Posts Tagged ‘daughter’
This is the story about sprinkles.
Yes, those sprinkles. Those sprinkles are M’s favorite ice cream topping. No matter where we go for ice cream, she always wants sprinkles.
One time, Hubby and M went on a daddy/daughter date to a local ice cream place. Hubby, always wanting to save an extra buck, decided to put that bottle of sprinkles into his pocket to add to M’s ice cream after ordering it.
The ice cream was ordered, and they went outside to eat their treats. Hubby pulls the sprinkles out of his pocket and adds them to M’s ice cream. She was delighted at the idea of “pocket sprinkles” and Hubby was so happy he was able to save a dollar.
Now, whenever we have ice cream at home, M always makes sure to ask for “pocket sprinkles.”
It’s totally a thing for our family now.
Sprinkles will just never be the same.
K is almost seven months old… can you believe it?
This sixth month has been such a whirlwind of milestones, I can barely keep up!
She’s been doing the army crawl since she was 5 months old, and she’s starting to master crawling with her belly off the floor. It’s amazing watching her trying to figure it all out.
She’s starting to figure out how to sit down from being in a crawling position. It’s funny how she seems so surprised when she actually pulls herself up to sitting. She’ll look at me as if she was saying, “How did I do that?!”
Her latest obsession is trying to pull herself up to standing using whatever she can get her hands on.
She’s an expert at pulling herself up to kneeling. She can get that done in an instant. She loves pulling herself up to kneeling using my lap. Then, she grabs my hands and together we pull her up to standing!
She also tries to pull herself up using various toys. She hasn’t quite understood that some toys are more stable than others. I’m constantly hovering over her to make sure she doesn’t knock a toy down and hurt herself in the process.
In her playpen, she can use the mesh to push herself up to a kneeling position. She feel stuck when she can’t move her knees closer to pull up to standing and she starts to whine in frustration. Sometimes, I help her, so she can learn the motions of pulling herself up. Other times, I leave her alone. I want her to figure it out on her own. Sometimes, she gives up and lies back down. Sometimes, she tries and tries until the frustration gets to be too much and starts to cry. I know she’s going to get it. She’s getting stronger and smarter and I know it’s all going to click one day.
It’s non-stop with her. She constantly wants to be on the floor to try do so many different things. I feel like I don’t do anything all day but crawl all over the floor with her. She only wants to carry and cuddle when she wants a bottle and wants to sleep.
She’s an active little girl with such a determined spirit. She will crawl over my leg, or her own sister, to get to where she wants to go.
I love watching her learn about the world around her.
Something is happening between the dynamic of our family.
Suddenly, it’s all about “fun-Daddy.”
I guess it’s the natural progression in the life of a little girl. It also makes Hubby very happy.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s still my little buddy and I’m still the go-to parent for many, many things..
But when it comes to being silly and fun.. it’s all about Daddy.
It’s actually very, very cute to see.
Last night, she kept copying what Daddy would say. They were teasing me and when I would try to join in by retailiating, M and Hubby kept say, “No, that’s OUR thing.”
The first man in a little girl’s life is her Daddy, and I’m so glad that she’s enjoying her time with hers..
Last week, Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys and Jordan Knight of New Kids On The Block made the announcement that they created a musical duo together, will be releasing an album, AND will be going on tour!
Nick and Jordan are my favorite members of the two boy bands that basically defined my childhood.
Til this day, I still squeal with delight every time I hear news about them, or catch them on TV.
They’ve been such a part of my life for so at least twenty one years! Amazing!
It made me wonder about M. What kind of music will she like? What sort of celebrity will she have a crush on? What pop culture phenomenon will define her childhood and adolescence? What will make her giddy and squeal way into her adult years?
Motherhood.. it really makes you think sometimes..
Over the weekend, M turned thirty two months old.. that’s two years and eight months old. She’s definitely on the downhill trek of age two and quickly approaching age three.. where has the time gone?
She continues to be an amazing little kid. We communicate now. She tells me stories. She knows how to create stories mixing up various characters from various TV shows and just creating these scenarios that are so entertaining. She loves to laugh and play.
She’s recently become a little dramatic. At the drop of a hat, she can burst into tears in the most dramatic fashion. She loves to just throw her face into her hands and just wail. I think she gets it from the Disney movies she watches. It’s in true Disney princess fashion that she throws herself onto the nearest surface, usually the floor, and just covers her face with her hands and just cries.
While it’s totally amusing, I know I need to start controlling that sort of behavior. I can’t have her just burst into tears for the tiniest reasons. I can’t have that at all!
Happy 32nd month birthday, my dear M. Stay happy and blessed always. Continue to grow and learn. Keeping being the loving person that you are. I love you with all my heart. You always keep me on my toes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
So, I’m still convincing Hubby to guest blog for me. I keep telling him that he can pretty much write about whatever he wants… sorta.
I still think it’s a good idea. I still think it will provide readers with additional insight on our lives.. and our lives as parents..
I really think it’s a good thing..
But, in the meantime, I think I’ve found a guest blogger!
Trust me, this all sounded good in my head. I’m hoping this executes just as cute as I’m thinking it will be..
The guest blogger is.. M!
Without further ado, here’s my 22-month old daughter, M. Interview-style. And believe me when I say that I made sure SHE did all her own typing.
Me: So M, how’s life so far?
M: ////////////hhhhhh b sx (Translation: Good.)
Me: What do you like to do for fun?
M: zfzffw4455 (Translation: I love teapots. I like watching all the DVD’s my parents have given me. I can’t forget, I LOVE playing with my iPad. I especially love surfing through Youtube videos.)
Me: Why can’t you sit still?
M: v rr (Translation: Mom, I’m a year old. What do you want from me?!)
Me: Ok, one more question since you obviously don’t want to be sitting with me right now. How do you rate me and Daddy’s parenting skills?!
M: prffffffffffff (Translation: Considering the fact that I’m still alive, and I’m super happy most of the time, I’d say that you are both doing a great job. I love you, kiss!)
Ok, so I may have embellished a little bit. But don’t you think that’s what your kid would say if you asked them those questions?!
Mother’s Day is coming up..
It’s my second one.
Last year, M was only 8 months old.. didn’t do much.. but reading last year’s blog post reminded me of what she was like that time..
This year, at 20 months, she’s a completely different person.. and I feel like I’ve grown as a mother..
This past year has taught me patience, as M is approaching the “terrible twos” I have noticed a slight change in her personality and her need to do things without my help. The crying fits that seem to be controled by a hair trigger have taught me a lot of patience. Potty training has taught me patience..
This past year has shown me a love I’ve never known. That love between a child and mother is so pure and precious, I could never take it for granted. I thank God everyday for this particular blessing. Her hugs are so genuine. When she looks me in the eyes and says, “mimi?” when she’s doing something she’s proud of.. I feel her love and admiration.
She loves me even after I have to be firm with her. She loves me even after I have to pull her away from something she wanted but couldn’t have. She loves me after she cries her eyes out when I tell her she can’t do something bad or dangerous. Seconds later, she’s in my arms and smiling and playing with me again.
She is unconditional love personified.
On this Mother’s Day, I don’t ask for anything special. I don’t need flowers, candy, jewelry, or pampering..
On this Mother’s Day, I get all the thanks I need from the special little girl I call my daughter. I get all the thanks I need when she comes home from being at grandma’s house, runs over to me and gives me the biggest hug she knows how. I get all the thanks I need when she calls me “mimi.” I get all the thanks I need just knowing that she’s happy and loved.
Happy mother’s day to all the wonderful mothers, grandmothers, and mothers-to-be..