seeing them again the next morning. No matter how "two" Elsie acted that day and no matter how glad I am that they are asleep, I can't wait to see them again. And I feel that catch in my throat.
Hours after Elsie was born, we called our family and friends and I had a friend ask me if when I saw her "it was like I knew her" or "recognized" her, if she seemed familiar to me. And it was an interesting question that I thought about then and have considered since with Kit's birth, because actually what is so surprising is that the opposite is true. Elsie was so completely alien to me. She was strange because she was a baby, something foreign to me, but also as a person. And now, I am having the same experience with Kit. It is like I am just getting to know her--she is so unfamiliar to me, yet fascinating in spite of all of her newborn limitations. In fact, what I find is that getting to know her is not unlike falling in love: I met her and liked the looks of her, and then before too long, I can't get enough of her. I am enthralled by every little face twitch and semi-smile. Then the real smiles came, and my heart melted just like the cliches said it should. And I feel a catch in my throat... What we have seems like a private matter that no one has ever experienced before.
I had forgotten about this process, but I realized that aspects of it never disappear. Still to this day, when I'm lying in bed, relieved to be quiet in bed with Elsie and Kit quiet in beds in their own rooms, I find myself trying to remember the details of their expressions from earlier that day, trying to picture them precisely in my mind's eye, and eagerly anticipate seeing them again the next morning. No matter how "two" Elsie acted that day and no matter how glad I am that they are asleep, I can't wait to see them again. And I feel that catch in my throat.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Housebound
We were housebound this weekend--housebound with rain and tornadoes on Saturday and housebound with freezing cold and potential flurries on Sunday--housebound with Elsie with a fever and cold and cough as well. Housebound with an energetic two year old who is, but doesn't feel, sick is hell. She had the same energy level yet was stuck indoors. I never knew how much I depended on trips to Target and Publix, walks to the park, or playdates just to survive. We even tried to be bad and let her watch TV--hell, we even rented her movies--but no, she wouldn't indulge in being a couch potato with us. Instead, we had to constantly come up with new activities to satisfy her twenty minute attention span. Sometimes, we had creative craft ideas with good intentions and failed execution. (You won't get the "cards" Elsie made for you. They wouldn't be worth the postage.) And sometimes, we failed to come up with activities all together--hence, Elsie's idea to play beauty parlor with Daddy.
We were housebound this weekend--housebound with rain and tornadoes on Saturday and housebound with freezing cold and potential flurries on Sunday--housebound with Elsie with a fever and cold and cough as well. Housebound with an energetic two year old who is, but doesn't feel, sick is hell. She had the same energy level yet was stuck indoors. I never knew how much I depended on trips to Target and Publix, walks to the park, or playdates just to survive. We even tried to be bad and let her watch TV--hell, we even rented her movies--but no, she wouldn't indulge in being a couch potato with us. Instead, we had to constantly come up with new activities to satisfy her twenty minute attention span. Sometimes, we had creative craft ideas with good intentions and failed execution. (You won't get the "cards" Elsie made for you. They wouldn't be worth the postage.) And sometimes, we failed to come up with activities all together--hence, Elsie's idea to play beauty parlor with Daddy.
Friday, February 27, 2009
And Who Does She Look Like?
So everyone asks who she looks like. Here we can compare. Elsie wore these same "tiny jeans" from Corie and Jamie at six weeks old. Our big girl is already busting out. To me, she seems to look a lot like Elsie at this age... not like Elsie now, and people tend to say she resembles David. Maybe she'll go brunette like him and get his good looks. Stay tuned...
And as for what we call her, Kit's nicknaming Daddy has dubbed her "little bear"... for now.
So everyone asks who she looks like. Here we can compare. Elsie wore these same "tiny jeans" from Corie and Jamie at six weeks old. Our big girl is already busting out. To me, she seems to look a lot like Elsie at this age... not like Elsie now, and people tend to say she resembles David. Maybe she'll go brunette like him and get his good looks. Stay tuned...
And as for what we call her, Kit's nicknaming Daddy has dubbed her "little bear"... for now.
Sisters
Folks have been asking about how Elsie gets along with her baby sister, and it has been really good so far. By no means is Elsie an angel--she is two and a half, but she doesn't seem to act out against Kit or resent her.... at this time. Ask us again when Kit decides to play with Elsie's Dora dollhouse or animal hospital. Elsie loves bathing Kit, tickling her, getting her to smile, assisting with tummy time, and then here in the last shot, helping her get ready to go out. Elsie decided she needed some toys to go on a walk.... check out the menagerie surrounding Kit's head.
Folks have been asking about how Elsie gets along with her baby sister, and it has been really good so far. By no means is Elsie an angel--she is two and a half, but she doesn't seem to act out against Kit or resent her.... at this time. Ask us again when Kit decides to play with Elsie's Dora dollhouse or animal hospital. Elsie loves bathing Kit, tickling her, getting her to smile, assisting with tummy time, and then here in the last shot, helping her get ready to go out. Elsie decided she needed some toys to go on a walk.... check out the menagerie surrounding Kit's head.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Out of the Mouth of Elsie, Part II
Over breakfast, she tells me this story. (I actually jotted it down verbatim.)
"Bryce was in the treehouse in the town describing and fixing wheels. He pooped in the treehouse."
Later in the car, she told me that she was going to make cupcakes in the treehouse at school and Aunt Kate was going to come--not Uncle Johnny. The cupcakes were chocolate with candles.
Over breakfast, she tells me this story. (I actually jotted it down verbatim.)
"Bryce was in the treehouse in the town describing and fixing wheels. He pooped in the treehouse."
Later in the car, she told me that she was going to make cupcakes in the treehouse at school and Aunt Kate was going to come--not Uncle Johnny. The cupcakes were chocolate with candles.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Out of the Mouth of Elsie
Kono--name of giraffe
Canus--name of buffalo
Kaffee--name of turtle nightlight
"hmmm let's see what we do today? I know go to Alanta."
Major upchuck after the Valentine's party on the way home from school speeding to meet Carol Spadaro, my college roommate's mother, coming through town on a visit.
"Where's daddy's computer?" Still held hostage and may never be returned especially after our behavior on the phone with HP "service" representatives.
Kono--name of giraffe
Canus--name of buffalo
Kaffee--name of turtle nightlight
"hmmm let's see what we do today? I know go to Alanta."
Major upchuck after the Valentine's party on the way home from school speeding to meet Carol Spadaro, my college roommate's mother, coming through town on a visit.
"Where's daddy's computer?" Still held hostage and may never be returned especially after our behavior on the phone with HP "service" representatives.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
If I had a computer...
that worked... I might upload pictures of my birthday festivities. January 31st was a great day--not because I turned 37, but because I awoke to freshly baked homemade from scratch cupcakes delivered by Elsie and her daddy to my bed! I might upload pictures of Elsie and Daddy coming home from swimming or the balloons and bling and card I received as presents from them. I might upload pictures of dinner with the Belzers--though we missed the Martins! I might upload pictures of the wonderful gifts and cards I received.
I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Kate and Uncle Johnny and our adventures to see trains, at the park, or out to dinner. I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Meredith and her friend Charles and our fun downtown with our wine guy Stan Ray and his family. I might upload pictures of our dinner at Vinnie's or our adventures at the honey shop--Savannah Bee Company on Broughton. Elsie loves that place--she gets to sit in a hive and dress like a beekeeper. I might upload pictures of our fun at the free museum day today going to the Roundhouse museum and the Jepson museum.
I might upload pictures of how much Kit likes the Bjorn and how much Elsie likes to spin around and around and get dizzy. I might upload pictures of how handsome David looks with the Bjorn on spinning his dizzy daughter around and around--you might notice how he is graying a bit. Remember, I'm only older than he is for another month.
But I can't upload these pictures because our computer is being held hostage and we have an impossible antique to deal with in the meantime.
that worked... I might upload pictures of my birthday festivities. January 31st was a great day--not because I turned 37, but because I awoke to freshly baked homemade from scratch cupcakes delivered by Elsie and her daddy to my bed! I might upload pictures of Elsie and Daddy coming home from swimming or the balloons and bling and card I received as presents from them. I might upload pictures of dinner with the Belzers--though we missed the Martins! I might upload pictures of the wonderful gifts and cards I received.
I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Kate and Uncle Johnny and our adventures to see trains, at the park, or out to dinner. I might upload pictures of our visit from Aunt Meredith and her friend Charles and our fun downtown with our wine guy Stan Ray and his family. I might upload pictures of our dinner at Vinnie's or our adventures at the honey shop--Savannah Bee Company on Broughton. Elsie loves that place--she gets to sit in a hive and dress like a beekeeper. I might upload pictures of our fun at the free museum day today going to the Roundhouse museum and the Jepson museum.
I might upload pictures of how much Kit likes the Bjorn and how much Elsie likes to spin around and around and get dizzy. I might upload pictures of how handsome David looks with the Bjorn on spinning his dizzy daughter around and around--you might notice how he is graying a bit. Remember, I'm only older than he is for another month.
But I can't upload these pictures because our computer is being held hostage and we have an impossible antique to deal with in the meantime.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Tales of Judy
The other day when I asked Elsie to come to me to get ready for naptime she told me she couldn't because she was busy feeding Judy. I came around the corner prepared for an involved tea party and discovered Elsie sitting on the sofa with Judy kicked out to the side--all three feet of her, face planted in Elsie's belly. She tells me she "can't come right now. I feeding Judy with my belly." You may remember Judy from this earlier post--she was the highly developed and very tall doll that Nonie gave her for Christmas. So for the rest of the day when I nursed baby sister, Judy also took her turn with E.
In fact, Judy has had lots of action lately--she was Elsie's choice for show and tell a few weeks back at school. I had suggested a few books, a photo, a stuffed monkey, but no, Judy had to go. Her pants are so tight that she couldn't sit to ride in the car to school but no worries Elsie strapped her into the seatbelt in a standing position. It was a bit cold for Judy's midriff revealing top and bare feet, but she compensated for that lack with extra accessories, makeup and jewelry. Ahhh Judy.... Her classmates were in awe of this baby teenager doll, but I'm not sure her teachers were as impressed.
And there would be photos of some, not all, of these adventures, if only we had a freakin' computer that wasn't too old to handle such things... Still having computer issues... Stay tuned.
The other day when I asked Elsie to come to me to get ready for naptime she told me she couldn't because she was busy feeding Judy. I came around the corner prepared for an involved tea party and discovered Elsie sitting on the sofa with Judy kicked out to the side--all three feet of her, face planted in Elsie's belly. She tells me she "can't come right now. I feeding Judy with my belly." You may remember Judy from this earlier post--she was the highly developed and very tall doll that Nonie gave her for Christmas. So for the rest of the day when I nursed baby sister, Judy also took her turn with E.
In fact, Judy has had lots of action lately--she was Elsie's choice for show and tell a few weeks back at school. I had suggested a few books, a photo, a stuffed monkey, but no, Judy had to go. Her pants are so tight that she couldn't sit to ride in the car to school but no worries Elsie strapped her into the seatbelt in a standing position. It was a bit cold for Judy's midriff revealing top and bare feet, but she compensated for that lack with extra accessories, makeup and jewelry. Ahhh Judy.... Her classmates were in awe of this baby teenager doll, but I'm not sure her teachers were as impressed.
And there would be photos of some, not all, of these adventures, if only we had a freakin' computer that wasn't too old to handle such things... Still having computer issues... Stay tuned.
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