15 Months of Magic

Whew. What a week. I only was able to spend about an hour with you today; your 15 month birthday. You wore your khaki shorts and your Baltimore Aquarium t-shirt that says, "sometimes crabby, always cute" and your pink sneakers.
I went to work before you got up and come home just in time for bath / bed. Although we spent only a little time together today, it was magic. You are so much fun lately. Your laugh, your energy, your presence is just magic. Somehow the worries and stress and drama of life melt away. Chasing your naked self around upstairs while you wildly laugh is so comforting. So warm. So right. Someone commented tonight they cannot believe you are only 15 months, you seem so much older. Closer to two years old. I got a taste of the terrible twos when I tried to take your toothbrush tonight and you said "NO!" and proceeded to hit me. This has not detracted from your cuteness. I am amazed at your ability to recognize who you are and what you want. We are working on the hitting thing.

Your 15 month old self loves to run in the yard and play with the hose / water (yes, you have learned how to run). You are determined to ride Brandy and/or Stan. You love Love LOVE swinging and enjoy a good slide. You dance to music, sing along to the radio, you "talk" to yourself constantly and love to talk on the phone which you start out with "hi" and the divulge into gibberish. So many details that you notice. Oh! Buckles. You have recently become obsessed with buckles. My little engineer.

How you are treasured.

15 months of pure magic.

Spaghetti for Dinner

We had spaghetti for dinner and a caterpillar cookie for dessert.

So that's about it; nothing going on. I am working full time and really exhausted by the time I get home. You are being an ornery toddler with a tendency to hit the things you don't like. You hit when you are frustrated, when you are angry, when you don't get your way. I try not to smile. Your hits are so cute, feeble and full of little rage because I won't let you put on anymore lipstick or let you fondle my ice cubes in my water glass. But I have held my ground and remained firm about no hitting. Good for me & my budding parenting skills.

I let you know it's ok to be angry, sad, frustrated but you cannot hit because you feel this way. You can cry, you can sit and sulk, or sit alone or sit with me. But hitting is not ok. I think you are starting to understand. You are such a fast learner, I am hoping the hitting stage lasts as long as the stranger anxiety did(about a week).

We broke down and turned on the AC, it is the mid-high 90s. Thank goodness, even a snowball tonight couldn't cool us down (yes, a snowball after the caterpillar cookie, I know I should work on the dessert parenting skills)!!!

Getting excited about vacation amidst all the working this summer. First a trip to see Aunt Kaarn and Uncle Cliff in Virginia, then a trip out the Jothen family farm in Wisconsin (yee-haw road trip) and finally we booked our tickets to L.A.! Hooray! Your first plane ride EVER will be on August 12, 2010. Let's hope it is painless for us and the other 150 passengers on the 5 1/2 hr flight! We'll spend the week on the beach in Venice, California with some side trips to many LA landmarks... DISNEYLAND perhaps, Santa Monica pier, maybe Hollywood... who knows! But we'll have a good time being California girls.

It will be a nice break from Stan, the cookie (or food in general) stealer. Arms up! Keep that food high! Out of Stan's reach! He NOSE you have food Nora! And yes, he ended up with most of the caterpillar cookie, just like anything else you eat walking around with. We had no idea how blessed we were with Brandy and her obedience.

So this is a rather boring post. I told you when we began this meandering that nothing much has been going on lately. Summer is here, we take nightly walks with our neighbors around town. You are quite the sight because you need to hold the leash of Brandy or Stan as they pull you along in your stroller. In fact, after we clean up dinner, you immediately go right over to their leashes and carry them around the house trying to put them on the dogs. You KNOW it's time for a walk and insist on putting the leashes on and getting out the door as fast as possible.

Although I am working full time until July 1st and our lives are not very exciting, I look forward to coming home to you, to cooking dinner, eating together and going on our walks. I look forward to hearing about your day and playtime on the floor. This is what summer nights are all about... well for a toddler and her parents. I'm sure this will change as you grow. But for now I am content with boring.

Belated Happy Father's Day to all the dads and grandpas or Nonnis out there!

Father's Day 2010

If you have an extra 15 minutes. This celebrates the 14 months you and Daddy have spent with each other. Johnny Cash songs were chosen because, well, it's your dad.

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Breakfast, Bananas and Brushing Teeth

Favorite morning rituals include cereal with milk in a big girl cup, a banana (still with the peel since that's how Daddy eats his) and brushing teeth.

You are obsessed with brushing your teeth. You love to do this. I think you just like the tasty paste that comes with toddler toothbrushes. To get you to finish brushing you teeth, we rinse (you really just play in the running water) and then place the toothbrush back into its "home" and then we wave goodbye to the toothbrush. By having this ritual, we have avoided many meltdowns.

In fact, most of the time we have avoided a spaz situation by waving goodbye to inanimate objects. Wave goodbye to the slide, the pool, the swing, the bag of cookies. Waving goodbye works like a charm with you. Sometimes it seems silly to do, but I could careless what others think as we wave like maniacs at the candy stand in the grocery checkout. You are generally very well behaved in public spaces and any tricks to keep it that way are valued.

One morning, I was too tired to do this wave goodbye ritual with you and just "forced" you to leave the house. The screaming ensued for the entire walk to the car, the drive to Ms. Patti's, and the walk up to Ms. Patti's door. You didn't stop screaming until we were inside and ready for the next ritual of shoes and hands (taking off shoes and sanitizing hands). I learned my lesson. I take the extra time to let you process and officially "close" a situation before moving onto the next. Closure is important to all of us and I promise to always let you take time to wave goodbye.

Catching Fireflies

Summer is really here. All 90 degrees of it. Hot, sticky, sweltering heat. We have decided against turning on the AC to save on our electric bill. I have broken down more than once and said to your father, "You must put on the AC!!!" But then I find a cool spot with some ice water and I retract my declaration. Last night, Daddy almost caved, not for himself, but you became suddenly hysterical around 10:30pm and we don't know why. Daddy thought it was too hot for you... but you, like Mommy, found a cool spot and drink and were fine. I think you were crying because you hit your head rolling around in your sleep. BUT! Not important now. We still have yet to break down and turn on the AC. Hooray for us.

Summer days just look and smell different. For one, you are constantly doused in sunscreen and second, the humidity makes your hair curl!

I love this time with you. You are so enthralled with playing, discovering, touching, picking at, splashing, generally just curious about the world. You wander around the stores or mall with such gusto and people smile when they see this tiny person laughing and running just for the simple pleasure of it. (We love stores with AC and frequent restaurants for the AC.)
We started off today with breakfast. Daddy used the stove to cook eggs even though it heats our house to like 100 degrees.

We watched Wonder Pets (your favorite) and then we played with MARKERS!. Oh markers how you love the smooth wet application. Mommy loves all those stray marks on your face and legs come off with just water.

We went to lunch with Grandma and Grandpa. Daddy bought you a play pool. This isn't just any play pool. This is the Rainbow Ring Playcenter. It is glorious. Sprinkles, ring toss, slide, two pools connected. Although you needed a moment to get used to the cold water, the afternoon was spent in your pool, splashing around and cooling off.

We went on a walk with our neighbors and stopped at the local snowball stand. We strolled around town and ate snowballs. We had an orange flavor with marshmallow toppings. Yum!

Snowball Stink Face!

A summer evening wouldn't be complete without catching fireflies. So as Daddy ran your bath (which you needed desperately after spilling the rest of our snowball all over your shorts), we caught fireflies in the backyard. These magical insects love to crawl on our hands and arms and their butts light up! You should see yourself, Nora, your curious little mind is contemplating such weird creatures. You giggle when they crawl on you, you love to put your eye up to my cupped hand watching the light go on and off. The next three weeks are rather busy for me, I am working full time until July 1st. I hope we get to catch fireflies together again soon.

Although nothing "remarkable" happened today, I want to remember this day forever. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no agenda; just a lazy summer day... the kind that make summer worth the wait.

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

Your stink face...
I love it. I request it from you and most of the time you obliged me. I think it's just adorable.

Lately when dealing with middle schoolers, who have a week of school left (not fun), and teachers who also have a week left before summer vacation (twice as not fun), I keep thinking about you. Ok, truth be told I think about you alot. Call it an obsession if you will. But I love you... every fiber, every stink face, every last morsel of you. This weird obsessive love has actually brought me more patience and understanding in my job and generally in my life.

Everyone is someone's baby. Someone loves that annoying colleague who won't leave your office, that jerk who cut you off in traffic, that student who refuses to listen. Everyone is loved unconditionally by someone, the way I love you. Every mom has the most brilliant, alert, beautiful baby. Every student is gifted. Every person is just incredible.... to someone. Appreciate this love and you will find yourself more able to listen, smile, live more fully.

Believe me, I don't love my students right now or the faculty as I try to pry their technology away for the summer. But now when I look at people I see them from a different point of view... maybe a mother's? I know the love I feel for you is not unique. I am so proud of you, everything you accomplish and learn. This will not change as you grow; even when you are that ornery middle schooler, sassy teen and know-it-all college student. I will love you and be proud of the person you are. This love and pride is not something special to us, Nora. Always keep in mind that all those kids in your class, heck even your teachers are someone's baby and are loved like you are. It gives you a different perspective on people. Try it sometime.

Stink Face!!!

Bedtime with Daddy

Every night around 7pm you get a bath and afterwards you snuggle into your pjs and 3 books are read before going to sleep. This month's favorites? "A is for Apple", "Where's Spot?" and "Peekaboo I Love You."