Because sometimes, she just needs a good, old-fashioned
foot blubber.
And in this house, foot blubbers often turn into Natalie pendulums.(side note: where did my baby from those pictures on the wall go?!)
Yaaaaaay!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Weekly Natalie - Week 129
And in this house, foot blubbers often turn into Natalie pendulums.(side note: where did my baby from those pictures on the wall go?!)
Yaaaaaay!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Weekly Natalie - Weeks 127 & 128
It's impressive that I've taken ANY pictures these last two weeks. Natalie had her first full-blown stomach bug and it brought poor Team Smith to its knees. Thankfully Lee and I didn't get the bug, but it was still r-o-u-g-h. Our spawn does NOT handle being sick well.
Once Nat started feeling better, Lee put her to work. He asked her to help him with a 'project' (ie: putting the cover back on the AC). You'd have thought he asked Nat if she wanted a big bag of cookies. She was so excited. She was the official flashlight holder :)
Holding the flashlight
My awesome in-focus love and my
awesome blurry little love
Once Nat started feeling better, Lee put her to work. He asked her to help him with a 'project' (ie: putting the cover back on the AC). You'd have thought he asked Nat if she wanted a big bag of cookies. She was so excited. She was the official flashlight holder :)
Helping Daddy organize his tools
Holding the flashlight
My awesome in-focus love and myawesome blurry little love
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Weekly Natalie - Week 126
This was a pretty slow picture-taking week for me, but we did get our pictures taken in a silly photo booth at the mall a few days ago.
This may not seem like much (besides being adorable, of course), but it's HUGE. These four pictures bring to about FIVE the total number of pictures I have of the two of us smiling in the same picture. Five out of 70 bajillion. We're making progress.
This may not seem like much (besides being adorable, of course), but it's HUGE. These four pictures bring to about FIVE the total number of pictures I have of the two of us smiling in the same picture. Five out of 70 bajillion. We're making progress.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Weekly Natalie - Weeks 124 & 125
Lee's birthday was this past week and his one request was to take Natalie bowling for the first time. Genius idea!! Air conditioning? Check. Nat gets to roll a ball? Check. Nat gets to knock things down? Double check. It was a winning idea all the way around.
Doing a little pre-game dance
About to bowl her first game
(Apparently if you're two, you can cheat and use a ramp.
And bumpers.)
Knocked 3 pins down the first time
Aaaaaand knocked the rest of them down for the spare
So proud!
Getting ready for our Babydoll Parade
My mom made Natalie this sweet dress.
With a matching purse. And a matching dress
for her baby doll. And a matching blanket for the
aforementioned baby doll.
My mom = adorable.
The Babydoll Parade takes off!
Twinsies!
Stopping mid-march to show off her mad dance skillz.
LOVE her.
Did you know that bowling shoes could be adorable?
They are if they're a size 7. LOVE.
They are if they're a size 7. LOVE.
Doing a little pre-game dance
About to bowl her first game(Apparently if you're two, you can cheat and use a ramp.
And bumpers.)
Knocked 3 pins down the first time
Aaaaaand knocked the rest of them down for the spare
So proud!
Getting ready for our Babydoll Parade
My mom made Natalie this sweet dress. With a matching purse. And a matching dress
for her baby doll. And a matching blanket for the
aforementioned baby doll.
My mom = adorable.
The Babydoll Parade takes off!
Twinsies!
Stopping mid-march to show off her mad dance skillz.
LOVE her.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
May 2011 - Recap
So this was kind of a hairy month. You didn't feel very well, I didn't feel very well, and Daddy didn't feel very well. Here's hoping June in all its annoying humidity and beginnings of hurricane season fares a bit better.
One thing I've recently discovered is that you like to take credit for things that I do. For instance, let's suppose that you can't find your pretend slice of pizza (a common occurance in your world). You run up to me and report the devestating news. With my Mommy Cape flapping in the breeze, I march over to your play kitchen, locate the missing piece of pizza and hand it to you. Your eyes open up wide, you smile a huge smile, and proudly proclaim "I found it!" Um, no, in fact, you didn't. I found it. Stop stealing my thunder.
I'm sure that you'll think I'm hopelessly lame for posting this (because Muh-THER, Twitter is SOOOOOO 2011), but Bob (ie: my mom) recently made an observation about you. You would be the perfect Tweeter. You (typically) speak in 140 characters or fewer. I've considered creating a Twitter account and just post the random things that come out of your mouth. It wouldn't be any less interesting than some of the off-the-wall things that other people post. In the span of 5 minutes, I could post the following tweets:
You had your very first trip to the dentist this month. I wasn't planning on taking you until you were three, but you were complaining (a lot ... no, make that A LOT) that your mouth hurt. You had bumped your mouth on your bathroom counter a few days before that, and while I never saw a bump or any blood, I wanted to take you in just to make sure you didn't do any damage to your teeth. Come to find out your teeth are fine. You just need to learn to get your tongue out of the way of your new two-year molars. The dentist took one look in your mouth and said "A ha! I see the culprit!" He showed me a huge blood-red spot on the side of your tongue where you must have bit it when you hit your mouth in the bathroom. The annoying thing about biting your tongue is that it's easy to keep doing it. Over and over. And over. And over again. Needless to say, you were pretty miserable this month with teething-and-continuing-to-bite-your-swollen-tongue-over-and-over-again pain. I say this with all the love in my heart, but you are NOT pleasant when you're in pain. A bright moment came when you were convinced that a frozen GoGurt (to help numb your tongue) was ice cream. Why yes, yes it is. Absolutely.
Daddy's birthday was this month and his one big request was to take you bowling for the first time. I thought it was a GREAT idea. And let me tell you, it was hee-LAR-ious. You had the best time! You didn't care if you knocked down zero pins or 10 pins - you were just tickled to watch the ball roll down the alley. And I was really proud of you for waiting your turn so well. You didn't freak out when it wasn't your turn to bowl (you did, however, run laps around the bowling alley while waiting for your turn though). I'm proud to report that Mommy and Daddy both beat your score. (Yes, I was intent on beating my two-year-old at bowling. That's pretty harsh, I know). Granted I only beat you by 2 points, but winning's winning. And in my defense, you got to use a ramp AND bumpers. But I still beat you. Ha. Ha ha ha.
A super cute thing that's happened this month is that instead of me singing to you before bedtime, you've started to sing to me to me. You sang both verses of You Are My Sunshine. Seriously, kid, your cuteness brings me to my knees sometimes. Another one of your current favorite songs is In The Good Old Summertime (Bob sang it to KK and me when we were little, so I like singing it to you now). Except you don't call it "In the Good Old Summertime". You call it "In Da Gouda". Methinks I need to work on my singing annunciation.
You've known this for a while, but it's finally Internet Official. You're going to be a big sister!! I'm enormously glad that God doesn't always listen to me. If I got pregnant when I wanted to, I'd be having a baby this month. And that is a scary, scary thought. I know that plenty of two-year-olds do just fine with a new sibling, but I just don't think that you fall into that category. Thankfully God knows best, and instead, you'll be almost three when the baby comes. And I truly feel that's an ideal time for you to be a big sister. Since you were such a late talker, I'm still constantly in stitches, laughing at the things that you say. I want to soak up every minute I can with you before November. I have no doubt that you'll be an amazing big sister, and Baby Buzz Yightyear (I'll give you zero guesses as to who came up with that name) is so lucky to have you. You already talk to Buzz; you already pat my belly; you already try to feed Buzz food (both real and plastic). Daddy and I decided not to find out if I'm having a Boy Buzz or a Girl Buzz. Pretty much everyone thinks Buzz is a boy. Either is fine with me, though I think you having a sister would be neat. I love your Aunt KK so very much and I think it'd be neat for you to know that bond too. I know you won't care either way. My only concern is that you're going to be mad when I don't give birth to a Space Ranger.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Headlines for June 1, 2011:
One thing I've recently discovered is that you like to take credit for things that I do. For instance, let's suppose that you can't find your pretend slice of pizza (a common occurance in your world). You run up to me and report the devestating news. With my Mommy Cape flapping in the breeze, I march over to your play kitchen, locate the missing piece of pizza and hand it to you. Your eyes open up wide, you smile a huge smile, and proudly proclaim "I found it!" Um, no, in fact, you didn't. I found it. Stop stealing my thunder.
I'm sure that you'll think I'm hopelessly lame for posting this (because Muh-THER, Twitter is SOOOOOO 2011), but Bob (ie: my mom) recently made an observation about you. You would be the perfect Tweeter. You (typically) speak in 140 characters or fewer. I've considered creating a Twitter account and just post the random things that come out of your mouth. It wouldn't be any less interesting than some of the off-the-wall things that other people post. In the span of 5 minutes, I could post the following tweets:
- I wearin' shorts
- I ridin' in Mommy's car
- Mommy's dwiving da wheel
- I have bwown hair
- I yike to sing
- My mouse (mouth) hurts
- I weadin' a book
- Wass dis song?
- I yike dis song
- I yike cookies wiff spinkles (sprinkles)
- I eatin' a snack
- Yots (lots) and yots (lots) of cars
- Dat fire hydwant is dirty. Get some cweaner and cwean it! (Many thanks to my dad for showing you how to clean a fire hydrant ...)
You had your very first trip to the dentist this month. I wasn't planning on taking you until you were three, but you were complaining (a lot ... no, make that A LOT) that your mouth hurt. You had bumped your mouth on your bathroom counter a few days before that, and while I never saw a bump or any blood, I wanted to take you in just to make sure you didn't do any damage to your teeth. Come to find out your teeth are fine. You just need to learn to get your tongue out of the way of your new two-year molars. The dentist took one look in your mouth and said "A ha! I see the culprit!" He showed me a huge blood-red spot on the side of your tongue where you must have bit it when you hit your mouth in the bathroom. The annoying thing about biting your tongue is that it's easy to keep doing it. Over and over. And over. And over again. Needless to say, you were pretty miserable this month with teething-and-continuing-to-bite-your-swollen-tongue-over-and-over-again pain. I say this with all the love in my heart, but you are NOT pleasant when you're in pain. A bright moment came when you were convinced that a frozen GoGurt (to help numb your tongue) was ice cream. Why yes, yes it is. Absolutely.
Daddy's birthday was this month and his one big request was to take you bowling for the first time. I thought it was a GREAT idea. And let me tell you, it was hee-LAR-ious. You had the best time! You didn't care if you knocked down zero pins or 10 pins - you were just tickled to watch the ball roll down the alley. And I was really proud of you for waiting your turn so well. You didn't freak out when it wasn't your turn to bowl (you did, however, run laps around the bowling alley while waiting for your turn though). I'm proud to report that Mommy and Daddy both beat your score. (Yes, I was intent on beating my two-year-old at bowling. That's pretty harsh, I know). Granted I only beat you by 2 points, but winning's winning. And in my defense, you got to use a ramp AND bumpers. But I still beat you. Ha. Ha ha ha.
A super cute thing that's happened this month is that instead of me singing to you before bedtime, you've started to sing to me to me. You sang both verses of You Are My Sunshine. Seriously, kid, your cuteness brings me to my knees sometimes. Another one of your current favorite songs is In The Good Old Summertime (Bob sang it to KK and me when we were little, so I like singing it to you now). Except you don't call it "In the Good Old Summertime". You call it "In Da Gouda". Methinks I need to work on my singing annunciation.
You've known this for a while, but it's finally Internet Official. You're going to be a big sister!! I'm enormously glad that God doesn't always listen to me. If I got pregnant when I wanted to, I'd be having a baby this month. And that is a scary, scary thought. I know that plenty of two-year-olds do just fine with a new sibling, but I just don't think that you fall into that category. Thankfully God knows best, and instead, you'll be almost three when the baby comes. And I truly feel that's an ideal time for you to be a big sister. Since you were such a late talker, I'm still constantly in stitches, laughing at the things that you say. I want to soak up every minute I can with you before November. I have no doubt that you'll be an amazing big sister, and Baby Buzz Yightyear (I'll give you zero guesses as to who came up with that name) is so lucky to have you. You already talk to Buzz; you already pat my belly; you already try to feed Buzz food (both real and plastic). Daddy and I decided not to find out if I'm having a Boy Buzz or a Girl Buzz. Pretty much everyone thinks Buzz is a boy. Either is fine with me, though I think you having a sister would be neat. I love your Aunt KK so very much and I think it'd be neat for you to know that bond too. I know you won't care either way. My only concern is that you're going to be mad when I don't give birth to a Space Ranger.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Headlines for June 1, 2011:
- After 122 million miles, Endeavour's work is done
- Expert: NYC, San Diego overdue for hurricanes
- Heat just too much for Mavs in Game 1
- Friend back on stand in Casey Anthony trial
- Oral rounds begin at Scripps National Spelling Bee
- Charlie Sheen Could End Up a 'Freak Show' Like Mike Tyson or Pee Wee Herman, Expert Says
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