Tula got a special valentine in the mail from Aunt Gayle and she thought it would be a good idea to spin round and round while listening to the music. The "dizzy" feeling is new and funny, she will do this sometimes and then just lie on her back and I imagine watch the world turn. Other times, it doesn't go so smoothly and she either goes plowing into something or takes a tumble. It's entertaining, nonetheless. Here's a video for you , Aunt Gayle, of Tula opening up her cards. Mav didn't give quite the same reaction but her's is fun enough for the both of them. Enjoy! Sending you all lots of Valentine's love from here in AZ!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Tula Belle is NINETEEN months old.
I remember when Tula turned one and I thought that these monthly updates were probably going to shortly become unnecessary. I thought that she had already "reached all her milestones" and what more could she possibly start doing that was worth documenting. As if walking were the be-all-end-all and there would never be anything as life changing as her first steps. I figured I could maybe update every few months or so. Pop in and just write a quick note to Tula to let her know I still loved her but that not much was new. I figured a toddler couldn't change nearly as quickly as a baby does. Boy, was I wrong.
It has been two months since I posted an update for Tula. She has changed so, so much. Leaps and bounds, she is a different kid than she was two months ago. Last month, she celebrated her "18 month birthday" which means we are now officially closer to her being two than one. It's nuts. The sweet little baby is fading away before my eyes and every day she is more "the big girl". Her hair has thickened and is finally growing a little length. She is so steady on her feet, not just walking but running and jumping and tip toey-ing around. Oh, and climbing. On everything. I USED to think she was a climber because she tried to get up on the sofa. Now, it's everywhere. Into the stroller herself. On TOP of her picnic table. Into the highchair. Up on my computer desk. Basically, all the places she has ever wondered about and not been able to reach. Finally, she is able and loving the independence and sense of achievement climbing brings. It is difficult for me to just let go and let her do some of these things. She is so, so proud of her self when she climbs into the highchair that her little smile and glimmer in her eye make up for the 500 nerves I shot watching her climb up there. I love seeing her succeed. At anything. She makes me so proud.
What else is our big girl doing? Tula decided this month that she was finally ready to start feeding herself her Cheerios. This was a toughie for for a few reasons. First, it was the last food that she would sit and allow me to feed her, and I enjoyed that time with her. Second, the mess!!! I was all about teaching Tula to use a fork, and she has had that mastered for awhile now. But those are used to spear little hunks of food that can easily be picked up with fingers. A spoon is usually used for liquids or things of that nature which means MESSY. This was not easy but when Tula decided she wanted to do it herself, there was no turning back. Yes, it tok a few mornings for her to get the hang of it and it required A LOT of patience on my end, but it wasn't long and she had it all figured out. She will sit in her highchair and eat the whole bowl, even picking it up at the end and drinking the milk. Again, so proud to show me what she has done.
And I thought she had met all the "milestones". Every, every day, she conquers something new. What fun it is to watch her living life, to see the world through her eyes. To get excited with every airplane that flies by or every dog that barks. To see the mystery in every box we open. To feel the sadness of just tripping and bonking, or the comfort of "kissing it better" and that really making it okay. I love the peace and quiet that the New Year has brought to our home. Without the holidays to plan for, we have spent lots of time at home and I do love all the time we get to share. I know it is such a cliche to talk about seeing the world through your child's eyes. It sounds so repetitive. And it is. Pure, sweet joy. Mystery. Excitement. Every emotion and feeling under the sun. Over and over and over again.
The most exciting things that Tula comes up with right now are words. People constantly tell you about how talking was "like a switch". One day, they woke up and their baby was talking to them. Although I can see how it would feel like that, I am sure that it is not completely accurate and the process is a little more involved. I feel like I am in that stage right now. It will not be long until she can totally, clearly communicate with me everything from what she wants to when to where to why. For now, it is still pretty basic words, but so clear and expressive. I love seeing the words that she "picks" to learn too. The ones that I didn't even realize I had taught her but they may describe her favorite thing so she has then down. Too many to list but her favorite words right now? hat. sock. please (this one is sweet, she knows I can't say no to it too). no, no, no (sometimes I feel like I hear this ALL DAY LONG). dada. papa. coca. sadie. more (she FINALLY knows the word and not just the sign). hot (even cold things are "hot", we are working on that). buy-buy and I love you (I love this one. She will put her heels on, grab a purse and one of her many cell phones, come and find me and give me a hug and kiss bye bye then go and walk over to the door. She LOVES anything pretend right now and has quite the imagination) baby. brother (this one is pretty new, but it's my fav)
Tula, you are the best big sister ever. I love watching you with your brother. You are so so good with him. Even when you aren't, like, if you make him cry, it's almost always only because you were trying to do something nice, like slam you big helmet on his head or make him wear one of your shoes (yes, dressing up baby brother has already begun). Maverick is finally old enough that you guys can interact a little and I have witnessed some truly beautiful giggles coming from you guys the last month or so since it really started. It's so interesting to see what you guys find funny together. You are quite the little clown, always trying to do something funny for Mav and end up just laughing at yourself. Then he laughs because you are and that sends you into complete hysterics. You guys have a special bond and it is such fun to watch it develop and grow. But as the big sister, you are wonderful to your brother. You bring Maverick toys and show him how they work. You run to him when he cries. You kiss him. You know how to make him laugh. You love to tickle him. Today I found you brushing his hair with one of your doll's brushes. Every time I put you in the carseat you point to his, as if to remind me not to forget to put him in there. And almost always, I hear you say "hand" a few times to him. and when I look in the rearview mirror you guys are holding hands, all the time in the car. You have even fallen asleep like that. You, my girl, are a great big sister.
The other big thing in Tula's life is the potty. I know I have written about it a little that she has peed in it before, but she has done so well with it since then. I really believe she is one of those kids who is ready to be trained early, now it's just me who has to do all the work. I may be wrong about this, I haven't tested it too much. But we have had a couple days at home where we leave a diaper off for extended periods and use the potty frequently and it seems to work. Sometimes, she gets cranky because I ask so often or keep interrupting her play so we just put a diaper on. Aunt Gayle just sent us some awesome panties that should help the process along a little so I will keep you all posted. They have some extra padding so that if we have "accidents" I don't have QUITE as much cleanup...yay! I really, truly didn't think we would be embarking on the "potty training" journey so soon but I am just following her lead and seeing what happens. Right now, she pees on her potty before her shower almost every night and once or twice throughout the day if I ask her if she needs to go. She will always say yes if I ask her if she needs to go potty (I think she just likes it when I take her diaper off), then we run over to the potty and she sits down and either gets up right away if she doesn't want to go or sits for a while and pushes. The whole spectacle is still quite cute. She of course loves the praise and attention that going pee pee on the potty gets her so we have fun with that and make a big deal and that's really it.
Miss Independent loves to do it all by herself. Brushing teeth, she loves to pull her stool up every morning and stand there with the water running and brush away. She actually asks me to do this every day. She likes to brush her own hair. She loves trying to dress herself. Insists on picking out her shoes she is going to wear every time we leave the house. If you even suggest one to her, she is mad. Then, likes to try and put the shoes on herself. Has to do up all her own buckles, or at least give them a fair shot. After dinner, she cleans her own tray by putting whatever she doesn't want in a bowl then handing it to me with her fork (one of my faves). It requires a lot of patience, watching her try and do it all, but I am learning right with her.
Being a Mom to a 19 month old is so much fun, but I can say I have started to catch a glimpse here and there of what the terrible twos look like and it scares me. We have had a few meltdowns, and I think "I cannot do this for a year". I think right now, Tula's main frustration is knowing exactly what she wants and not having the words to express it to me. She gets frustrated when I don't understand her, and so do I. For the most part, she is still her easy peasy self. But when she decides she is cranky, look out. We haven't had to use any sort of discipline yet, for now, simple consequential threats work and we will stick to that until they don't. Timeout's for Tula *may* be right around the corner though, we will see. The hardest part is seeing your sweet, little baby get upset like a toddler and knowing that those perect, peaceful baby days with her are long gone. Right now, more than anything, and as stressful as it may be at times, it's just another huge reminder of how fast our little girl is growing up.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Playhouse= play house
If you have a couple min to watch, this was our afternoon today. She is too much. I went up to get my camera and came down to find her cloth and my gloves missing. Just watch them in order to see miss Tula "cleaning house".
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Maverick John is FIVE months old!
To My Son,
In five months, you have truly captured my heart. I have fallen so head over heels in love with you that it's ridiculous. Not only are you absolutely the best baby, you are the happiest little guy too. You smile for everyone. Anyone. But I get the best ones, the biggest ones. You light up my life every single day. I feel like with Tula, I had lots of minutes. With you, Maverick, I have lots of moments. Not that I didn't have lots of special time with your sister, I just had way more time with her to enjoy. With you, it is so much more limited. So I am sure to take it all in. Whether we are having a quick snuggle while Tula is down, nursing (especially throughout the night, when there is no interruptions) playing and giggling while Sis is in the bath, or you are riding in your ergo, all snug as a bug and tucked close to me. These are all special times that i get to have with you, and I cherish every second of them. Of course it helps that you make it so easy on me. It is hard for anyone to not enjoy a minute with you. But it is impossible for me not to.
Here is what I KNOW the second time around. I know it goes too fast. Especially the good times. I know the trying times pass quickly too, and to take anything good from them you can. I know, as a parent, you lay in bed sometimes at the end of the day wondering where all the minutes went. I know that it is impossible not to waste some of them doing non-mommy things, but that I can make up for it by being "present" when I am with you. I know that I will miss these days. I know to rock you a little longer. I know to breathe in the smells a little deeper. know you will eventually reach every single milestone, and I know better than to rush things this time around. I know that God knew exactly what He was thinking when He gave you to us. I know I needed a son since the beginning of time. I know I waited a lifetime for you without knowing it at all. I know better.
Maverick, I love you so much. I truly, totally enjoy being with you. I love being a mom to two, love watching you with your sister and daddy. Love all the smiles you bring to my home, my heart, my life. You are my treasure.
~Mommy
It has been two full months since I posted any sort of an update for Maverick and he has changed so, so much in that time. I am sure I won't remember all of it but I have to take note of some of these things before I forget. Shortly after turning 4 months, and one night while we were in CT over Christmas, Mav found his toes. This has been a source of great fun for him the last month or so. Maverick LOVES to be in just his diaper, laying on our bed and playing with his toes. He has also been rolling both ways for a month or so. He was rolling from front to back about two weeks before back to front. That probably happened right around the 4 month mark as well. I don't think the last time I posted he would have been cooing and giggling as much as he does now, but at 5 months old he is a chatty, happy baby that LOVES to be social. Mav can hang in pretty much any situation. You can pass him around a room full of people. He loves everybody. He sleeps well, and pretty much anywhere. Travelling to New York and Canada was a breeze. He slept with us in our bed most nights and all that extra cuddle time with Mommy won me over big time. One of the hardest parts about being home was starting to put him back in his crib. As much as I love having my baby all snuggled up in a little ball beside me all night, we both sleep better in our own beds so its better this way. But I kind of love when he wakes in the night to nurse and John brings him to me. It's almost like I missed him, and I usually end up falling asleep snuggled up with Maverick right close, if not nursing, and waking up to either a sweet, sleeping face I never want to forget, or big, dreamy blue eyes and the widest smile I have ever seen.
All the travelling and switching things up really made it feel like Maverick grew up faster then we even realized. By the time we came home, has was too big for his bouncer chair, in need of bigger onesies (he is now in the 9 month ones!), sharing diapers with Tula (yes, they both wear the Kirkland 3's in the daytime and Pamper's 2-3 swaddlers at night). We already put him in his "big-boy" carseat, at 17 pounds he is just too heavy to carry around in the infant carrier anymore. The biggest change, and something that I thought would never happen, is we were able to be done with the swing. The first three months, Maverick was digging the swing big time. In fact, I really didn't know how I was going to stop using it or how I would ever get him to sleep without it. We even had to order an additional motor for the thing, he burned out the first one. I really didn't know how I was going to fix it, I rarely used a swing with Tula so I had never had this problem. But he was fine from day one of our trip without it and we never looked back. By the time we were home, the swing was a thing of the past, and I didn't dare put him in it and start that again. I can put him in his crib wide awake, and he will almost always put himself to sleep in there. This guys seems to really, genuinely love his own bed. Also, this month while we were away on our trips I was able to stop swaddling Maverick. I used to have to swaddle him for his naps and going ot bed, once I brought him in with us he was fine. After a couple times of falling asleep without being swaddled, it became unneccessary and I can say that I don't think I have swaddled him since we have been home. As long as he is good and tired, I can bring him in his bedroom and put him on his back in the crib. He will talk to himself for a few minutes and then go right to sleep, no fuss at all. Maverick still has three naps a day, a huge morning and afternoon one, and then another at around 5 or 6, usually I try and time for right when we are about to eat dinner, which works great and gives me a chance to eat without having hands full. Sleep is a non-issue with my son. He loves it. A great sleeper throughout the night and at naptime too. He usually just lets me know he is ready to sleep with a few little squeeks and that's it. He never fusses, and on the rare occasion that he does, it is usually him telling me its bedtime and its that simple. He does love to nurse, a quick feeding and its off to bed. Maverick, you are a dream child.
I am a big believer in the whole "fourth trimester" thing. That this is a time that mother and baby still have a deep need to be so attached. And its just a time where baby isn't much more than a baby. Not doing much or showing much personality. As much as I love that stage of constant cuddles and affection, I think this part of babyhood, the smiley, happy, kicking bundle of joy part, is so much more fun. Maverick loves to play in his excersaucer, and Tula will walk up and play with him too or try and show him how things work on there. He likes to lay on the floor for tummy time, and Tula will sit with him and show him her toys or whatever. Maverick loves interacting with all of us, and it has been fun to really be experiencing having a fourth family member, instead of just the extra little bundle laying around.
So, here's something crazy. I have mentioned before that usually, before I write Mav's monthly updates I check back on Tula's at this time to see if they are on the same track. We developmentally, they seem to be on about the same timeframe. But by the time Tula was Mav's age now, she had tried solid foods. What?!?! I almost fell off my chair when I read that. I totally forgot about that, but as I read it I remembered I wanted to wait till she was 6 months old but by the time she turned 5 months I was convinced she was starving and couldn't wait another day. In all honesty, looking back I see that there were so many things that I was just excited to try that I probably had myself convinced it was necessary a little but earlier than needed. Which is fine, no harm I guess. But this time, I am in no hurry. Maverick is a big boy who is very well fed and has not shown any sort of an interest in what we are all eating. The idea of giving him solid foods had not even crossed my mind until I read Tula's 5 month post. So I will just leave things as they are for now. I know from Tula that things could change overnight. He may wake up tomorrow seemingly hungrier and I can make a decision at that point. I am not opposed to starting solids, I just don't feel the need to start them before he is ready. And, let's face it. I have kind of been loving not having to puree everything. I plan on making Mav's baby food for him as well and that was a big job that I don't quite feel ready to jump back into yet. Wow, are we really almost at that stage again? This is going by way to fast.
Anyways, Maverick is growing like a weed. He weighs now, at 5 months, what Tula weighed on her first birthday. While travelling to NY and in the airport, someone actually asked us if they were twins. I am sure, as Mav continues to grow (and Tula continues to NOT grow) we will hear this a lot more often.
Maverick John has lots of nicknames. He gets Mav (mostly), Mav John, Maveroni, Maver, and Mavi. Me and his Aunties call him "Mav, ya big lug" but will cut it out before he develops a complex...hopefully. I really do love his name so much and I guess because of it's rarity, we get lots of compliments on it. It's funny, naming a baby. It seems at the time like such a hard decision, and after a few weeks, it's clear that it could have never been any other way.
It's hard to believe that next month Maverick will be 6 months old! Half a year! Time still flies, no matter what you do to slow it down. Ah, but this has been a beautiful, blessed 5 months and I look forward to the next.
Maverick, you are my love. You make this baby thing easy and fun and so so special. I hope you always have as much joy in your heart as you do now. Yours is a happy spirit, Son, and your happiness make my heart dance.
In five months, you have truly captured my heart. I have fallen so head over heels in love with you that it's ridiculous. Not only are you absolutely the best baby, you are the happiest little guy too. You smile for everyone. Anyone. But I get the best ones, the biggest ones. You light up my life every single day. I feel like with Tula, I had lots of minutes. With you, Maverick, I have lots of moments. Not that I didn't have lots of special time with your sister, I just had way more time with her to enjoy. With you, it is so much more limited. So I am sure to take it all in. Whether we are having a quick snuggle while Tula is down, nursing (especially throughout the night, when there is no interruptions) playing and giggling while Sis is in the bath, or you are riding in your ergo, all snug as a bug and tucked close to me. These are all special times that i get to have with you, and I cherish every second of them. Of course it helps that you make it so easy on me. It is hard for anyone to not enjoy a minute with you. But it is impossible for me not to.
Here is what I KNOW the second time around. I know it goes too fast. Especially the good times. I know the trying times pass quickly too, and to take anything good from them you can. I know, as a parent, you lay in bed sometimes at the end of the day wondering where all the minutes went. I know that it is impossible not to waste some of them doing non-mommy things, but that I can make up for it by being "present" when I am with you. I know that I will miss these days. I know to rock you a little longer. I know to breathe in the smells a little deeper. know you will eventually reach every single milestone, and I know better than to rush things this time around. I know that God knew exactly what He was thinking when He gave you to us. I know I needed a son since the beginning of time. I know I waited a lifetime for you without knowing it at all. I know better.
Maverick, I love you so much. I truly, totally enjoy being with you. I love being a mom to two, love watching you with your sister and daddy. Love all the smiles you bring to my home, my heart, my life. You are my treasure.
~Mommy
It has been two full months since I posted any sort of an update for Maverick and he has changed so, so much in that time. I am sure I won't remember all of it but I have to take note of some of these things before I forget. Shortly after turning 4 months, and one night while we were in CT over Christmas, Mav found his toes. This has been a source of great fun for him the last month or so. Maverick LOVES to be in just his diaper, laying on our bed and playing with his toes. He has also been rolling both ways for a month or so. He was rolling from front to back about two weeks before back to front. That probably happened right around the 4 month mark as well. I don't think the last time I posted he would have been cooing and giggling as much as he does now, but at 5 months old he is a chatty, happy baby that LOVES to be social. Mav can hang in pretty much any situation. You can pass him around a room full of people. He loves everybody. He sleeps well, and pretty much anywhere. Travelling to New York and Canada was a breeze. He slept with us in our bed most nights and all that extra cuddle time with Mommy won me over big time. One of the hardest parts about being home was starting to put him back in his crib. As much as I love having my baby all snuggled up in a little ball beside me all night, we both sleep better in our own beds so its better this way. But I kind of love when he wakes in the night to nurse and John brings him to me. It's almost like I missed him, and I usually end up falling asleep snuggled up with Maverick right close, if not nursing, and waking up to either a sweet, sleeping face I never want to forget, or big, dreamy blue eyes and the widest smile I have ever seen.
All the travelling and switching things up really made it feel like Maverick grew up faster then we even realized. By the time we came home, has was too big for his bouncer chair, in need of bigger onesies (he is now in the 9 month ones!), sharing diapers with Tula (yes, they both wear the Kirkland 3's in the daytime and Pamper's 2-3 swaddlers at night). We already put him in his "big-boy" carseat, at 17 pounds he is just too heavy to carry around in the infant carrier anymore. The biggest change, and something that I thought would never happen, is we were able to be done with the swing. The first three months, Maverick was digging the swing big time. In fact, I really didn't know how I was going to stop using it or how I would ever get him to sleep without it. We even had to order an additional motor for the thing, he burned out the first one. I really didn't know how I was going to fix it, I rarely used a swing with Tula so I had never had this problem. But he was fine from day one of our trip without it and we never looked back. By the time we were home, the swing was a thing of the past, and I didn't dare put him in it and start that again. I can put him in his crib wide awake, and he will almost always put himself to sleep in there. This guys seems to really, genuinely love his own bed. Also, this month while we were away on our trips I was able to stop swaddling Maverick. I used to have to swaddle him for his naps and going ot bed, once I brought him in with us he was fine. After a couple times of falling asleep without being swaddled, it became unneccessary and I can say that I don't think I have swaddled him since we have been home. As long as he is good and tired, I can bring him in his bedroom and put him on his back in the crib. He will talk to himself for a few minutes and then go right to sleep, no fuss at all. Maverick still has three naps a day, a huge morning and afternoon one, and then another at around 5 or 6, usually I try and time for right when we are about to eat dinner, which works great and gives me a chance to eat without having hands full. Sleep is a non-issue with my son. He loves it. A great sleeper throughout the night and at naptime too. He usually just lets me know he is ready to sleep with a few little squeeks and that's it. He never fusses, and on the rare occasion that he does, it is usually him telling me its bedtime and its that simple. He does love to nurse, a quick feeding and its off to bed. Maverick, you are a dream child.
I am a big believer in the whole "fourth trimester" thing. That this is a time that mother and baby still have a deep need to be so attached. And its just a time where baby isn't much more than a baby. Not doing much or showing much personality. As much as I love that stage of constant cuddles and affection, I think this part of babyhood, the smiley, happy, kicking bundle of joy part, is so much more fun. Maverick loves to play in his excersaucer, and Tula will walk up and play with him too or try and show him how things work on there. He likes to lay on the floor for tummy time, and Tula will sit with him and show him her toys or whatever. Maverick loves interacting with all of us, and it has been fun to really be experiencing having a fourth family member, instead of just the extra little bundle laying around.
So, here's something crazy. I have mentioned before that usually, before I write Mav's monthly updates I check back on Tula's at this time to see if they are on the same track. We developmentally, they seem to be on about the same timeframe. But by the time Tula was Mav's age now, she had tried solid foods. What?!?! I almost fell off my chair when I read that. I totally forgot about that, but as I read it I remembered I wanted to wait till she was 6 months old but by the time she turned 5 months I was convinced she was starving and couldn't wait another day. In all honesty, looking back I see that there were so many things that I was just excited to try that I probably had myself convinced it was necessary a little but earlier than needed. Which is fine, no harm I guess. But this time, I am in no hurry. Maverick is a big boy who is very well fed and has not shown any sort of an interest in what we are all eating. The idea of giving him solid foods had not even crossed my mind until I read Tula's 5 month post. So I will just leave things as they are for now. I know from Tula that things could change overnight. He may wake up tomorrow seemingly hungrier and I can make a decision at that point. I am not opposed to starting solids, I just don't feel the need to start them before he is ready. And, let's face it. I have kind of been loving not having to puree everything. I plan on making Mav's baby food for him as well and that was a big job that I don't quite feel ready to jump back into yet. Wow, are we really almost at that stage again? This is going by way to fast.
Anyways, Maverick is growing like a weed. He weighs now, at 5 months, what Tula weighed on her first birthday. While travelling to NY and in the airport, someone actually asked us if they were twins. I am sure, as Mav continues to grow (and Tula continues to NOT grow) we will hear this a lot more often.
Maverick John has lots of nicknames. He gets Mav (mostly), Mav John, Maveroni, Maver, and Mavi. Me and his Aunties call him "Mav, ya big lug" but will cut it out before he develops a complex...hopefully. I really do love his name so much and I guess because of it's rarity, we get lots of compliments on it. It's funny, naming a baby. It seems at the time like such a hard decision, and after a few weeks, it's clear that it could have never been any other way.
It's hard to believe that next month Maverick will be 6 months old! Half a year! Time still flies, no matter what you do to slow it down. Ah, but this has been a beautiful, blessed 5 months and I look forward to the next.
Maverick, you are my love. You make this baby thing easy and fun and so so special. I hope you always have as much joy in your heart as you do now. Yours is a happy spirit, Son, and your happiness make my heart dance.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
ALMOST done.....
John has been working his butt off in the yard since October and this weekend all that work is finally starting to come together and really pay off. We had some great friends, wonderful neighbors and my dad come over and help wheelbarrow 23 tonnes of rock into our backyard. John ended up having to work most of the day so didn't have to do much of the tough stuff, they had most of it cleared up by the time he got home. Having the rock down has covered up a bunch of mud and made our yard so much cleaner and looking so much more finished. The best part is, we could now put together some of the furniture we were waiting to use till all the dirt was gone. Yay! Today, we put our picnic table together and Tula's, which grandpa and Grandma C actually got her for her first birthday. It sat in the garage a long time, but it was so worth the wait. We set it up this afternoon and she loves it! My dad and John and I even piled in there with her for a minute and she thought that was so cool that we would sit at her table. Then, we went inside and I told her I was making her lunch and she could eat it at her table. I was putzing around in the kitchen and forgot to hurry with lunch. After a few minutes and realizing she was nowhere to be seen, I look out the window and lo and behold, she is just sitting at her table waiting for lunch to be served. So cute. I brought her out a little plate and drink and she was such the big girl eating all by herself. It makes me so happy to see her happy and having fun like that, or to just know that she is truly enjoying her day. She could have sat at that table all day long. This yard has been a long process but it's days lie this that remind you just how worth it it really is.
Check out Tula at her cool new table.
Check out Tula at her cool new table.
Pee-Pee on the Po-tay!
Two nights ago, I came upstairs while Tula was still in the shower and John was doing the bath/bedtime routine. He asks me, "So, what do we do when she actually pees on the potty?" Every night, before her shower he takes off her diaper and asks her if she wants to try and go potty before she gets in the shower. You can tell she has to go, and once the shower water is turned on she is desperate to get in the water and relieve herself. Sometimes she will sit on her little potty and makes the "psssssssss" noise that I make to show her how to pee. I have no idea how that started. Anyways, in response to his question, I basically said "We freak out. We make a huge deal about it. Did she really go pee?" He said that he did freak and confirmed that she did in fact pee on the potty. She also held her own hand in her stream of pee the entire time? I guess I won't complain too bad about that till she makes a habit of it....probably just trying to make sense of the whole thing I guess. Anyways, it was straight into the shower anyways so I guess I will let it slide. I went into the bathroom and peeked through the shower door and asked her if she peed on the potty, Tula had a huge smile and kept pointing to herself and nodding her head yes. She was so proud of herself!
I confesss I am a little jealous that I didn't get to be there to witness the first pee pee on the potty. But it may not have happened if I wasn't there. I have made a point of being there for shower time the last two nights and she hasn't done it since so we will see how long it takes for me to get to see. I a not in too much of a rush with the whole thing. We will continue to do the before bed potty time and maybe when that catches on a little we will encourage it more. For now, we will continue to let Tula lead the way on this one. Good job on your first pee pee Tula! You surprise us everyday!
I confesss I am a little jealous that I didn't get to be there to witness the first pee pee on the potty. But it may not have happened if I wasn't there. I have made a point of being there for shower time the last two nights and she hasn't done it since so we will see how long it takes for me to get to see. I a not in too much of a rush with the whole thing. We will continue to do the before bed potty time and maybe when that catches on a little we will encourage it more. For now, we will continue to let Tula lead the way on this one. Good job on your first pee pee Tula! You surprise us everyday!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Not gonna lie.....
I am kind of dreading doing this post. Sometimes, this blog is like wet sand in my bathing suit. This annoying "thing" in the back of my head that I have to "take care of", or cross off my unending list of "things to do". Me and my blog have a love/hate relationship. Bottom line. And tonight, at 11:44 pm, the last thing I feel like doing right now is banging away on the keyboard for an hour trying to fill in all the blanks of the last 6 weeks of my life. Or the kids life, for that matter. It's been crazy, wild, hectic, sad, revealing, glorious, wonderful time for all of us. My whole family. Can't I just leave it at that? Sometimes I use this blog to journal all the things I want to remember about "now". And then I realize that there are so many more important things that never make it to the blog that I will never, ever forget. Even if I tried.
Many times, a thought or idea or something crosses my mind and I think, "I should blog about that. Maybe I will post something about it." Maybe it's an opinion. Maybe it's a feeling. Some random thought (usually about mothering, etc.) that I would like to divulge into a little deeper, explore a little further. And I don't. Why? Or, better question, why not? Because I am too busy? Doing what? Facebooking? Dlisting? Picking the ENTIRE FOAM ALPHABET off the shower floor? Not doing anything that I will cherish as much as being able to reflect on my heart's thoughts and hopes during this special time in my life.
So, I guess, if I were to have a New Year's resolution, that would be it. I am going to write a little more. Here, hopefully....maybe. Not just a monthly update on the kids. From time to time, I WILL sit down and jot it out, what I am thinking, or what I thunk, or whatever. If there is one thing I have learned in the last 6 weeks it's that the tiniest things can make the biggest difference. My blog doesn't have to be a big daunting task for me. It is an outlet and a forum for me to unload everything. Memories, thoughts, opinions, desires, fears, loves, and of course currents events in the Coppola house. But sometimes, a quick little blurb about what we have been up to or what I am feeling is just as special as the big long monthly post. Good things come in small packages, right?
Here's the thing. Obviously it has been forever since my last posting, especially my monthly update for the kids. But I am going to relieve myself of the burden of trying to play catch-up and just admit right now that it isn't going to get done. It's just way too late. So Mav and Tula, love you both to bits, but in your "blog book" you will each be missing the month of Dec 2008. Poor Mav, your first Christmas will go down in the books as sunstantially less documented than your Sis's. And one day maybe you will ask me why, or what happened that month that I just wasn't on the ball. And I will have a story for you that will explain it all.
We have been 'round the world this month. We flew to Canada on Dec. 6th for the unexpected and early arrival of our newest family member, my first niece and Tula and Mav's first cousin ever, Miss Kiya Jade. We stayed for a week in Canada, I got to meet the fabulous little early Christmas present at the hospital a few times, and then we headed back to AZ on the 15th of Dec, only to fly out a day early to NY for Christmas on the 18th. We had Christmas this year in CT with John's family, it was wonderful. A white winter wonderland, as John would say, with lots of wonderful food, fun, guitar hero, and laughs with family and friends. The kids got their fill of love and affection and of course, completely spoiled with Christmas prezzies and such. And then, we got a call with the sad news that Kiya had taken a turn for the worst and on Dec 30, she went home to Jesus. A quick trip she took to our world and into our hearts, just long enough to remind us all what is really important. Dec 31st, we cancelled our trip back to AZ and packed the kids up and headed back to Calgary for Kiya's funeral and some time with the fam. We got home to Arizona on the 8th, so almost a week ago, and I (we all) are still trying to get back into the swing of everyday life. It tough on all of us to not have all the extra hands, entertainment, company, and friendship. On the other hand, I feel very fortunate that we were able to get as much time as we did with our families this holiday season. That plane tickets are affordable enough that hopping on a flight last minute as a family of 4 is even an option. That my kids are great travelers and can handle being in a new bed every week for a month straight.
I have a list that I have been keeping the last few days in my famous "book of lists" that I keep about all the things that I wanted/needed to write about tonight. Kiya, you were at the top. But I look at that one little word on paper and realize that nothing more needs to be written. I will keep you at the top of my list and close to my heart for a long, long time. Tiffany, I love you so much. And that's all I have to say about that.
Anyways, that list has so much more on it, some of it I will try and write about this week. And some of it I may not get around to. And if I feel like it, I *may* even get all Chatty Cathy on y'all and write about some stuff not on the list. Maybe. Not if I have the time. If I make the time. Every single minute counts. New year, new me.
Many times, a thought or idea or something crosses my mind and I think, "I should blog about that. Maybe I will post something about it." Maybe it's an opinion. Maybe it's a feeling. Some random thought (usually about mothering, etc.) that I would like to divulge into a little deeper, explore a little further. And I don't. Why? Or, better question, why not? Because I am too busy? Doing what? Facebooking? Dlisting? Picking the ENTIRE FOAM ALPHABET off the shower floor? Not doing anything that I will cherish as much as being able to reflect on my heart's thoughts and hopes during this special time in my life.
So, I guess, if I were to have a New Year's resolution, that would be it. I am going to write a little more. Here, hopefully....maybe. Not just a monthly update on the kids. From time to time, I WILL sit down and jot it out, what I am thinking, or what I thunk, or whatever. If there is one thing I have learned in the last 6 weeks it's that the tiniest things can make the biggest difference. My blog doesn't have to be a big daunting task for me. It is an outlet and a forum for me to unload everything. Memories, thoughts, opinions, desires, fears, loves, and of course currents events in the Coppola house. But sometimes, a quick little blurb about what we have been up to or what I am feeling is just as special as the big long monthly post. Good things come in small packages, right?
Here's the thing. Obviously it has been forever since my last posting, especially my monthly update for the kids. But I am going to relieve myself of the burden of trying to play catch-up and just admit right now that it isn't going to get done. It's just way too late. So Mav and Tula, love you both to bits, but in your "blog book" you will each be missing the month of Dec 2008. Poor Mav, your first Christmas will go down in the books as sunstantially less documented than your Sis's. And one day maybe you will ask me why, or what happened that month that I just wasn't on the ball. And I will have a story for you that will explain it all.
We have been 'round the world this month. We flew to Canada on Dec. 6th for the unexpected and early arrival of our newest family member, my first niece and Tula and Mav's first cousin ever, Miss Kiya Jade. We stayed for a week in Canada, I got to meet the fabulous little early Christmas present at the hospital a few times, and then we headed back to AZ on the 15th of Dec, only to fly out a day early to NY for Christmas on the 18th. We had Christmas this year in CT with John's family, it was wonderful. A white winter wonderland, as John would say, with lots of wonderful food, fun, guitar hero, and laughs with family and friends. The kids got their fill of love and affection and of course, completely spoiled with Christmas prezzies and such. And then, we got a call with the sad news that Kiya had taken a turn for the worst and on Dec 30, she went home to Jesus. A quick trip she took to our world and into our hearts, just long enough to remind us all what is really important. Dec 31st, we cancelled our trip back to AZ and packed the kids up and headed back to Calgary for Kiya's funeral and some time with the fam. We got home to Arizona on the 8th, so almost a week ago, and I (we all) are still trying to get back into the swing of everyday life. It tough on all of us to not have all the extra hands, entertainment, company, and friendship. On the other hand, I feel very fortunate that we were able to get as much time as we did with our families this holiday season. That plane tickets are affordable enough that hopping on a flight last minute as a family of 4 is even an option. That my kids are great travelers and can handle being in a new bed every week for a month straight.
I have a list that I have been keeping the last few days in my famous "book of lists" that I keep about all the things that I wanted/needed to write about tonight. Kiya, you were at the top. But I look at that one little word on paper and realize that nothing more needs to be written. I will keep you at the top of my list and close to my heart for a long, long time. Tiffany, I love you so much. And that's all I have to say about that.
Anyways, that list has so much more on it, some of it I will try and write about this week. And some of it I may not get around to. And if I feel like it, I *may* even get all Chatty Cathy on y'all and write about some stuff not on the list. Maybe. Not if I have the time. If I make the time. Every single minute counts. New year, new me.
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