We joyfully welcome the newest member of the family, Tanner Kailua Millard. Our kids have a new baby cousin and look forward to meeting her soon! Congratulations Millard family. We miss you lots!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Welcome Tanner!
We joyfully welcome the newest member of the family, Tanner Kailua Millard. Our kids have a new baby cousin and look forward to meeting her soon! Congratulations Millard family. We miss you lots!
To The Point
Finally, a few moments to get to the blog. I have so much to say but too few minutes to get it all down so I thought I would at least get some pics up from the last month. It's been grand! Mostly. There has been more crying than I would like from the newbie but, it's hard being small. The holidays are always wonderful but this year they come with an added sweetness and not just of the high caloric kind. It's the first year where our little girl "gets" it and let me tell you, you only have to tell these kids once about Santa. She is anxiously awaiting his arrival and here is a photo watching a video message from Santa. The man has certainly kept up with technology.
The first dance performance was over the weekend. It went better than expected but certainly left room for improvement. Meaning, she didn't freeze up from stage fright and go screaming off the stage. At the end of their 55 second performance my girlfriend says, "Well your daughter stole the show." There is truth to the statement but unfortunately, not in the way I would have hoped. I'll just say that she did her own thing and looked like she was having a great time. Below is a picture of the girls before the show and my little one taking it all in after.
The new little man of the house has settled in and graces us with smiles daily. What gratification the first smiles bring!
And the two kids seem to be taking to one another. He loves to watch her and flash a shiny grin her way. She must know where he is at all times and enjoys putting toys in his lap for him to play with.
Merry Christmas from the whole family!
The first dance performance was over the weekend. It went better than expected but certainly left room for improvement. Meaning, she didn't freeze up from stage fright and go screaming off the stage. At the end of their 55 second performance my girlfriend says, "Well your daughter stole the show." There is truth to the statement but unfortunately, not in the way I would have hoped. I'll just say that she did her own thing and looked like she was having a great time. Below is a picture of the girls before the show and my little one taking it all in after.
The new little man of the house has settled in and graces us with smiles daily. What gratification the first smiles bring!
And the two kids seem to be taking to one another. He loves to watch her and flash a shiny grin her way. She must know where he is at all times and enjoys putting toys in his lap for him to play with.
Merry Christmas from the whole family!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
This New Life
What a joyous few weeks (outside of the evil stomach flu virus that rocked the family)! Of course it's also been a bit sleepless and overworked but the pain is overshadowed by how the new addition has shaken up the household. Each of our lives have been uniquely enriched by our blessed Keaton.I've heard people question whether they have enough love to give to the second child. I say, absolutely. Not only do I have as much love for my new son, I find that my love for both of my children has grown tenfold over the past few weeks. I do not believe our love is finite. The more we give, the more we have to give. So now having a whole other person to care for and love has grown my heart even more.
Although the heavy lifting is done by the parents, our little girl has been the most rocked by the new kid. The first few days saw lots of adjusting. She walked into my hospital room to meet the infamous baby that Mommy and Daddy have been talking about all year with a look of apprehension, as if she was wondering, "Is my Mommy still the same?" When our eyes met and I immediately embraced her I felt her relax as she realized she was still Mommy's little girl. She met her future roommate with interest and curiosity. It took a few days for the nerves to settle and her to adjust to the big sister role, which she has done fabulously. I think that has been the single most enjoyable thing for me since bringing my second child home. Being a big sis has matured her, virtually overnight. Not only does she try to be helpful but she understands, and accepts, the she needs to occupy herself more. What a joy to watch her play and manipulate her little world of dinosaurs, princesses, and little people, voices and all.
But what is truly heartbreaking is watching her fall in love with her brother. I've heard this from other Moms and thought, "Yeah, that must be really beautiful." I was not prepared. The first few days she kept her distance. She eventually touched his hand. When he was two weeks old, she asked to hold him. A few days later she kissed him on the forehead. She is always concerned when he cries and is quick to offer his needs. When he started crying today, she started to sing one of her favorite songs to him, Old McDonald. In the mornings she says, "Good morning little guy," and when he shows off with a gassy smile she responds, "Oh, that was a good smile lil' fella."
I've always believed that the greatest gift I could give my daughter was a sibling and now I'm sure of it. Here is one of her first interactions with our new baby!
But what is truly heartbreaking is watching her fall in love with her brother. I've heard this from other Moms and thought, "Yeah, that must be really beautiful." I was not prepared. The first few days she kept her distance. She eventually touched his hand. When he was two weeks old, she asked to hold him. A few days later she kissed him on the forehead. She is always concerned when he cries and is quick to offer his needs. When he started crying today, she started to sing one of her favorite songs to him, Old McDonald. In the mornings she says, "Good morning little guy," and when he shows off with a gassy smile she responds, "Oh, that was a good smile lil' fella."
I've always believed that the greatest gift I could give my daughter was a sibling and now I'm sure of it. Here is one of her first interactions with our new baby!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Family Weekend Out
Last weekend we had a wonderful time at my Mom's Group Halloween party at the park. The little one had been looking forward to it and was so excited to get in character.
She hand selected her costume and the winner is....
Our lovely Belle. The entire ride to the park she asked if Cinderella will be there, and Snow White, and the list goes on. Imagine her excitement when the first friends she came upon were....
It was the meeting of the Princesses! She was equally enthusiastic to see Darth Vader, Storm Troopers and Batman (she has been outspoken that this is definitely what Daddy should be for Halloween, "a batman," she says.)
A Halloween party is just not complete without the cookie decorating.
It was a beautiful day in the suburbs and we finished off the morning with a quick stop at the local brewery's Oktoberfest celebration, much to the enjoyment of Daddy. He got to sample the local brew and the little one and I enjoyed the band. Needless to say, I got Mommy props for planning such a fun day and was given a break from the dinner and bedtime nightly routine!
Looking forward to the tricks and treats on Friday.
She hand selected her costume and the winner is....
Our lovely Belle. The entire ride to the park she asked if Cinderella will be there, and Snow White, and the list goes on. Imagine her excitement when the first friends she came upon were....
It was the meeting of the Princesses! She was equally enthusiastic to see Darth Vader, Storm Troopers and Batman (she has been outspoken that this is definitely what Daddy should be for Halloween, "a batman," she says.)
A Halloween party is just not complete without the cookie decorating.
It was a beautiful day in the suburbs and we finished off the morning with a quick stop at the local brewery's Oktoberfest celebration, much to the enjoyment of Daddy. He got to sample the local brew and the little one and I enjoyed the band. Needless to say, I got Mommy props for planning such a fun day and was given a break from the dinner and bedtime nightly routine!
Looking forward to the tricks and treats on Friday.
Monday, October 13, 2008
A Genuine Pumpkin Patch
We took our annual homage to the pumpkin patch, and I mean a real pumpkin patch. Not the side of the freeway bounce house type. We ventured to the town of Valley Center, with some great friends, to a real farm where the pumpkins you pick are actually grown there. Some may recall the huge pumpkin picture from last year.We all had a great time and I think the pictures capture the event nicely. The little one had been looking forward to the trip for several weeks now and did not disappoint in showing her excitement when we pulled in the dirt paved, make-shift parking lot. One of the qualities I most appreciate is her general, and vocal, enthusiasm for most every event we do. Her excitement is certainly infectious if you happen to be the parents in her life!
She laughed through the pony ride, got a little scared on the slide, and took off running through the pumpkin patch, stopping to hug almost every giant pumpkin. What a joy of a day!
More on the day at TMST.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
An Emerging Princess
Yep, it's happening and there's no point in fighting it any longer. My daughter is intent on entering the princess stage. It's just what girls do although I do not remember ever going through this myself. Perhaps it's the super marketing by those geniuses at Disney or just the American consumer that fuels the fire. It brings out the inherent femininity of a little girl.
The little one has had a mild interest in the different Disney princesses and fairies for the past year but yesterday the words came out of her mouth for the first time, "I'm a Princess. Where's my magic wand?" I admit it's very cute but I refuse to overly douse this fire with lighter fluid for fear it will spin out of control. It started a couple weeks ago when the local dance studio was our neighbor vendor at the Harbor Days festival. I asked my munchkin if she wanted to try dance classes. She said yes, of course, and made mention of it daily since then. I knew she had a friend in the class who just started so I agreed to a free trial class to check out what it was all about. She was the youngest in the class but you would not have known by her enthusiasm and readiness to jump right in. About half of the class needed coaxing by Mom to get involved and a few banished themselves to the wall and outright refused any part of the charade. The little one laughed, smiled, and followed instruction for the full hour and refused to leave class when it was over. She sat in the big empty room by herself in total denial that it was over for the day.
Since I had not committed to joining and was unsure it would even work out I didn't purchase the appropriate dress code for the class. She was the only one not in leotard and missing both tap and ballet shoes. As we were leaving she said, "We have to go buy my dance costume." And so we did.
Last night she insisted on putting the leotard on and that is when she became our "little princess". Daddy rolled his eyes but could not help but to comment on how cute it all was.
I finally got her to take her "dance costume" off for bath time and she asked, "Where are my dino's (dinosaurs)?"
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The Great Costume Debate
As some may remember, the little munchkin won the costume contest last year for her representation of a pink octopus.
She selected the costume herself and it was a big hit at the parties. So we sort of set the bar pretty high in our first "real" year out and now there has been much discussion as to what costume we will display this year.
Since the due date for the next irresistible bundle of joy is scheduled for Halloween day, I feel the need to button down and purchase this year's costume asap. The problem is, in typical kid fashion, the costume choice changes from hour to hour and day to day. Some top choices have been a bunny, Aladdin, Princess Jasmine, Leo from the Little Einsteins, and an elephant.
I took her to several costume stores and there was mild interest in a couple here and there but mostly unimpressed with the selection...on her part. I saw a half dozen adorable costumes to fit the bill but she confidently said, "NO." At our fifth store they had a super selection and impressive Halloween display. She thoroughly enjoyed all the decorations. "Look at that Mommy," she said, and "Oh, look, what's that?" Then she said, "I want to hold you," when we got to the scary, spooky decorations. Then the great wall of costumes. We finally selected two that were try-on worthy and headed to the dressing room. We put the first one on and she refused to take it off. "Are you sure this is the one you want," I asked. "Yes," she responds without hesitation. We head up to the check out counter, still wearing the costume, and pay for the empty packaging. As I was checking out, the lady says, it can be returned up to ten days before Halloween. She is experienced enough to know that the little one is likely to change her mind about 20 times before the actual holiday and God Bless the lady at the counter for her reassurance.
The excitement has already diminished on our selected costume since last week. I am fully prepared to just place this one in the dress up/costume box and pick up one or two more before the big day. That's just the way it goes as I try to plan ahead but it sure is fun to watch her imagination go and think up all the fun things she can pretend to be. I have one or two costumes in mind that I would like for her and I might just put one together and give her a choice of costume displays.
She selected the costume herself and it was a big hit at the parties. So we sort of set the bar pretty high in our first "real" year out and now there has been much discussion as to what costume we will display this year.
Since the due date for the next irresistible bundle of joy is scheduled for Halloween day, I feel the need to button down and purchase this year's costume asap. The problem is, in typical kid fashion, the costume choice changes from hour to hour and day to day. Some top choices have been a bunny, Aladdin, Princess Jasmine, Leo from the Little Einsteins, and an elephant.
I took her to several costume stores and there was mild interest in a couple here and there but mostly unimpressed with the selection...on her part. I saw a half dozen adorable costumes to fit the bill but she confidently said, "NO." At our fifth store they had a super selection and impressive Halloween display. She thoroughly enjoyed all the decorations. "Look at that Mommy," she said, and "Oh, look, what's that?" Then she said, "I want to hold you," when we got to the scary, spooky decorations. Then the great wall of costumes. We finally selected two that were try-on worthy and headed to the dressing room. We put the first one on and she refused to take it off. "Are you sure this is the one you want," I asked. "Yes," she responds without hesitation. We head up to the check out counter, still wearing the costume, and pay for the empty packaging. As I was checking out, the lady says, it can be returned up to ten days before Halloween. She is experienced enough to know that the little one is likely to change her mind about 20 times before the actual holiday and God Bless the lady at the counter for her reassurance.
The excitement has already diminished on our selected costume since last week. I am fully prepared to just place this one in the dress up/costume box and pick up one or two more before the big day. That's just the way it goes as I try to plan ahead but it sure is fun to watch her imagination go and think up all the fun things she can pretend to be. I have one or two costumes in mind that I would like for her and I might just put one together and give her a choice of costume displays.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
It's been an action packed week, and summer for that matter! One thing is for certain, the little one enjoys spending time with friends. She really thrives on visiting and playing with her buddies. Since I've been told that I need to post more photos, I thought I would just select some pictures from the past week's happenings and time spent with our pals.
Fun beach day with Lailani and Jake:
With Ayla, waiting for their favorite band Hullaballoo at a super fun playdate:
Hullaballoo, a real tiny tot crowd pleaser:
Bathtime with Grace:
Poolside with cousin Tawny:
Fun visit with the Savage Family:
Two very dirty girls. Good old fashion backyard play with Sydney:
Friends:
And our newest buddy, GO ANNABELLE!
Fun beach day with Lailani and Jake:
With Ayla, waiting for their favorite band Hullaballoo at a super fun playdate:
Hullaballoo, a real tiny tot crowd pleaser:
Bathtime with Grace:
Poolside with cousin Tawny:
Fun visit with the Savage Family:
Two very dirty girls. Good old fashion backyard play with Sydney:
Friends:
And our newest buddy, GO ANNABELLE!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Some Things Haven't Changed
When was the last time you were at a public library? Shamefully I admit that it has been 11 years and if you don't count school libraries, I have to go back to junior high for my last public library visit. Which, consequently, was the last time I had a public issued library card. It's not that I don't read. I love books and I always have at least one that I am reading at any given time. Barnes and Noble and Borders have replaced the need for a library in my life as I have been conditioned by the publishing companies that it is far more convenient to purchase the book than go through the hassle of using a library. I do enjoy owning the books that I read but in an attempt to make more sound financial decisions I think some adjustments in attitude can be made. Yesterday I got my first public issue library card in 20 years!
What prompted all of this? I've heard the Oceanside Public Library has a great Toddler Storytime program every week and I have been intending on checking it out for months now. The little one has been under the weather so my normal morning workout has been cancelled most of the week as a courtesy to the other kids and moms at the gym childcare. She seemed to be on the mend yesterday and I seized the opportunity to get over to the library for story time. Also, the weekly Farmer's Market is located directly in front of the library on Thursday's and I've already mentioned how much the munchkin and I enjoy that....bonus!
The outing proved to be a great success. She loved it! We sang songs, read a story, and made a craft to correspond with the book. Her enthusiasm surprised me as she sang on cue and attentively sat on the carpet in front of the teacher, listening to every word of the story. We have this to show for the morning:
And it was all FREE! She even checked out a few books with her new library card.
When Daddy came home from work and heard about our day, he smiled as it brought back memories of his childhood. He said he went to the library every week during the summers for the reading programs and the activities offered. Guess what? Those programs still exist and they are still free. Our library has a number of computers with Internet access and educational games for the kids. The technology is current and the general ease of use surprised me. I feel foolish to have neglected this resource for so long.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Water Fun Update
We had the opportunity to enjoy some pool time as a family on Sunday and it is clear that swim lessons have really changed the little one's attitude about being in the water as demonstrated by this:
The last three weeks have shown a complete turn around in her enthusiasm for being in the water. The crying has stopped for one. She lets the teacher dunk her and actually swims with her face in the water, teacher assisted. Their methodology is very interesting to me, someone who has never had nor given a swim lesson. They first start by getting the child comfortable in the water. Then they get them use to having their face and head underwater. Next step is to work on holding their breath and once they are able to comfortably go a distance, they start working on hand strokes. The little one is working on having her face in the water and holding her breath. Also, opening her eyes and grabbing a toy while underwater. It is so fun to watch.
While we were at the pool this past weekend, Mommy and Daddy played swim teacher a bit and the the munchkin played along. Before we knew it she was jumping in and enjoying having her head underwater. Of course this is all while holding our hands as we haven't got to the swimming/floating in our swim lessons but I'm sure that will come in time.
It was a true joy to see her having so much fun in the pool. Partly because both of us love the water so much, but mostly because I have watched her overcome this fear and embrace something new. The smiles and laughs were hard fought and she earned every one through a small triumph of her spirit.
We just signed up for our 3rd 3 week session. No sense in giving up now while we have the momentum!
The last three weeks have shown a complete turn around in her enthusiasm for being in the water. The crying has stopped for one. She lets the teacher dunk her and actually swims with her face in the water, teacher assisted. Their methodology is very interesting to me, someone who has never had nor given a swim lesson. They first start by getting the child comfortable in the water. Then they get them use to having their face and head underwater. Next step is to work on holding their breath and once they are able to comfortably go a distance, they start working on hand strokes. The little one is working on having her face in the water and holding her breath. Also, opening her eyes and grabbing a toy while underwater. It is so fun to watch.
While we were at the pool this past weekend, Mommy and Daddy played swim teacher a bit and the the munchkin played along. Before we knew it she was jumping in and enjoying having her head underwater. Of course this is all while holding our hands as we haven't got to the swimming/floating in our swim lessons but I'm sure that will come in time.
It was a true joy to see her having so much fun in the pool. Partly because both of us love the water so much, but mostly because I have watched her overcome this fear and embrace something new. The smiles and laughs were hard fought and she earned every one through a small triumph of her spirit.
We just signed up for our 3rd 3 week session. No sense in giving up now while we have the momentum!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Lights, Cameras, and Lots of Action!
It's clear that the little one is ready for Disneyland. On our recent family trip to Las Vegas to celebrate Grandma's 70th birthday, the munchkin was in awe of everything she saw.
Grandma loves everything French and has dreams of someday going to Paris. The family delivered her the next best thing, a suite at the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas. As we pulled in to town, the little one started yelling with excitement from the backseat, "Pyramids!" Followed by, "Look at that castle." When we got off the freeway to head towards the big surprise at Grandma's hotel, she points and says, "I see it. The Eiffel Tower!" All of the great structures she's learned about in one location. Mind you she has no idea that they are not actually the "real" thing but why crush the spirits of a 2 year old.
At one point in the evening, around 10pm, we found ourselves walking to the hotel across the street to see the gardens. I was walking behind the kiddo as she held Grandma's hand. She was pointing and looking in every direction and chatting to Grandma about everything she saw. All the huge TV's, lights, water shows and even an "obelisk"! It was a priceless moment.
Of course we couldn't refuse the fancy gelato after a quick walk through the botanical gardens. When all was said and done that evening. We were walking back to the car, it was after 11pm, the munchkin was covered with raspberry gelato face and Daddy and I look at each other. He says, "She has had every sense stimulated. This is what Disneyland will be like." It was so fun to watch her take in the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of all the action. I find it funny, in a disturbing sort of way, that we saw this beautiful display of innocence in Las Vegas of all places.
Best we take it to the Magic Kingdom.
The sum total of the weekend: the little one stayed up way past her bedtime, ate too many sweets and took her first limo ride. We still haven't gotten back on schedule. The perma-grin and belly laughs as a result of the weekend fun, that's what life is all about!
Grandma loves everything French and has dreams of someday going to Paris. The family delivered her the next best thing, a suite at the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas. As we pulled in to town, the little one started yelling with excitement from the backseat, "Pyramids!" Followed by, "Look at that castle." When we got off the freeway to head towards the big surprise at Grandma's hotel, she points and says, "I see it. The Eiffel Tower!" All of the great structures she's learned about in one location. Mind you she has no idea that they are not actually the "real" thing but why crush the spirits of a 2 year old.
At one point in the evening, around 10pm, we found ourselves walking to the hotel across the street to see the gardens. I was walking behind the kiddo as she held Grandma's hand. She was pointing and looking in every direction and chatting to Grandma about everything she saw. All the huge TV's, lights, water shows and even an "obelisk"! It was a priceless moment.
Of course we couldn't refuse the fancy gelato after a quick walk through the botanical gardens. When all was said and done that evening. We were walking back to the car, it was after 11pm, the munchkin was covered with raspberry gelato face and Daddy and I look at each other. He says, "She has had every sense stimulated. This is what Disneyland will be like." It was so fun to watch her take in the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of all the action. I find it funny, in a disturbing sort of way, that we saw this beautiful display of innocence in Las Vegas of all places.
Best we take it to the Magic Kingdom.
The sum total of the weekend: the little one stayed up way past her bedtime, ate too many sweets and took her first limo ride. We still haven't gotten back on schedule. The perma-grin and belly laughs as a result of the weekend fun, that's what life is all about!
Friday, July 11, 2008
A Public Service Announcement
I'm stunned regarding a news piece I saw this morning on fluorescent light bulbs. They are suppose to be longer lasting, more efficient and all around better for your home and the environment. Or are they? Just drop and break one of them and the mercury inside will kill you or leave you seriously sick. Here is the news clip I saw this morning on proper disposal if broken.
I checked the EPA website for confirmation.
Step 4 states:
All this talk about the dangers of mercury in the seafood and immunizations but yet we should all replace every light bulb in our home with these fluorescent mercury bombs. Well, I'm not buying it.
I checked the EPA website for confirmation.
Step 4 states:
"If clothing or bedding materials come in direct contact with broken glass or mercury-containing powder from inside the bulb that may stick to the fabric, the clothing or bedding should be thrown away. Do not wash such clothing or bedding because mercury fragments in the clothing may contaminate the machine and/or pollute sewage."There are reports that the old fashioned incandescent light bulbs will be phased out by 2012 which means I better start stocking up now! Not only is the light from the fluorescent bulbs highly unpleasant and makes a constant humming noise, now I learn it's hazardous to the health of my family. I suppose it's perfectly safe as long as you don't break one....which of course, never happens.
All this talk about the dangers of mercury in the seafood and immunizations but yet we should all replace every light bulb in our home with these fluorescent mercury bombs. Well, I'm not buying it.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Holiday Greetings
Happy 4th of July!
The little one is looking forward to staying up late to watch the fireworks. She says, "I'm going to stay awake for the fire!" Let's hope that's not the case but instead the beautiful sights and sounds of the Oceanside fireworks display.
The family is planning on attending our first movie together today. The munchkin has been anticipating it for months. "We are going to see Wall-E and get popcorn and watch the big TV!" she says. We're going to take in an early movie, then head outside to enjoy the beautiful So-Cal sunshine with a post sunset fireworks extravaganza. If we're really motivated, we'll hop on the new, local light rail system to go down to the beach for the big O'Fest celebration. Otherwise, I hear the local park does a pretty good job too. One way or another, we WILL see fireworks!
Merry 4th and may God continue to bless this great country of ours, The United States of America!
The little one is looking forward to staying up late to watch the fireworks. She says, "I'm going to stay awake for the fire!" Let's hope that's not the case but instead the beautiful sights and sounds of the Oceanside fireworks display.
The family is planning on attending our first movie together today. The munchkin has been anticipating it for months. "We are going to see Wall-E and get popcorn and watch the big TV!" she says. We're going to take in an early movie, then head outside to enjoy the beautiful So-Cal sunshine with a post sunset fireworks extravaganza. If we're really motivated, we'll hop on the new, local light rail system to go down to the beach for the big O'Fest celebration. Otherwise, I hear the local park does a pretty good job too. One way or another, we WILL see fireworks!
Merry 4th and may God continue to bless this great country of ours, The United States of America!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Water Babies
With the warm weather here, it was decided the little one needs swimming lessons. Unfortunately, the whole lot of local parents decided the same, all on the same week. The pool is filled with splish splashing peewees of all ages, birth-7 years old.
With a little research I found the best, and most highly recommended, swim school in the area and thanks to Aunt Barbara we started swim lessons last week. The little one is a little less than thrilled, judging by the terrified look and cry, at the whole scene but I"m just hoping she'll warm up to the idea.
Here is the way a lesson breaks down, literally and figuratively. Each teacher has 3 students for the half hour. The teacher spends one on one time with each student making a lap around the pool doing an experience level lesson individualized for each student. Each student gets three laps, or equivalent thereof, around the pool during each lesson. While the teacher is attending to one student, the other two must sit on the step in the pool and wait for their turn. All the while, ten other instructors are doing the same in the same pool. Don't be fooled by the chaos. You attend 3 lessons per week for three weeks to equal one session. So one session equals nine lessons. They make it clear that your commitment should go beyond one session to see results. The whole system may sound a bit funny but judging by all the tots swimming around in the pool, underwater without assistance, it works!
I think our little one is on a multi-session track. With two cry sessions, I mean lessons, behind us, I'm hoping the angst will lessen and the smiles will increase. Doesn't every kid love swimming? She actually appears to be comfortable with her teacher when they are in the water together, when she is not crying for Mommy, but she just melts down while she waits for her turn again. The funny thing is she'll stay seated on the step in the pool, because her teacher said so, but she just looks at me and cries, "I want to get out." The teacher said this is pretty commonplace with the newbies and it just takes a little getting use to but it can feel heartbreaking for the parents. Why am I torturing my child? Oh yeah, so they don't drown in the pool. OK, cry on.
It really is a great facility with super instructors. Their success is quite obvious through simple observation of the students in the pool. I have no complaints about Ms. Lauren. She is sensitive and gentle enough with my little one while still being persistent about the instruction. Just like in other aspects of child rearing...sometimes they just have to cry it out...I guess.
With a little research I found the best, and most highly recommended, swim school in the area and thanks to Aunt Barbara we started swim lessons last week. The little one is a little less than thrilled, judging by the terrified look and cry, at the whole scene but I"m just hoping she'll warm up to the idea.
Here is the way a lesson breaks down, literally and figuratively. Each teacher has 3 students for the half hour. The teacher spends one on one time with each student making a lap around the pool doing an experience level lesson individualized for each student. Each student gets three laps, or equivalent thereof, around the pool during each lesson. While the teacher is attending to one student, the other two must sit on the step in the pool and wait for their turn. All the while, ten other instructors are doing the same in the same pool. Don't be fooled by the chaos. You attend 3 lessons per week for three weeks to equal one session. So one session equals nine lessons. They make it clear that your commitment should go beyond one session to see results. The whole system may sound a bit funny but judging by all the tots swimming around in the pool, underwater without assistance, it works!
I think our little one is on a multi-session track. With two cry sessions, I mean lessons, behind us, I'm hoping the angst will lessen and the smiles will increase. Doesn't every kid love swimming? She actually appears to be comfortable with her teacher when they are in the water together, when she is not crying for Mommy, but she just melts down while she waits for her turn again. The funny thing is she'll stay seated on the step in the pool, because her teacher said so, but she just looks at me and cries, "I want to get out." The teacher said this is pretty commonplace with the newbies and it just takes a little getting use to but it can feel heartbreaking for the parents. Why am I torturing my child? Oh yeah, so they don't drown in the pool. OK, cry on.
It really is a great facility with super instructors. Their success is quite obvious through simple observation of the students in the pool. I have no complaints about Ms. Lauren. She is sensitive and gentle enough with my little one while still being persistent about the instruction. Just like in other aspects of child rearing...sometimes they just have to cry it out...I guess.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
There are few mundane details these days as we are too busy working on the significant!
The little one didn't exactly pick up a paint brush or sand any floors but she did something even greater...she let Mommy do it! It was a difficult 9 days for my little tyke and her ability to adapt and roll with it brings tears to my eyes (I'm serious). There were no cool play structures or fun water activities or even much in the way of attention but it was as if she knew we were a part of something very special. We, I mean everybody there including the little one, were working on a beautiful thing with beautiful people for a beautiful family and baby girl that we long to hold and play with. I know it's not fair to ask so much of such a little person but we did and had she not had such a good attitude about it all, I may have just got the details from the blog and second hand stories instead of witnessing the goodness in people's hearts with my own eyes. Every morning we would get out of bed and rush off and my little one would say, "I want to go to Matt and Holly's." She loved playing with the friends that came on various days and still is talking about all the new buddies from last week. We look forward to more fun times with them at the Linden home, when we can all sit back on the deck or grass and enjoy each other's company!
The little one didn't exactly pick up a paint brush or sand any floors but she did something even greater...she let Mommy do it! It was a difficult 9 days for my little tyke and her ability to adapt and roll with it brings tears to my eyes (I'm serious). There were no cool play structures or fun water activities or even much in the way of attention but it was as if she knew we were a part of something very special. We, I mean everybody there including the little one, were working on a beautiful thing with beautiful people for a beautiful family and baby girl that we long to hold and play with. I know it's not fair to ask so much of such a little person but we did and had she not had such a good attitude about it all, I may have just got the details from the blog and second hand stories instead of witnessing the goodness in people's hearts with my own eyes. Every morning we would get out of bed and rush off and my little one would say, "I want to go to Matt and Holly's." She loved playing with the friends that came on various days and still is talking about all the new buddies from last week. We look forward to more fun times with them at the Linden home, when we can all sit back on the deck or grass and enjoy each other's company!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
No Work
The little one has been having a bit of a hard time lately with the work schedule. She does fine with Daddy and is happy to have the time with him but doesn't like the idea of Mommy going off to work. On several occasions she has said, "I don't like work," with a bit of a quivering lip. It pulls on the heart strings a small amount but the reality that sometimes Mom has to go take care of business is an important thing for her to realize. We are fortunate enough to be able to avoid outside childcare 90% of the time which I feel is a pretty amazing feat with two working parents.
I mentioned last time that she started school. The first couple weeks went great. I dropped her off with a hug and a kiss. She confidently said, "Bye Mommy" and went off to play. Then the third week, a phone call. I had to pick her up about 20 minutes early because she was getting a little sad and asking for me. The whole session is only 2 1/2 hours but I think it's enough to begin the adjustment to a pre-school program.
The last two weeks she protested me leaving. There was a little crying and pleading, along with insisting I stay. I wait until circle time begins and firmly tell her it's time for me to leave to which she responds, "I don't like work." So the manipulation begins. Of course, once I walk out the door and the teachers begin to engage her, she's fine and enjoys herself. Her favorite activities are art class, singing and stories. They tell me she loves books. She is the same at home. She loves to go through the bookshelf and read a book, toss it on the floor, and get the next book. Our current favorites are the Winnie the Pooh series and Curious George. This little routine of hers finds Mommy picking up the same set of books 4 times a day and placing them back on the shelf. Why not just leave them there until the end of the day? If you ask, you obviously don't know me that well or are not familiar with my OCD tendencies.
So we press on with the once a week schooling with the hopes that the relapse of separation anxiety will subside. I don't see how it will get any better by pulling her out of the class and I also don't think it's any coincidence that we are going through it at a time where I have been working more. It's all a part of growing up, much of the time I would rather not go to work too.
I mentioned last time that she started school. The first couple weeks went great. I dropped her off with a hug and a kiss. She confidently said, "Bye Mommy" and went off to play. Then the third week, a phone call. I had to pick her up about 20 minutes early because she was getting a little sad and asking for me. The whole session is only 2 1/2 hours but I think it's enough to begin the adjustment to a pre-school program.
The last two weeks she protested me leaving. There was a little crying and pleading, along with insisting I stay. I wait until circle time begins and firmly tell her it's time for me to leave to which she responds, "I don't like work." So the manipulation begins. Of course, once I walk out the door and the teachers begin to engage her, she's fine and enjoys herself. Her favorite activities are art class, singing and stories. They tell me she loves books. She is the same at home. She loves to go through the bookshelf and read a book, toss it on the floor, and get the next book. Our current favorites are the Winnie the Pooh series and Curious George. This little routine of hers finds Mommy picking up the same set of books 4 times a day and placing them back on the shelf. Why not just leave them there until the end of the day? If you ask, you obviously don't know me that well or are not familiar with my OCD tendencies.
So we press on with the once a week schooling with the hopes that the relapse of separation anxiety will subside. I don't see how it will get any better by pulling her out of the class and I also don't think it's any coincidence that we are going through it at a time where I have been working more. It's all a part of growing up, much of the time I would rather not go to work too.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Another Runner in the Family
There's been a lot of action around here the last couple weeks. The little one started Pre-School Prep class, she claimed her first medal, had her first Legoland experience and somewhere in the middle I turned the calendar on another year. By the way, thank you for all the phone calls and well wishes!
I'm not sure what she found most exciting but the enthusiasm for the race t-shirt she received may be an indicator. She actually asked to sleep with it the first night she got it and insisted on wearing it the whole weekend. Part of it stems from her new love for all things pirate. When she saw that the shirt had a treasure chest on the back, she about lost it. She's taken to calling me, "Pirate Mommy." It's strange...but cute.
Well, you never know how these things are going to go. You ask if they want to do a run like Mommy & Daddy and they say yes. There's lots of talk about it for the months and weeks leading up to it but when the race administer says "GO", all bets are off. As we waited our turn in the swarm of two year-old's and their parents anticipating the 30 seconds for their kid to shine, I explained to my little girl that she needed to run to the balloons and she'll get a medal. She nodded her head in understanding and repeated, "Run to the balloons."
I'm not sure what she found most exciting but the enthusiasm for the race t-shirt she received may be an indicator. She actually asked to sleep with it the first night she got it and insisted on wearing it the whole weekend. Part of it stems from her new love for all things pirate. When she saw that the shirt had a treasure chest on the back, she about lost it. She's taken to calling me, "Pirate Mommy." It's strange...but cute.
Well, you never know how these things are going to go. You ask if they want to do a run like Mommy & Daddy and they say yes. There's lots of talk about it for the months and weeks leading up to it but when the race administer says "GO", all bets are off. As we waited our turn in the swarm of two year-old's and their parents anticipating the 30 seconds for their kid to shine, I explained to my little girl that she needed to run to the balloons and she'll get a medal. She nodded her head in understanding and repeated, "Run to the balloons."
So far so good. We saddled up next to her best buddy, also running, and they were off. She did well and with a bit of encouraging along the way, reached the balloons and received her medal.
Now, daily she walks through the house proudly wearing her accomplishment and I am happy to have the video footage for the family archives. I may need to take a cue from the little one and when I need a little confidence builder maybe I should strut around the house with my marathon medals.
We hope to make it an annual event. The announcer made mention of a 17 year old girl running in her 17th Carlsbad 5000 (5K), she started in the diaper dash at one and has been in the event every year since! How great is that. I think it's the little achievements of significance like that, that add up to a complete and fulfilling life. It's about goals, accomplishment, bettering yourself and having something to look forward to. I love it!
Ahoy!
Friday, April 4, 2008
To Annabelle
Oh sweet Annabelle, how loved you are. I can picture your little face in my head, at least what I imagine it may look like, and it makes me smile. What a beautiful baby girl! Our family considers you a part of it already and my little girl already talks of her friend by name. She had the opportunity to play with some of your toys the other day and expressed her approval. Your little baby Aubrey has now been renamed Boo, but of course you are at liberty to change it to any name you wish. I look forward to being able to hold you if only I am able to tear you away from your Mommy's arms.
You have been blessed with wonderful loving parents who will do anything for you. The challenges put before them are great but the thought of your sweet presence is one that makes every step of the way a worthwhile journey. I know you will return their love in great quantity with a simple smile or laugh. Your Mom and Dad have already touched so many lives around them by witnessing their desire to make your life a wonderful one. They continue to be an example of God's great love and grace, even through their heartache. Oh how I love them dearly.
It's difficult for me to write this without totally breaking down in tears. You see, that's what a love so deep does. The type of love only given by our God who so loves us. It cuts right to the heart and humbles even the strongest man. Thank you for being an example of His love for all His children, especially me.
You have been blessed with wonderful loving parents who will do anything for you. The challenges put before them are great but the thought of your sweet presence is one that makes every step of the way a worthwhile journey. I know you will return their love in great quantity with a simple smile or laugh. Your Mom and Dad have already touched so many lives around them by witnessing their desire to make your life a wonderful one. They continue to be an example of God's great love and grace, even through their heartache. Oh how I love them dearly.
It's difficult for me to write this without totally breaking down in tears. You see, that's what a love so deep does. The type of love only given by our God who so loves us. It cuts right to the heart and humbles even the strongest man. Thank you for being an example of His love for all His children, especially me.
Friday, March 28, 2008
A Few Notes
So far we're having fun being two!
New realizations: candy, cake, juice and PRESENTS! And they keep coming. Everyone has been overly kind to our little one and I think she has been sufficiently spoiled that it' s going to be difficult to recover. She now expects a new package in the mail every other day and after it is opened she asks, "Open it again Mommy." I usually oblige, one time only, packaging up the surprise again and letting her do the honors once more.
Beyond that she continues to be the chatter bug. Her vocabulary grows each day as does her grasp on the English language. A few months ago I considered her putting 3 or 4 words together as making sentences, but now she is really making sentences. When Daddy said at dinner last night, "I like broccoli." The little munchkin responded with, "I like broccoli too." She even hit the voice inflection and accented the "too" by bringing her tone up a few notes.
She's been saying all sorts of funny and cute things. A few nights ago, our family of three ended up on the couch together enjoying the Apple TV screen saver and at one point the little one says, "Who's that cute baby?" Hhmm, who do you think?
There is a bit of maturing that has happened at two, to my great pleasure. She is better at staying within a manageable distance in public places instead of just taking off to whatever shiny thing is in eye shot. We were at the mall, with plenty of distractions in every direction and she stayed within five feet of me and when I called her or asked her to stay near, she responded accordingly. It may sound fairly trivial, but lest us not underestimate the value of a simple concept.
With the age of two comes the attitude as well. Let's just say it's not my most favorite thing but we work on it...daily, minute by minute. Many of those minutes being apologetic and confined to time out. I must remind myself that the rewards will come in the future. Be tough now and it will pay off in spades down the line. The reality is, every age has it's own challenges and how you respond to them will mold the little tyke into the adult they will become.
I pray it's a good one!
New realizations: candy, cake, juice and PRESENTS! And they keep coming. Everyone has been overly kind to our little one and I think she has been sufficiently spoiled that it' s going to be difficult to recover. She now expects a new package in the mail every other day and after it is opened she asks, "Open it again Mommy." I usually oblige, one time only, packaging up the surprise again and letting her do the honors once more.
Beyond that she continues to be the chatter bug. Her vocabulary grows each day as does her grasp on the English language. A few months ago I considered her putting 3 or 4 words together as making sentences, but now she is really making sentences. When Daddy said at dinner last night, "I like broccoli." The little munchkin responded with, "I like broccoli too." She even hit the voice inflection and accented the "too" by bringing her tone up a few notes.
She's been saying all sorts of funny and cute things. A few nights ago, our family of three ended up on the couch together enjoying the Apple TV screen saver and at one point the little one says, "Who's that cute baby?" Hhmm, who do you think?
There is a bit of maturing that has happened at two, to my great pleasure. She is better at staying within a manageable distance in public places instead of just taking off to whatever shiny thing is in eye shot. We were at the mall, with plenty of distractions in every direction and she stayed within five feet of me and when I called her or asked her to stay near, she responded accordingly. It may sound fairly trivial, but lest us not underestimate the value of a simple concept.
With the age of two comes the attitude as well. Let's just say it's not my most favorite thing but we work on it...daily, minute by minute. Many of those minutes being apologetic and confined to time out. I must remind myself that the rewards will come in the future. Be tough now and it will pay off in spades down the line. The reality is, every age has it's own challenges and how you respond to them will mold the little tyke into the adult they will become.
I pray it's a good one!
Friday, March 14, 2008
TWO!
Hooray, the little one is two today! Thank you to our blogger friends for all the the birthday tribute posts. It's nice to know the vastness and infinite qualities of the internet are not lost on our little girl. Tell her Happy Birthday and she responds with a smile, "Happy Birthday!"
By 12 noon she had consumed one cupcake, a handful of french fries, ice cream sundae with whipped cream and cherry on top and lets not forget the jelly beans. The little one's world reached new heights with the first taste of candy. Sweet, sweet jelly beans. She consumed about 5 of them and responded with a, "mmmm...jellies. " It was not my intention to introduce candy today, but it had to happen sooner or later so why not the big bday. We were at an Easter egg hunt/petting zoo and when her and her buddy sat down to check out the contents of the eggs, the first one he opened was filled with jelly beans. Before I could stop them, he had handed her the savory treat to share in the delight. That's the way it goes.
So the day has been full of fun and smiles, as every parent would wish for their child. I have plans to take her to her first movie sometime soon. I'm pretty sure she'll freak out at the hugeness of the TV. If only they had a feature of The Little Einsteins. Perhaps Horton Hears a Hoo will be the first movie. It's sure to be an adventure but with enough popcorn, and jellybeans, I think she'll love it!
As a side note: I pressed the publish post button just as the joyful tune of "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain" could be heard from the little one's room. She just woke up from her nap and started singing. Looks like she's ready for the celebrations to continue.
By 12 noon she had consumed one cupcake, a handful of french fries, ice cream sundae with whipped cream and cherry on top and lets not forget the jelly beans. The little one's world reached new heights with the first taste of candy. Sweet, sweet jelly beans. She consumed about 5 of them and responded with a, "mmmm...jellies. " It was not my intention to introduce candy today, but it had to happen sooner or later so why not the big bday. We were at an Easter egg hunt/petting zoo and when her and her buddy sat down to check out the contents of the eggs, the first one he opened was filled with jelly beans. Before I could stop them, he had handed her the savory treat to share in the delight. That's the way it goes.
So the day has been full of fun and smiles, as every parent would wish for their child. I have plans to take her to her first movie sometime soon. I'm pretty sure she'll freak out at the hugeness of the TV. If only they had a feature of The Little Einsteins. Perhaps Horton Hears a Hoo will be the first movie. It's sure to be an adventure but with enough popcorn, and jellybeans, I think she'll love it!
As a side note: I pressed the publish post button just as the joyful tune of "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain" could be heard from the little one's room. She just woke up from her nap and started singing. Looks like she's ready for the celebrations to continue.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Cheese
With the second birthday coming next week, I decided it would be nice to get some photos taken to mark the passing of another year. The last time we went in for a sitting was a year ago so it felt like it was time. Having done this a few times prior, I told myself this time will be different. For anyone who has never had this excruciating experience, it goes something like this.
There is much thought about what she should wear and how to do the hair etc. etc. Then you get in the room with the photographer who is all of about 18 years old and quickly realize that you are going to have to take control of the situation. They offer no suggestions or advice on how to get your cute little darling to look at the camera, much less smile, or even stay in one place. It's painful but you persist and hope for just one money shot that will be worthy of the memory books. When the photo shoot is finished, you wait.
About 20 minutes later, if your child hasn't already melted down they soon will as you sit down at their fancy computer to view the results. This is where I begin to meltdown. A little known fact about me, I have no trouble making the big decisions in life it's the small ones that I anguish over. I guess I'm really afraid to make the wrong decision and end up with post purchase dissonance. There I am looking at all the photos and having to pick one, so as not to break the bank on photo purchases. Packages usually start in the $150 range and that's for a so/so (I was here) sampling. But I only want to spend $50. Well, that gets me just about nothing that I will be happy with. It goes on and on and sure enough, I walk out with a $140 bill and a few photos to show for it. At least I got one of every shot I sorta liked and I feel kinda ripped off but I ultimately dismiss it because it's for the history books.
As I said, this time was going to be different. This time I'm going with backup. Another Mom and I went with our almost two year olds and we both seemed relieved when the other agreed to go. It turned out that photographing a 2 year old was much easier than at 1 year. The smiles come easier and she didn't try to dash outside of the sitting room and into the mall every time I stepped back for the shot. It was nice having another opinion, or at least someone to validate mine, on which photos to choose and how many. The nice people at The Picture People allowed us to do our photos individually but as one sitting. We were able to purchase one package and split it, selecting as many poses as we liked. It was still overpriced but at least I got more for the money and a few pictures I'm really happy with.
Why is this important to me? I wondered this myself but what it comes down to is I want it for the little one. When she is older, I want her to be able to know her history and what she was like as a child. I have no photos from my childhood taken at a formal sitting and I only have one baby picture all told. There are a few school photos from odd years that I somehow stored away and saved in my own memory books. I look at my husband's photo archive and it is rich with pictures of him from age 0 through high school. He had regular sittings, almost monthly, when he was a baby and it's nice to have to look back on. I hope she enjoys them, I know I will.
There is much thought about what she should wear and how to do the hair etc. etc. Then you get in the room with the photographer who is all of about 18 years old and quickly realize that you are going to have to take control of the situation. They offer no suggestions or advice on how to get your cute little darling to look at the camera, much less smile, or even stay in one place. It's painful but you persist and hope for just one money shot that will be worthy of the memory books. When the photo shoot is finished, you wait.
About 20 minutes later, if your child hasn't already melted down they soon will as you sit down at their fancy computer to view the results. This is where I begin to meltdown. A little known fact about me, I have no trouble making the big decisions in life it's the small ones that I anguish over. I guess I'm really afraid to make the wrong decision and end up with post purchase dissonance. There I am looking at all the photos and having to pick one, so as not to break the bank on photo purchases. Packages usually start in the $150 range and that's for a so/so (I was here) sampling. But I only want to spend $50. Well, that gets me just about nothing that I will be happy with. It goes on and on and sure enough, I walk out with a $140 bill and a few photos to show for it. At least I got one of every shot I sorta liked and I feel kinda ripped off but I ultimately dismiss it because it's for the history books.
As I said, this time was going to be different. This time I'm going with backup. Another Mom and I went with our almost two year olds and we both seemed relieved when the other agreed to go. It turned out that photographing a 2 year old was much easier than at 1 year. The smiles come easier and she didn't try to dash outside of the sitting room and into the mall every time I stepped back for the shot. It was nice having another opinion, or at least someone to validate mine, on which photos to choose and how many. The nice people at The Picture People allowed us to do our photos individually but as one sitting. We were able to purchase one package and split it, selecting as many poses as we liked. It was still overpriced but at least I got more for the money and a few pictures I'm really happy with.
Why is this important to me? I wondered this myself but what it comes down to is I want it for the little one. When she is older, I want her to be able to know her history and what she was like as a child. I have no photos from my childhood taken at a formal sitting and I only have one baby picture all told. There are a few school photos from odd years that I somehow stored away and saved in my own memory books. I look at my husband's photo archive and it is rich with pictures of him from age 0 through high school. He had regular sittings, almost monthly, when he was a baby and it's nice to have to look back on. I hope she enjoys them, I know I will.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Around Town
Is anybody else's Internet moving at a snail's pace? I feel like I'm back in the prehistoric days of dial up. Cox's advertising must be so successful that they have succeeded in overselling the local hub and we must live too far from the main thingamajig to receive the "lightning fast" speeds promised.
Oh well. I figure it's good for me to sit and be patient. That's one thing the little one and I have been working on. I took her with me down to the city to pull a couple building permits and when she would start to get antsy I would tell her, "Be patient please." It's really a cruel thing to ask an almost two year old. Sit in your stroller, talk in hushed tones and read your book...for over an hour. She is getting more tolerant of my demands and on this occasion did surprisingly well. Even other people remarked at what a good job she was doing. As we left the building I thanked her and told her what a good job she did at being patient. When Daddy came home that evening and asked her what she did that day, she replied with a smile, "I was patient." Music to my ears.
As the little one approaches her 2nd birthday it occurs to me how our time together has changed a bit. She has become more of a companion rather than an appendage. I'm use to hauling her everywhere I go and she enjoys the routine and chats along in the backseat. As we drive down the freeway she points and tells me that that's where Ms. Allison is, or there is where we bought a friend bubbles for a birthday gift. She is familiar with her surroundings and has opinions about where and what we do.
We recently started making regular trips to the Farmer's Market. It's on Thursday mornings and it is very enjoyable for both of us. The little one likes to try the fruit samples and I enjoy picking up fresh veggies and flowers. Today was particularly fun for her as strawberries are now in prime season and they are grown right here in our own city. After one taste of Oceanside strawberry, she begs for more. I buy a basket and it keeps her happy while I shop. The broccoli is far tastier than anything we buy at the store, even the Mr. agrees and he is known to be more particular and vocal about his feelings than most. She and I both tasted the oranges and agreed they were suitable for purchase. The weather was beautiful so we walked around a bit and when she was done she said, "All done Farmer's Market." I take the cue and as we walk to the car it's, "Bye, Bye Farmers Market. See you next time."
It's nice to have her company.
Oh well. I figure it's good for me to sit and be patient. That's one thing the little one and I have been working on. I took her with me down to the city to pull a couple building permits and when she would start to get antsy I would tell her, "Be patient please." It's really a cruel thing to ask an almost two year old. Sit in your stroller, talk in hushed tones and read your book...for over an hour. She is getting more tolerant of my demands and on this occasion did surprisingly well. Even other people remarked at what a good job she was doing. As we left the building I thanked her and told her what a good job she did at being patient. When Daddy came home that evening and asked her what she did that day, she replied with a smile, "I was patient." Music to my ears.
As the little one approaches her 2nd birthday it occurs to me how our time together has changed a bit. She has become more of a companion rather than an appendage. I'm use to hauling her everywhere I go and she enjoys the routine and chats along in the backseat. As we drive down the freeway she points and tells me that that's where Ms. Allison is, or there is where we bought a friend bubbles for a birthday gift. She is familiar with her surroundings and has opinions about where and what we do.
We recently started making regular trips to the Farmer's Market. It's on Thursday mornings and it is very enjoyable for both of us. The little one likes to try the fruit samples and I enjoy picking up fresh veggies and flowers. Today was particularly fun for her as strawberries are now in prime season and they are grown right here in our own city. After one taste of Oceanside strawberry, she begs for more. I buy a basket and it keeps her happy while I shop. The broccoli is far tastier than anything we buy at the store, even the Mr. agrees and he is known to be more particular and vocal about his feelings than most. She and I both tasted the oranges and agreed they were suitable for purchase. The weather was beautiful so we walked around a bit and when she was done she said, "All done Farmer's Market." I take the cue and as we walk to the car it's, "Bye, Bye Farmers Market. See you next time."
It's nice to have her company.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Averting Disaster
I've spent the last few weeks dedicating my non-mommy time to fulfilling the needs of the family business. Thankfully, we've made it through the slow winter months, typical of the construction industry, and have an optimistic look for spring. Beyond that is unsure but such is the way it goes when you choose to not answer to the "man" and risk it on your own. Although if the skies continue to dump as they are at this moment, the whole business may dump right along with it. I will try to be thankful for the rain as several people this week have informed me of the impending doom of water rationing. Yesterday news reports that if all things continue as is (whatever that means), Lake Mead will dry up by the year 2021.
It's a shame really. Just thinking about Lake Mead stirs up many fond (and not so fond) memories beginning from my childhood. I first learned to water ski on that lake and hoped to one day teach my little one to do the same. Come to think of it, there were many firsts on the lake. Lake Mead is also where I first broke down and jumped from a burning boat. It was the first time the boat blew away and washed up between some rocks miles from our campsite, and the first time I was shipwrecked on the beach with a broken prop and hole in the boat.
On second thought, maybe we should just let the water be sucked dry. I will consider it an opportunity to end some generational curse and forge ahead to bluer waters where my children will thrive. It will be uneventful boating excursions from here on out.
But seriously, then it wouldn't be this family. The family that thrives on adventure and mishaps. It's what keeps our bond strong and provides hours of entertaining stories. The stories you almost doubted you would live to tell. You shake your head but secretly know that a little piece of you is better for the experience.
It's a shame really. Just thinking about Lake Mead stirs up many fond (and not so fond) memories beginning from my childhood. I first learned to water ski on that lake and hoped to one day teach my little one to do the same. Come to think of it, there were many firsts on the lake. Lake Mead is also where I first broke down and jumped from a burning boat. It was the first time the boat blew away and washed up between some rocks miles from our campsite, and the first time I was shipwrecked on the beach with a broken prop and hole in the boat.
On second thought, maybe we should just let the water be sucked dry. I will consider it an opportunity to end some generational curse and forge ahead to bluer waters where my children will thrive. It will be uneventful boating excursions from here on out.
But seriously, then it wouldn't be this family. The family that thrives on adventure and mishaps. It's what keeps our bond strong and provides hours of entertaining stories. The stories you almost doubted you would live to tell. You shake your head but secretly know that a little piece of you is better for the experience.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Venting.
Today was one of those days where I felt incapable of playing the role of loving mommy, supportive wife, able homemaker, and ambitious businesswoman. It all came crashing down on me this morning and settled on my head by 2pm. The rest of the day was spent swimming with leg weights, which was good since the morning workout got tossed out the window when the quick call to the architect turned into a 30 minute lecture how the city won't issue a building permit until we finish these 3 pages (single spaced) of corrections ($$$). I mostly felt like I failed my little one because I was too distracted to give her the attention she deserves.
We made it to a playdate at one of her best buddies so it was a bit of redemption. She had a great time socializing, and snacking. I was able to reset to normal and persevere through the grocery shopping and evening chores.
At the end of the day I got dinner on the table, cleaned the kitchen, bathed the child and got a kiss goodnight from the munchkin. I would say it wasn't such a bad day after all.
We made it to a playdate at one of her best buddies so it was a bit of redemption. She had a great time socializing, and snacking. I was able to reset to normal and persevere through the grocery shopping and evening chores.
At the end of the day I got dinner on the table, cleaned the kitchen, bathed the child and got a kiss goodnight from the munchkin. I would say it wasn't such a bad day after all.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
A Bit of Raw Emotion
Hooray for post number 25! I wasn't sure if I had the stamina nor ability to get this far. I suppose ability is irrelevant as blogger.com does not require a resume, education background, or proof of any actual talent to start a silly blog and put words on the screen. It's fun to hammer out a few details every now and again and allow friends and family to keep up with the happenings.
And now for a few happenings.
I've discussed in the past how emotionally freeing it has been having a child. I laugh more, show more frustration, have a tendency to raise my voice on occasion, and cry a whole lot more. Mostly tears of joy. Last week the tears were that of sorrow and mourning with the death of a dear family friend. A lady who helped us buy our 1st home here in Oceanside and gave us the encouragement to make it great! She is great and will be missed. I attended the memorial service last Friday and it was just perfect. Exactly as Joan wanted it, on her favorite beach with her very closest friends and family. No pretense and no formalities. Just a raw show of emotion as those close to her shared and grieved as one. Joan was a woman who was passionate about life which she did her best to instill in her four sons. Her death, although difficult, ended a courageous and painful fight with cancer and for that I'm thankful.
At one point during the service, a song was played at Joan's request. The song was "I Hope You Dance," and as the chorus started two dolphins jumped out of the water right in front of our group of mourners, swam a couple hundred feet up the coast, turned around and swam back by, then disappeared. I was already in tears but now with a big smile on my face and I could feel God's presence right there among us.
Joan was a woman of great faith and loved her Creator. I was told that she was ready for her time on Earth to end, however painful it was to leave her children and grandchildren, and ready to be with her husband, and the Lord, in heaven. It speaks volumes about a person's life when at their weakest, they are able to strengthen everyone around them and so she did. I ask that we all say a prayer for her four sons who are hurting beyond imagine. God Bless.
Let is also be said how amazing little kids are. Later in the day on Friday, I was sitting on the living room floor playing with my cute little girl. Pretty normal stuff. Although I wasn't showing it, I was still feeling quite sad and weepy inside but having fun playing with playdough and my daughter, who is not the most affectionate of little people. Completely uninitiated, she walks over to me and gives me a big hug and turns around to go back to playing and with her back to me says, "I wuv you." I needed that.
Joan's last request: Go feed the birds. So we did and we all left smiling.
And now for a few happenings.
I've discussed in the past how emotionally freeing it has been having a child. I laugh more, show more frustration, have a tendency to raise my voice on occasion, and cry a whole lot more. Mostly tears of joy. Last week the tears were that of sorrow and mourning with the death of a dear family friend. A lady who helped us buy our 1st home here in Oceanside and gave us the encouragement to make it great! She is great and will be missed. I attended the memorial service last Friday and it was just perfect. Exactly as Joan wanted it, on her favorite beach with her very closest friends and family. No pretense and no formalities. Just a raw show of emotion as those close to her shared and grieved as one. Joan was a woman who was passionate about life which she did her best to instill in her four sons. Her death, although difficult, ended a courageous and painful fight with cancer and for that I'm thankful.
At one point during the service, a song was played at Joan's request. The song was "I Hope You Dance," and as the chorus started two dolphins jumped out of the water right in front of our group of mourners, swam a couple hundred feet up the coast, turned around and swam back by, then disappeared. I was already in tears but now with a big smile on my face and I could feel God's presence right there among us.
Joan was a woman of great faith and loved her Creator. I was told that she was ready for her time on Earth to end, however painful it was to leave her children and grandchildren, and ready to be with her husband, and the Lord, in heaven. It speaks volumes about a person's life when at their weakest, they are able to strengthen everyone around them and so she did. I ask that we all say a prayer for her four sons who are hurting beyond imagine. God Bless.
Let is also be said how amazing little kids are. Later in the day on Friday, I was sitting on the living room floor playing with my cute little girl. Pretty normal stuff. Although I wasn't showing it, I was still feeling quite sad and weepy inside but having fun playing with playdough and my daughter, who is not the most affectionate of little people. Completely uninitiated, she walks over to me and gives me a big hug and turns around to go back to playing and with her back to me says, "I wuv you." I needed that.
Joan's last request: Go feed the birds. So we did and we all left smiling.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The Day To Day
If there is anybody with great potty training advice, bring it on. This is a hot subject around the house and not because the big people are pushing it.
A few months ago, the little one got very interested in using the "potty" but that was a fleeting phase like the rest of them. Then it was an obstinate "NO" at the mention of the toilet. It was obvious from her face that she was thinking, "Why would I do that when I have this perfectly good (and expensive) diaper at the ready whenever I get "the feeling", as Elmo says. So I canned the idea of early potty training and decided that she would let me know when she is ready.
So, she is back to flirting with using the potty, but I know better. She has yet to actually ask to go and make it happen. We, I mean she, successfully uses the toilet every night before bath so I know she's capable. The honest truth is I dread this inevitable life transition as it is as much trauma for the parent as is for the child. I'm not prepared to familiarize myself with every acceptable, semi-clean public restroom within a ten mile radius of the house and I most certainly will not carry a portable john in the car. I will continue to let the little one lead the way and I'm sure when she is truly ready, diaper-free we will be. I expect it to be at least another 8 months away so I will be sure to have future posts on the subject. You have been forewarned.
Of more interest, the little tyke is showing herself to be quite social. Who knew? We were at the park yesterday and when she saw a couple boys playing on another play structure, she pointed and said, "kids, yea kids." Then she ran over to the oblivious little boys and said, "hi guys." Although her presence was not acknowledged nor greeting returned, she watched and laughed as the boys continued their play. It was cute. So is her needing to bring a toy/baby/stuffed animal with her every time we walk out of the house to go somewhere. This morning it was her Christmas ornaments that never made it back to the attic, or as she calls them "decorations." I'm sure they were stoked at Jazzercise when we walked in with a handful of stuff for them to be responsible for, as if 20 kids wasn't enough.
But that's what being one is all about.
A few months ago, the little one got very interested in using the "potty" but that was a fleeting phase like the rest of them. Then it was an obstinate "NO" at the mention of the toilet. It was obvious from her face that she was thinking, "Why would I do that when I have this perfectly good (and expensive) diaper at the ready whenever I get "the feeling", as Elmo says. So I canned the idea of early potty training and decided that she would let me know when she is ready.
So, she is back to flirting with using the potty, but I know better. She has yet to actually ask to go and make it happen. We, I mean she, successfully uses the toilet every night before bath so I know she's capable. The honest truth is I dread this inevitable life transition as it is as much trauma for the parent as is for the child. I'm not prepared to familiarize myself with every acceptable, semi-clean public restroom within a ten mile radius of the house and I most certainly will not carry a portable john in the car. I will continue to let the little one lead the way and I'm sure when she is truly ready, diaper-free we will be. I expect it to be at least another 8 months away so I will be sure to have future posts on the subject. You have been forewarned.
Of more interest, the little tyke is showing herself to be quite social. Who knew? We were at the park yesterday and when she saw a couple boys playing on another play structure, she pointed and said, "kids, yea kids." Then she ran over to the oblivious little boys and said, "hi guys." Although her presence was not acknowledged nor greeting returned, she watched and laughed as the boys continued their play. It was cute. So is her needing to bring a toy/baby/stuffed animal with her every time we walk out of the house to go somewhere. This morning it was her Christmas ornaments that never made it back to the attic, or as she calls them "decorations." I'm sure they were stoked at Jazzercise when we walked in with a handful of stuff for them to be responsible for, as if 20 kids wasn't enough.
But that's what being one is all about.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Ahh, Exhale.
I resolve to post more than twice a month. Lofty ambitions but the motto of the year, "Life is great in 2008", deserves nothing less.
We made it through the holiday cheer. December was a whirlwind that left both the little one and myself longing for the daily, mundane routine: wake up early, drink coffee/milk, play a little, clean a little, dress, workout, play some more, nap, eat, play while cleaning, make dinner, eat, play while doing dishes, bathe, read, and sleep. Life IS great in 2008, so far.
The little one enjoyed all the visiting with family and playing with the cousins. It was truly a joy to watch. I've been impressed with how well she plays with kids of all ages. She was able to hang with the older cousins, ages 9 and 11, without being an annoying little kid. At one point during Christmas dinner, the adults were still hanging around the dinner table drinking and chatting it up, while the kids "repaired" to the living room. The oldest was playing a game on his new laptop while his sister watched on one side and my little one sat on his other side, quietly watching and chiming in appropriate comments and questions to which he gave answers. When the littler kids came over for New Year's, she happily shared the toys and let them crawl/walk all over her, literally.
She came out of the month of December with quite the working vocabulary and a love for babies. We have reached the playing with baby stage. At this very moment, I hear her saying, "I love you baby (kiss sound)." "Sit right here baby." "Oops, baby bonked head."
It is great. Let's do 2008!
We made it through the holiday cheer. December was a whirlwind that left both the little one and myself longing for the daily, mundane routine: wake up early, drink coffee/milk, play a little, clean a little, dress, workout, play some more, nap, eat, play while cleaning, make dinner, eat, play while doing dishes, bathe, read, and sleep. Life IS great in 2008, so far.
The little one enjoyed all the visiting with family and playing with the cousins. It was truly a joy to watch. I've been impressed with how well she plays with kids of all ages. She was able to hang with the older cousins, ages 9 and 11, without being an annoying little kid. At one point during Christmas dinner, the adults were still hanging around the dinner table drinking and chatting it up, while the kids "repaired" to the living room. The oldest was playing a game on his new laptop while his sister watched on one side and my little one sat on his other side, quietly watching and chiming in appropriate comments and questions to which he gave answers. When the littler kids came over for New Year's, she happily shared the toys and let them crawl/walk all over her, literally.
She came out of the month of December with quite the working vocabulary and a love for babies. We have reached the playing with baby stage. At this very moment, I hear her saying, "I love you baby (kiss sound)." "Sit right here baby." "Oops, baby bonked head."
It is great. Let's do 2008!
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