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Showing posts with label bedtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bedtime. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Moving On....Moving Out?

I was tucking you in the other night, and on my 2nd check you opened your arms and decided it was time for you to hold me and rub my back. I love it when you do this. At that moment I realized that one day you weren't going to even want hugs from me, much less want me to lay down and snuggle with you. It was such an overwhelming feeling that I almost started to cry! I love you so much. You are growing up so fast I feel like I am not taking advantage of every moment you need and want me. I promise to relish in these moments moving forward.....

On the way to school yesterday you got really emotional. Out of the blue. I asked you what was wrong, and you said, "I don't want to live all by my big self when I grow up." I asked what you meant, and you said you never wanted to leave my house. I have no idea where this came from! So I spent the rest of the car ride to school reassuring you that a) you have about 14 years before that even comes up as an option, b) by that time you might be running for the hills to get away from me. You didn't seem to think that would ever happen.

It looks like you and I are pretty fond of each other baby. I think I can live with that - for now, and at least another 14 years.

iloveyoumadly.
mama

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Thirty Two Months


At least that's how old I think you are. Counting your age in months now is a bit tedious.....

You started pre-school this week. I can't believe it. You are so grown up. You left Miss Linnea in Tod 2 quite devastated - she loves you so much. We'll probably ask her to babysit you both one of these days, assuming your daddy and I actually go out and do something. haha. Your new teacher is Katie and you seem to like her quite a bit. From what I can tell, she is very patient and kind.

Already this week you've taken a walk with your class to the park, you've learned two new songs and you've taken your first Spanish class. SPANISH. AT AGE 2. Crazy. I am insanely jealous of you. I never took a day of Spanish. German. That was my foreign language choice. Go figure.

Your baby sister is growing increasingly more aware of, and in love with, you each day. Watching your relationship blossom is so spectacular. You are so lucky to have a little sister. I hope you cherish it always as you do now. After your bath tonight you wanted to go visit Berit in her crib since she was already asleep (usually you get done with bath soon enough to kiss her goodnight as she is eating in the rocking chair). So I scooped you up and we went in her room. I reminded you to be quiet and told you to say "Good night Berit". And you know what you said? "Good night Sweetie Pie." Sweetie Pie. How precious are you?

iloveyoumadly.
mama

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Oh the things you say....

First of all, I would like to give credit to your daddy for something: he broke 4 ribs two weeks ago, and yet somehow he still manages to give you a bath and put you to bed without complaining while I get B-Bear down. Amazing.

OK - on with the story.

So after I got Berit all tucked into her sleep sack and in her crib, I was getting ready to take a shower. I had the monitor turned on to watch your sister, but decided to check on you guys to see how you were doing. So I switched the channel and was immediately transfixed by the adorable conversation you and daddy were having. You were recalling the events of the day - with amazing detail. You talked about running through the fountain on Pearl Street, and about the cute green balloon kitty the man on the street made you, and about the party you went to next door at the Johnsons. WOW - BIG DAY KIDDO! (Did I mention you decided not to take a nap today?) Anyway - during this elaborate recalling of the day daddy was tucking your stuffed animals in around you. Between sentences you directed where each one of them was to sleep and he was obliging you most willingly. And then he pulled your hair - by accident, of course. You squeeled and giggled - apparently it didn't hurt too bad. And then you said - and this is the best part - "Pay Attention Daddy!"

Once again, reminding me that you actually do listen to what we say!!

iloveyoumadly.
mama