tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85162753064755921082024-03-13T11:06:24.924-07:00Raindrops and ButterfliesHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14570605416551980831noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-573646393368798942013-05-17T11:38:00.001-07:002013-05-17T11:44:48.704-07:00Rose Walked Today!My sweet little 12-and-a-half months old Rose walked for the first time today! She held on to my fingers (my index finger on each hand), and we walked together from the office to the bedroom with her giggling the whole time. Then she let go, bounced up and down a little bit, and decided to walk on her own. She walked about five feet and then turned toward the dresser and pulled open a drawer. Then she turned and sat down to play with a Cinderella carriage toy that Lily had left on the floor. I was so happy and excited. She's taken a few little steps in the past, going from one thing to another almost within reach, but this time she was just walking with nothing around to grab onto. It was so amazing. She was obviously proud of herself, too. Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14570605416551980831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-88401132968945515132013-04-03T05:46:00.000-07:002013-04-15T10:41:19.334-07:00Rose is 11 Months!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My, how time flies. I can't believe my "tiny" baby is already 11 months! She is learning so much and changing every day. She is very vocal and has been for a while. One of her favorite things to say is "Dada," and she says it frequently now, especially when he comes home from work. She also says "Mama." She actually says both "Baba" and "Mama" when she means Mama. One day recently she was holding a baby doll, and it sounded like she was trying to say "dolly." It sounded kind of like "doddy." And at swim class the other day, one of the other moms said it sounded like she was saying "baby." <br />
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She loves dogs and cats and gets really excited when she sees them. Her word for both of them sounds something like "duh." She can spot dogs a mile away it seems, and often notices them before I do. She starts pointing and talking, and I look around to figure out what she's talking about. And there in the distance is a neighbor walking two dogs, way down the street.<br />
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Her very favorite pastime right now is cruising. In the dining room she walks around holding on to the chairs. In the living room she cruises along the sofa, the bench, even the walls! She has just started learning to stand without holding on to anything! So far it seems to happen without her even trying, while she's busy with some other interesting activity or toy that she's investigating.<br />
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She is so active and curious and into everything. She loves to open cabinet doors and drawers, so I have to watch her very closely. This weekend we have to do a major babyproofing. We can't wait any longer. <br />
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She also loves to empty anything and everything. I have to keep my purse out of her reach because she loves to get in there and start pulling everything out. Or she'll open a drawer and start flinging the contents out. It's a challenge to keep everything picked up, but that's okay. <br />
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As I mentioned, we are doing a baby swim class. She is really at ease in the water and likes to splash with her hands. Rose loves the baby doll that the teacher uses to demonstrate with. At the first class she locked in on it and started fussing that she wanted it. <br />
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Now she seems to be more used to the doll, but has changed her focus to the water toys. At one point in class we do an activity called the "duck hunt." The teacher dumps out a bucket of floating toys, such as colorful plastic balls, turtle bath toys, etc. The parents hold the babies and help them "swim" around and grab the toys and put them back in the bucket. <br />
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Rose takes this game very seriously. She loves to go after the toys and grab them and hold on to them as we make our way back to the bucket. Then I basically have to pry them out of her hand. I just let her continue to hold on to one toy the whole time to keep her happy. There were times at our last class that she would start fussing and look upset, and I'd be like, "What is it, Baby?" and then I'd look where she was looking and gesturing and see a lone forgotten orange ball floating fifteen feet away at the edge of the lane. She just had to have it. So of course we went over there so she could get it. Then she was happy, gripping her orange ball, with an eye out for any more toys that might be around. <br />
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Later when we were practicing teaching her to get out of the pool, she started fussing again, and I realized it was because the bucket of toys was near her and she wanted to go get into it. This girl loves toys!<br />
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P.S. The photos were taken about a week before she turned 11 months. ;)Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10356749158281377831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-59801464435781014972013-03-30T12:30:00.000-07:002013-04-15T11:03:10.472-07:00Sunny Morning<br />
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Here are some pictures from our most recent Granddaddy day. Invigorated by the new Spring weather, we enjoyed playing in the yard (while trying to get Granddaddy to stay just a little bit longer). And then Rose finally awoke from her 2+ hour nap (woohoo!), and Granddaddy had to get her sugar before he could leave.<br />
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I treasure this time we have together.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10356749158281377831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-34940867994440597302013-03-21T10:52:00.000-07:002013-03-21T10:52:23.995-07:00Ballerina GirlMy sweet Lily loves ballet. In December, my dad, Rose, and I went to watch Lily at her ballet class.<br />
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Mostly because he loves it so, and making music makes him happy.
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Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10356749158281377831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-36987246425278990862010-04-06T12:35:00.000-07:002010-04-06T13:32:26.795-07:00A Wonderful Easter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uQ7ymOzDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RIkX7EbfHM0/s1600/100_4528.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uQ7ymOzDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/RIkX7EbfHM0/s320/100_4528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457114730358295602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uYoSD8MiI/AAAAAAAAAns/3kpw-UwI4Oc/s1600/100_4580.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uYoSD8MiI/AAAAAAAAAns/3kpw-UwI4Oc/s320/100_4580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457123191300043298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uVHtvciHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/OMRJDvncb9U/s1600/100_4586.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uVHtvciHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/OMRJDvncb9U/s320/100_4586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457119333259708530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uTh_ji-HI/AAAAAAAAAms/6ilxyVEGyTI/s1600/100_4577.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uTjHJYgOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ZwPVfP78RL4/s1600/100_4600.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/S7uTjHJYgOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ZwPVfP78RL4/s320/100_4600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457117604912595170" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great Easter this year. On Saturday we dyed eggs using food colors and crayons to decorate them. On Sunday morning, Lily was delighted to find that the Easter Bunny had brought her a basket of chocolates and other goodies, including a wooden bunny puzzle and some playdough. After breakfast we went to church, and then we went to eat Mexican food at Coyote's with Granddaddy and Grannie. Lily especially enjoyed the chips and queso. When we got back to the house we hid the eggs we'd dyed the day before, and Lily had a great time finding them. After hunting eggs and playing on the swingset, Lily was worn out, so Daddy and Sandra left and I put Lily down for her nap. Then Adrian and I got ready for his family to come over for dinner and a big Easter egg hunt for the little girls. We talked, ate yummy traditional southern food, played frisbee, and watched the girls play. A great time was had by all. After we said our last goodbye's from the front porch, we saw an owl fly silently overhead to some trees across the street. It was a full and wonderful Easter.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14570605416551980831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-549068940550042772009-12-22T05:31:00.001-08:002009-12-22T05:37:48.691-08:00Gingersnaps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/SzDLn0qPMBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V0jHcX1B86g/s1600-h/Lily+making+gingersnaps+Dec+09+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/SzDLn0qPMBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V0jHcX1B86g/s320/Lily+making+gingersnaps+Dec+09+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418054236737843218" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday we had a great time making gingersnaps. Lily especially enjoyed the dumping and stirring. She also helped with rolling them into balls (and other interesting little shapes). One of them she said looked like a snail. When they were out of the oven I put them on cooling racks on the dining room table. At that point she insisted on sitting in her chair, which just happened to be right in front of the cookies. As it turns out, she took one bite and decided she didn't like them. I guess she's not a fan of ginger yet. That's okay--more for me!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14570605416551980831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516275306475592108.post-61914698638374673312009-12-19T05:04:00.000-08:002009-12-19T08:00:51.694-08:00I did it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/Syz4o-pshcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Qfn_DNP39_w/s1600-h/Lily%27s+birthday+party+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dq7vkLSLgP8/Syz4o-pshcI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Qfn_DNP39_w/s320/Lily%27s+birthday+party+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416977834716202434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I did it. After much skepticism and outright refusal, I have succumbed to the pressure that many new moms face when they have child... I have started a blog. Sure, I have my Lily journal, but I'm the only one who reads that. And I like to post about her on Facebook, but there are so many cute things she says and does, I want to post them all the time. Hopefully this blog will be a great way to share more of our wonderful life with those we love.<br /><br />After making the leap of actually deciding to create a blog, I had to pick a name. It wasn't easy. I kept thinking about how my whole world changed the moment I had Lily. How nothing was the same as before and never would be. A cosmic shift had taken place, and I was in awe. So I brainstormed titles like "New World" and "Everything's Changed," but those just didn't grab me.<br /><br />Then I thought about the title, "This is it," because something I've been thinking a lot about lately is that this really is it, this is my life, this isn't a dress rehearsal. My life is now. What will I make of it? Am I aware? Am I living my life the way I want to? Am I savoring every precious moment I have? I hope so.<br /><br />So I liked the title This is it, but in the end, I decided to go with one based on two things Lily loves, raindrops and butterflies. A while back at the mother's morning out where Lily goes on Fridays, it was pouring rain. She and her friend Finnan sat in the open doorway. Gabriela, Lily's teacher, gave them each a spoon, and they sat together "catching raindrops." Raindrops has another special significance, as well. Lily loves to ask her Granddaddy for "raindrops," which are actually plain eye drops, but she doesn't know that. To her, they are raindrops in a little bottle.<br /><br />And butterflies... We love to watch butterflies through our dining room window while eating breakfast. And we like to read the story of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, which ends of course with him becoming a beautiful butterfly. And when Lily seems to be on the verge of a meltdown, butterflies are an effective distraction, as in, "See if you can find a butterfly around here! Do you see a butterfly?" And immediately she forgets what she was upset about and starts looking for the butterfly.<br /><br />I'm not making any promises about how often I'll blog or how clever or well-written my posts will be, but hopefully I can catch some of the precious little things she says and does and share them here with you, our family and friends.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14570605416551980831noreply@blogger.com1