Tuesday, December 29, 2015

To my getting big boy at 16 months!

Sweet boy, you are walking!  At first, you were careful and looked before you stepped.  Now?  You just plow through and start crying if you happen to step on things on the floor (which is often, because you dump everything out).

When your cousins were here for Christmas, you just loved participating with the big kids on everything.  Luckily, they wanted to play with you, too.  Round and round, you all went.  LOL.

I cut your hair.  It was a bit unruly.  It still is, only shorter.

You did so well when we took your brothers to the Museum of Science and Industry.  We stayed longer than I thought we would, so we had to go to Whole Foods and pick up some snacks for dinner (aw shucks).  You did not fuss once for the ride there.  You were active and interested in the exhibits...to the point that you did not want to nap until you conked out at about 2 (usually you are asleep by noon).  And, you almost made it home without fussing...the last 15 minutes or so were a little hairy.

You are paying more attention to our mouths and therefore, our words.  You are learning that things have names.  You are learning your eyes, nose and mouth.  And you poke ours, too (I don't like that; but, I let you learn without hurting).

You like helping.  You have just learned to put things in the garbage.  So, when I ask you to, you go and put things in the garbage for me.  This is good and not so much...sometimes you put other things in the garbage, too.  We need a piece for the humidifier that we cannot find anywhere...Ahem.  Can you help us find it, sweet pea?

There are often a million (well a handful) of things I want to be sure to remember...and then, I forget.  But, I know I love you and I love watching you grow.  I will take what I remember.  You are a joy!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, big boy!

Thursday, December 17, 2015

4 months

To my happy little baby...at four months.

You weigh 14 lbs and are 25 1/2 inches long!

You went on a plane ride for the first time. You did really well...sleeping most of the flight.

You got your first cold...probably from your sister. You caught it while we were in Florida and have really handled it well. The only time you get upset about it is when you cough to the point where you can't really breathe.

You can take out your paci and move it from one hand to another and put it back in your mouth.

You light up every time your sister comes by you or talks to you and she can get you to do some really killer belly laughs.

You are so very ticklish by your neck and armpit.

You love the water! You like your baths and you liked to splash in the pool.

You want to sit up. When I put you in your bouncy chair, you lean forward to get in a more upright position.

Oh, my Plum, your smile just lights up a room and your sweet little voice just tugs at my heart strings. I love to watch you grow and explore the world...and to see you interact with your sister...well, that's just the bee's knees, in my opinion.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015


To my Greta...my sweet, sweet, Greta,

You are just the sweetest big sister. You often will snuggle with Estella and then say, "I love Stella, Mama." or "Sweet yiddle baby." or "she's bootiful."

You love your cousins so much. You call them your "fwends." And you often tell me you miss them...one cousin, in particular.

You are still taking ballet and have just started soccer (you call it "football").

You made your very first snowman with Daddy. You insisted on the carrot nose and held onto the carrot the entire time.

You kept asking to go to the beach to "blow bubbles", and so we did. We went to Marco Island, FL last week and you were sick the entire time, but that didn't damper your little spirit. You had so much fun playing in the pool and burying the seashells that Daddy would find for you. You called your bathing suit your "costume." At the beginning of the trip, you kept asking to go home, but by the end, you didn't want to leave.

You have this fake laugh that is just so funny.

You are beginning to have a preference about what you wear, which makes Mama a bit sad, I hate to admit. But you are your own person, and you are entitled to make your own decisions. I will dress you for as long as you will let me.

You keep asking us our names and always refer to your sister as "Estella Pwum". And when we ask if you are hungry, you say, "I not hungry. I Teta!" or "I not silly. I Teta!"

You still look like an angel when you sleep and I could still watch you forever.