Thursday, November 18, 2010
Weekly Natalie - Week 97
We spent last Sunday in Mobile with our cousins and their daughter. It was so nice to catch up - despite only living an hour away, we don't see each other nearly enough. Unfortunately, Nat was in a full-fledged I-don't-want-to-share-or-play-nicely-or-be-sweet-or-do-anything-except-grouse-and-whine mood until the last hour, but I did manage to snag a smile from her while we were playing outside. She loved that Crazy Coupe!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Weekly Natalie - Week 96
One day late - but it was for good reason. Lee had off yesterday for Veteran's Day and we spent the day hanging out as a family. It was wonderful. We went to the park, got some books and DVDs from Family Bookstore, got some lunch, and took naps. Perfection, I tell ya.
Reeeeeeeeeach!
Enthralled with watching Daddy
"Hey, it's my turn!"
Getting schooled by Daddy
Smooshy cheeks, sweet smile, and my missing hand towel!
Reeeeeeeeeach!
Enthralled with watching Daddy
"Hey, it's my turn!"
Getting schooled by Daddy
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Weekly Natalie - Week 95
Get ready for some serious cuteness, Internet. I bought Natalie's Halloween costume almost two months ago and it was pretty snug then. So I was worried that she wouldn't fit into it by the time Halloween rolled around. But thankfully she did - she had zero wiggle room, but that didn't matter. She should learn now that looking cute is sometimes uncomfortable.
Me and my sock-hopped (and Ritz-ed) little love
See what I told you? Serious cuteness.
All ready for the sock hop!
Daddy is the funniest
Why let a little rain get in the way of playing outside?
She looks like she's directing the rain drops :)
One of the sweetest pictures ever.
Nat and Gramma Lu having some snuggle time.
(I'll refrain from grousing about how Nat doesn't snuggle with ME)
Imitating Lee (her current favorite past-time)
Me and my sock-hopped (and Ritz-ed) little love
See what I told you? Serious cuteness.
All ready for the sock hop!
Daddy is the funniest
Why let a little rain get in the way of playing outside?
She looks like she's directing the rain drops :)
One of the sweetest pictures ever. Nat and Gramma Lu having some snuggle time.
(I'll refrain from grousing about how Nat doesn't snuggle with ME)
Monday, November 01, 2010
October 2010 - Recap
My sweet super-sensitive munchkin,
We're creeping closer and closer to the end of 2010. Which means you're creeping closer and closer to turning 2. Which means I'm creeping closer and closer to weeping in the corner, what with being the mom of a 2-year-old and everything.
Several things have stayed the same over the past few months. You still have the mouth of a 8- or 9-month old. You're still not a big talker - you're a big communicator but you haven't learned any new words recently. Your version of communication includes (but is not limited to) signing, pointing, throwing tantrums (feel free to stop that method any time), and squeaking. Yes, squeaking. You sound not unlike a guinea pig. (I know this because Aunt KK and I used to have guinea pigs. Aunt KK's guinea pig was a mellow, low-key beauty named Rosy. My guinea pig, however, was an energetic, moppy-topped, jumpy, noisy fellow named Moe. There are a lot of similarities between you and Moe. Except you don't sit in cedar shavings. And you're not shaped like a brick.)
This is what you sound like:
But what's new this month? Jumping! You love to jump. Anytime you see the letter J, you immediately start jumping up and down. For a week or so, your version of jumping was bending down then straightening your legs, all without your feet leaving the ground. But one day, you actually jumped. And let me tell you, you are getting some *serious* air. It's really impressive. Your basketball-loving daddy is so proud.
So you haven't learned any new words this month, but you've definitely started honing your sense of humor about words. "Baby" (or "bee-bee", as you say it) is one of your favorite words. Any kid in a stroller is a "baby" (even if the kid is 5 years old) and you know exactly where all the babies are in your books. One day, I pointed to a picture of a newborn in a stroller and asked you what that was. You quickly replied "bee ...... beebadobadobaaaaa" and burst into a fit of giggles. Then I asked you to say "bubble" (or "bah-bohl"), which is another of your favorite words, and you said "bah ...... bohleebadobadeebah". Cue the giggles again. A few days later, we were reading one of your books that has pictures of ocean creatures. One of the pictures is of kelp. You pointed to it and when I told you it was kelp, you immediately did your sign for "help" and started smiling. I was happy to play along, so I dramatically said "No! It's kelp not help!" Which, of course, made you laugh harder and keep signing "help". It was hysterical. I love watching you develop your sense of humor. Cuz that's what we run on in Team Smith - humor. Well, that and cheese.
You've never been a fan of feeding yourself with a spoon or a fork, but you're becoming a lot better. You get severely (like, for REAL) distressed when food falls off your spoon. Like, almost to the point that you don't want to eat anymore. You're great at getting the spoon in your mouth, but you're not a fan of scooping the food onto the spoon. Weird. (side note: in fact, you don't like scooping anything: sand, bathwater, dirt). So you want me to put food on the spoon for you. And I do - it's not a big deal. I know you won't be going to college still needing me to scoop your oatmeal for you. (Right?)
I'm immensely proud that you appear to be a full-fledged dork. You love numbers and letters, and you'd rather play with your flashcards than pretty much any other toy you have. You're able to identify most of the numbers 0-9, and for numbers 1-5, you can hold up that many fingers (though for 3, you grab three fingers with your other hand - you haven't mastered the dexterity of joining your pinky and thumb). Wherever we go, you point to the numbers above each checkout lane. You point to prices. You point to aisle numbers. Hmmm .... one of these days we should have the 'pointing is rude' talk.
You can also identify pretty much every letter. We often sit in front of the refrigerator and play "Where's That Letter?" with your alphabet magnets. Even if the letter is upside down, you're usually able to find it. Refrigerators haven't ever been this much fun.
You turned into a full-fledged daddy's girl this past month. It's really awesome, considering you spent the first 20 months of your life being a full-fledged mommy's girl. After you eat breakfast, you immediately run to our bedroom so you can hang out with Daddy while he gets ready for work. You mimic everything he does - you rub your fit over your face when he shaves, you move your hand up and down by your mouth when he brushes his teeth, and you run your hands through your hair when he brushes his hair. This has made Daddy's morning 100% better, I assure you.
In fact, our lives in general are 100% better with you, I assure you.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
Headlines for November 1, 2010
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We're creeping closer and closer to the end of 2010. Which means you're creeping closer and closer to turning 2. Which means I'm creeping closer and closer to weeping in the corner, what with being the mom of a 2-year-old and everything.
Several things have stayed the same over the past few months. You still have the mouth of a 8- or 9-month old. You're still not a big talker - you're a big communicator but you haven't learned any new words recently. Your version of communication includes (but is not limited to) signing, pointing, throwing tantrums (feel free to stop that method any time), and squeaking. Yes, squeaking. You sound not unlike a guinea pig. (I know this because Aunt KK and I used to have guinea pigs. Aunt KK's guinea pig was a mellow, low-key beauty named Rosy. My guinea pig, however, was an energetic, moppy-topped, jumpy, noisy fellow named Moe. There are a lot of similarities between you and Moe. Except you don't sit in cedar shavings. And you're not shaped like a brick.)
This is what you sound like:
But what's new this month? Jumping! You love to jump. Anytime you see the letter J, you immediately start jumping up and down. For a week or so, your version of jumping was bending down then straightening your legs, all without your feet leaving the ground. But one day, you actually jumped. And let me tell you, you are getting some *serious* air. It's really impressive. Your basketball-loving daddy is so proud.
So you haven't learned any new words this month, but you've definitely started honing your sense of humor about words. "Baby" (or "bee-bee", as you say it) is one of your favorite words. Any kid in a stroller is a "baby" (even if the kid is 5 years old) and you know exactly where all the babies are in your books. One day, I pointed to a picture of a newborn in a stroller and asked you what that was. You quickly replied "bee ...... beebadobadobaaaaa" and burst into a fit of giggles. Then I asked you to say "bubble" (or "bah-bohl"), which is another of your favorite words, and you said "bah ...... bohleebadobadeebah". Cue the giggles again. A few days later, we were reading one of your books that has pictures of ocean creatures. One of the pictures is of kelp. You pointed to it and when I told you it was kelp, you immediately did your sign for "help" and started smiling. I was happy to play along, so I dramatically said "No! It's kelp not help!" Which, of course, made you laugh harder and keep signing "help". It was hysterical. I love watching you develop your sense of humor. Cuz that's what we run on in Team Smith - humor. Well, that and cheese.
You've never been a fan of feeding yourself with a spoon or a fork, but you're becoming a lot better. You get severely (like, for REAL) distressed when food falls off your spoon. Like, almost to the point that you don't want to eat anymore. You're great at getting the spoon in your mouth, but you're not a fan of scooping the food onto the spoon. Weird. (side note: in fact, you don't like scooping anything: sand, bathwater, dirt). So you want me to put food on the spoon for you. And I do - it's not a big deal. I know you won't be going to college still needing me to scoop your oatmeal for you. (Right?)
I'm immensely proud that you appear to be a full-fledged dork. You love numbers and letters, and you'd rather play with your flashcards than pretty much any other toy you have. You're able to identify most of the numbers 0-9, and for numbers 1-5, you can hold up that many fingers (though for 3, you grab three fingers with your other hand - you haven't mastered the dexterity of joining your pinky and thumb). Wherever we go, you point to the numbers above each checkout lane. You point to prices. You point to aisle numbers. Hmmm .... one of these days we should have the 'pointing is rude' talk.
You can also identify pretty much every letter. We often sit in front of the refrigerator and play "Where's That Letter?" with your alphabet magnets. Even if the letter is upside down, you're usually able to find it. Refrigerators haven't ever been this much fun.
You turned into a full-fledged daddy's girl this past month. It's really awesome, considering you spent the first 20 months of your life being a full-fledged mommy's girl. After you eat breakfast, you immediately run to our bedroom so you can hang out with Daddy while he gets ready for work. You mimic everything he does - you rub your fit over your face when he shaves, you move your hand up and down by your mouth when he brushes his teeth, and you run your hands through your hair when he brushes his hair. This has made Daddy's morning 100% better, I assure you.
In fact, our lives in general are 100% better with you, I assure you.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
Headlines for November 1, 2010
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- Elizabeth Smart Trial to Begin 8 Years After Kidnapping
- Final Stretch for Florida Senate Race
- Mail Bomb Terrorist's Third Attempt
- Kentucky Teen Beats 115 Others to Take Home Miss World Title
- 'Captain Kangaroo' Actor James Wall Dead at 92
- Oregon overtakes Auburn to top BCS standings
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