Showing posts with label baby book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby book. Show all posts

Saturday, February 27, 2010

11 months/32 months

I don't know why I'm putting J's age in months, it's just funny because they are exactly 21 months apart...

Sarah is becoming a little toddler! I can't figure out if she's brilliant or a good observer - she figured out how to use a straw after I showed her one time, she'll put toys away (slowly and forgets), is trying to talk, suddenly started signing 'light' when we were at the store the other day but won't sign more unless she's prompted. She cracks me up - she'll just laugh at anything and her dimples! Those dimples are so adorable.

She likes to feed me (or anyone, I think) Also, baby girl has four teeth on top and only three on the bottom. Poor thing, it's so odd looking. I love it, of course.


I mean...just look at her. A big girl.


This face!


So precious.


Seriously, just watch this. Love her!


And this dude...crazy as ever!

J is talking more and more and more and more and more, it seems. He has questions about everything: "What's that mommy?" "What YOU SAY?" (if he doesn't hear me), "Why mommy?" "Why you laughing mommy? STOP LAUGHING MOMMY!" Let's just say, we talk all day long. Sarah will be talking before long, honestly at the end of the day I just want to sit in silence (poor Shawn.)

The other day I laughed at something on the radio and he asked me: "Why you laughing?" I told him that I heard a joke on the radio and he asked what a joke was. I tried to explain to him by using the 'why did the chicken cross the road?' but he didn't get it. Answering all these questions is very difficult! Today, we saw a friend who had a very old dog that she didn't want the kids petting (wasn't sure how he'd react to new kids, understandable!), on the way home, J asked me a thousand questions. Well, really only one question: "WHY MOMMY?" Why couldn't we pet Rocky, (he's old and cranky), why? (when we get old we don't feel good), why? (that's just the way God made us) why? (OH JEREMIAH LOOK THE TRAIN!!) Thankfully the light rail train passed by and I yelled so loud I scared Sarah, but I was just trying to derail his 'why' train.

Being a mom is much more challenging, amazing, and difficult than I'd ever imagined. God is using this to grow me, I know it, but sometimes growing is painful!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Uh oh...

So sorry that this is turned funny...but here we go!

Shawn predicts she'll be walking by the end of the week...she turns 10 months tomorrow.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The kids

I love them so, so, so much. They crack me up all the time.
Here they are playing on J's Spiderman couch.


Actually got J to sit still for a picture.


We've been skyping with Bubbie. So much fun!




Sarah - current likes: food, any kind. That means baby food, food she can have, food she can't have, food I'm eating, or even if I open the pantry she crawls as fast as she can to get in there. She also loves being around bigger kids, like Jeremiah, loves chewing on objects, eating paper, being held, her mommy, feeding herself, drinking water and spitting it out, yelling at the top of her lungs, doing things she's not supposed to and being an overall klutz, just like her mommy, see the bruise on her forehead?

Current dislikes: Having her clothing or diaper changed (it's like wrestling an alligator!), naptime if she's not ready, sleeping through the night, taking longer than a 2 hr nap, if you take something out of her mouth that she was eating, being put in any childcare, being away from mommy.


Jeremiah - current likes: sleep, the phrases: "Why" "Why Mom" "What" and "What mean" (as in what does that mean?), ignoring requests, milk, goats cheese, running, jumping, somersaults, being tickled, being chased, swinging high on the swings, digging in the sand, playing outside by himself, fixing things, helping mommy (see above), Caillou (Uhhhhhhhhhh) and cuddling.

Current dislikes: using the potty, being told it's time for a nap, being told no, the 'quiet game,' doing things when you ask him to, when you laugh and he's not (he thinks you're laughing at him, I think), getting hurt.