So, I am working on what I think is THE funniest post ever. If, when I post it, you don't at least laugh a little, you obviously don't know me very well, and we should probably re-evaluate our friendship.
Since it's so funny, and so fantastic, it's taking me a while. Have no fear! In the meantime, I'll post a tidbit about this little sweet pea of mine since she really is coming into her own person.
This ah-dorable love bug of mine loves:
§ Her grandpa. Still. A lot. Maybe even a little more than she loves me.
§ Ice cream. (Grandpa is the one who feeds her this most, maybe that's why she's so fond of him)
§ Apple juice. (Already trained my kid to drink from a sippy cup. Yes!)
§ The Country Music Awards? She never holds that still for anything
§ Patty-cake
§ Peek-a-boo with her burp cloths
§ Holding her own bottle (More like tossing it around)
§ Long drives up to grandma greats with mom, listening to Paramore
§ Bananas. Num, num, num!
§ Pulling hair
§ Giving mom a bath. Really, this should be the other way around.
§ Giving wet, slobbery kisses. Disclaimer: This usually includes tongue
And she just can't help but be so cute and loveable!
Also, thank you, thank you, thank you! to whoever blessed me with the greatest daughter ever. I don't know how I did it, but my advice to expecting moms is lots of diet coke, grilled steak salads from Cafe Rio, sleepless nights, and back pain. That seems to be a pretty cocktail for producing a perfect mini-you.
8.17.2011
8.15.2011
Future Hubby Application
So... basically- I got tired of settling. Being the smart and witty person I am, I've created this little 'application' for any potential hubby suitors. I thought of requirements and traits of my "perfect" someone, and trust me, he doesn't exist. Therefore, this is impossible to pass, which means I can avoid settling down. ever. And now this lovely information is being handed out along with a short disclaimer about myself and the way I feel about men to any of them in the future here.
Purpose: Save them the heart ache.
[ ] Must {love} kids. No exceptions.
Note: If you did not check this box, please don't continue.
[ ] Must not smoke.
[ ] Must be a hard worker.
[ ] Must be at least 6'1.
[ ] Must be funny. Then again, it's not too hard to make me laugh.
[ ] Must have a good job- preferably a lawyer or doctor (anesthesioligist would be great) or a firefighter.
Please list other occupation here if none of the above apply to you. I will take these into
consideration. Other: ___________________________________________
[ ] Must play some sort of musical instrument OR own a motorcycle.
[ ] Must think I'm outrageously funny. Because, lets face it, I am.
[ ] Must accept my dorkiness.
[ ] Must be able to grill as well, if not better, than the current man in my life: My father.
*He grills a mean steak boys.
[ ] Must be fluent in sarcasm.
[ ] Must kill ALL spiders. Or any bug for that matter.
[ ] No pets. Except for my beta fish named Morris, and maybe a pet chicken named Izzy.
[ ] No trying to change my mind about ^this^ requirement either.
[ ] Must do the dishes after I cook delicious meals.
[ ] Must accept the fact that I can't golf, dance, or do math.
[ ] Must give me a constant case of those dang butterflies.
[ ] Must be willing to go on crazy escapades and adventures!
[ ] Must send me periodic cute texts throughout the day that I can't help but break out in smile.
[ ] Must sweep me off my feet.
*No exceptions.
[ ]Must have the cutest nickname for me. Ever.
Nickname: _______________________________________
[ ] Must be fluent in a foreign language OR take me to lots of exotic places frequently.
[ ] Must use correct grammar at ALL times.
*This is a deal breaker, guys.
[ ] Must love me unconditionally and put up with my stubborness, independent-ness and self-reliant-ness.
[ ] 10 extra points just for making it all the way to this point even though you know this was impossible to pass.
Purpose: Save them the heart ache.
[ ] Must {love} kids. No exceptions.
Note: If you did not check this box, please don't continue.
[ ] Must not smoke.
[ ] Must be a hard worker.
[ ] Must be at least 6'1.
[ ] Must be funny. Then again, it's not too hard to make me laugh.
[ ] Must have a good job- preferably a lawyer or doctor (anesthesioligist would be great) or a firefighter.
Please list other occupation here if none of the above apply to you. I will take these into
consideration. Other: ___________________________________________
[ ] Must play some sort of musical instrument OR own a motorcycle.
[ ] Must think I'm outrageously funny. Because, lets face it, I am.
[ ] Must accept my dorkiness.
[ ] Must be able to grill as well, if not better, than the current man in my life: My father.
*He grills a mean steak boys.
[ ] Must be fluent in sarcasm.
[ ] Must kill ALL spiders. Or any bug for that matter.
[ ] No pets. Except for my beta fish named Morris, and maybe a pet chicken named Izzy.
[ ] No trying to change my mind about ^this^ requirement either.
[ ] Must do the dishes after I cook delicious meals.
[ ] 100% support my obsession with Kyle Beckerman.
[ ] Must be an avid game player.
*I don't mean those dumb video games either.
[ ] Must accept the fact that I can't golf, dance, or do math.
[ ] Must give me a constant case of those dang butterflies.
[ ] Must be willing to go on crazy escapades and adventures!
[ ] Must send me periodic cute texts throughout the day that I can't help but break out in smile.
[ ] Must sweep me off my feet.
*No exceptions.
[ ]Must have the cutest nickname for me. Ever.
Nickname: _______________________________________
[ ] Must be fluent in a foreign language OR take me to lots of exotic places frequently.
[ ] Must use correct grammar at ALL times.
*This is a deal breaker, guys.
[ ] Must love me unconditionally and put up with my stubborness, independent-ness and self-reliant-ness.
[ ] 10 extra points just for making it all the way to this point even though you know this was impossible to pass.
8.14.2011
I'm obsessed... with this little love bug!
I could just eat her, she's honestly that delicious. Far more perfect than I could have asked for and definitely more than I deserve. You really never know love until you're a parent. It is lifes greatest blessing.
8.13.2011
6.08.2011
Oh how I love thee... Let me count the ways
You, my little sweet pea, are the one person I count twice in my blessings every day. I don't know how I got so lucky to be your mom, or what I did because I sure was a little hellion for your grandmother, but I consider myself to be the luckiest person ever. Not just alive- ever!
You bring a smile to my face with everything you do, but here's a few of the ways...
Φ The way your eyebrows raise when I do something new and you're intrigued
Φ How you instantly find your thumb when you're sleeping and the rest of your hand covers your face
ΦYour perplexed face when I'm feeding you new fruit and the combination of you trying to figure out what your tongue is again for the thousandth time always makes me laugh
Φ The fact that you rolled over when no one was watching and you've refused to do it since that day. You little stinker, you.
Φ The cute sound you make when you're playing with your spit bubbles.
ΦWhen I've got you locked on me for just a few minutes and I make you laugh that little "aha aha" laugh.
Φ You're the most alert baby I've ever seen.
Φ Watching you splash around in the bath. You were probably a fish in another life.
Φ How much you're already like me. I'm not worried one bit. I'm just very, very excited.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
You bring a smile to my face with everything you do, but here's a few of the ways...
Φ The way your eyebrows raise when I do something new and you're intrigued
Φ How you instantly find your thumb when you're sleeping and the rest of your hand covers your face
ΦYour perplexed face when I'm feeding you new fruit and the combination of you trying to figure out what your tongue is again for the thousandth time always makes me laugh
Φ The fact that you rolled over when no one was watching and you've refused to do it since that day. You little stinker, you.
Φ The cute sound you make when you're playing with your spit bubbles.
ΦWhen I've got you locked on me for just a few minutes and I make you laugh that little "aha aha" laugh.
Φ You're the most alert baby I've ever seen.
Φ Watching you splash around in the bath. You were probably a fish in another life.
Φ How much you're already like me. I'm not worried one bit. I'm just very, very excited.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
5.26.2011
There she goes
My oh my how time is flying! You're about to be 16 weeks old tomorrow. To me, you are HUGE! And you've been wearing 6-9 month old clothing since you were practically born. You are the one person who can always make me smile, no matter what you're doing. Whether you're sleeping, smiling back at me, wailing at the top of your lungs, screaming from excitement at 2 in the morning (or anytime for that matter), or sucking on your fists. Yes, fists. As in plural. As in, at the same time. You're a very determined little girl. One more thing to add to the list of 'what I love about you'.
Here are some firsts for you within the past few weeks:
Thumb sucking. Yes, you've found it, and you also love it.
Daycare. I think you love it, although I'm not too sure. Mostly during the day you eat, sleep, have your diaper changed, and then repeat the entire process. Either way, I'm sure glad to see you when I come to pick you up and you give me that big old grin.
Flirting. You are so boy crazy already, definitely my daughter, and boy do you pull out the charm whenever you hear a guy. You're favorite is grandpa. Oh yes, he can make you laugh and smile like no one else can. You love him a lot.
Squealing. This is what you do all the time now. I thought it was adorable when you first started doing it, but I found it not so cute after you started doing it randomly throughout the middle of the night.
Peek-a-boo. You absolutely LOVE this game. Especially when you're playing with grandpa. You laugh and laugh. You laugh even harder when you're scared, and it's so cute to watch you anticipate it. You flinch your eyes just waiting for it to happen. So. Cute.
TV. You love to turn your head and watch TV while you eat. It looks quite uncomfortable to me, but you enjoy it, so you just keep on watching sweet pea.
Rolling. You aren't quite able to roll all the way over you, but you always pull your feet up towards your chest and roll onto your side.
You are just too dang cute for me. I am in love, and awed, by everything you do. All everyone ever tells me is what a good baby you are. And it's so true. You rarely cry, you sleep through the night, you're always happy and content. I really am so lucky, and I count you twice in my blessings every night.
I hope that you keep getting so big, even though I think you're growing up too fast. Keep laughing and smiling; you have such a contagious personality, and I know that you will inspire others because of that when you're older.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
Here are some firsts for you within the past few weeks:
Thumb sucking. Yes, you've found it, and you also love it.
Daycare. I think you love it, although I'm not too sure. Mostly during the day you eat, sleep, have your diaper changed, and then repeat the entire process. Either way, I'm sure glad to see you when I come to pick you up and you give me that big old grin.
Flirting. You are so boy crazy already, definitely my daughter, and boy do you pull out the charm whenever you hear a guy. You're favorite is grandpa. Oh yes, he can make you laugh and smile like no one else can. You love him a lot.
Squealing. This is what you do all the time now. I thought it was adorable when you first started doing it, but I found it not so cute after you started doing it randomly throughout the middle of the night.
Peek-a-boo. You absolutely LOVE this game. Especially when you're playing with grandpa. You laugh and laugh. You laugh even harder when you're scared, and it's so cute to watch you anticipate it. You flinch your eyes just waiting for it to happen. So. Cute.
TV. You love to turn your head and watch TV while you eat. It looks quite uncomfortable to me, but you enjoy it, so you just keep on watching sweet pea.
Rolling. You aren't quite able to roll all the way over you, but you always pull your feet up towards your chest and roll onto your side.
You are just too dang cute for me. I am in love, and awed, by everything you do. All everyone ever tells me is what a good baby you are. And it's so true. You rarely cry, you sleep through the night, you're always happy and content. I really am so lucky, and I count you twice in my blessings every night.
I hope that you keep getting so big, even though I think you're growing up too fast. Keep laughing and smiling; you have such a contagious personality, and I know that you will inspire others because of that when you're older.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
4.29.2011
12
Oh my goodness sweet pea!
You are 12 weeks old today! How do I know you're getting older? Because you keep getting bigger! You're already wearing 6-9 month clothing (I wish I was joking), and your legs are so long I have a hard time keeping track of all of you while you're eating!
These past 12 weeks have kind of flown by, haven't they? A lot has happened. I've watched you grow and change a little bit everyday, and every little change has brought a smile to my face. You light up the entire room, and you have no idea you even do that yet! I'm so happy that your grandpa blessed you with a contagious personality, because it's already starting to show. Your grin is so cute, but the thing I love about you most is how you smile with your eyes. That happens a lot more than you smiling with your mouth. You're so determined (even though your fist never fits in your mouth, you never stop trying anyways) and you're so tough (Shots? No problem for you. You haven't cried once and you've had a few shots). And I promise that I'll love all of you everyday of your life.
I have to go back to work on Monday, and I'm dreading the thought of having to leave you. I know it will be nice to get back on a normal routine and get back to doing productive things during my day, but I will miss you so much and I know I'll be thinking about you every second of the day that I'm away from you.
I read an old post today, stating that meeting Kyle Beckerman for my 18th birthday was probably the greatest day of my life, and I am happy to tell you that you topped that day by like a gazillion! Holding you in my arms for the first time was the most amazing thing, and ever since then I haven't wanted to put you down. I just want to smell you all the time because I always lather you in lotion (it's a must that we smell good before we leave the house) and I'm wishing that you still fell asleep on my chest. Sometimes you let me rock you, but you're so content to just lay down in your crib and go to sleep by yourself. After you talk your head off for a while of course. I know that you have a lot to say, and I can't wait until you get to tell me all about it in a language that I can actually understand.
Here are some things that have happened in the past 12 weeks:
Your hair went from almost black to light brown. And it's getting lighter everyday. Yay!
You love music. You absolutely love it.
Everytime you eat you stick your thumbs inbetween your index and middle fingers and keep it there until you're finished.
You also try to help me hold your bottle, but you're so dang strong that most times you just push it out.
You talk in your sleep, and it is the dang cutest thing I've ever heard.
We've been on many lunch dates with lots of people, and you love to just lay in your car seat and stare at the world around you.
You love fans and clocks. Fans that are spinning seem to be a little better, but those two things are the first things you look for in any room.
You love to give wet and slobbery kisses with your mouth wide open. It almost looks like you're trying to eat the person.
Your fists have become your new favorite things to play with these past couple of weeks. You'll stare at them in wonder before you try shoving both of them in your mouth.
Listening to you suck on a binky always makes me laugh. It's loud, sounds like you're chewing it with no teeth, and you still haven't quite grasped the concept of what it's for.
You somehow always manage to pull the blanket over your head. That's one of your favorite ways to go to sleep.
You have changed my life so much, for the better, and all I can do to say thank you is love you with everything I have and make sure you know that.
You are the best baby and I'm so blessed to call you my daughter. I wake up everyday looking forward to whatever we're going to experience together. You are my life and without you things wouldn't be complete. Thank you for putting up with my craziness and flaws. I promise one dayI'll remember to do up your onsie before I put your pants back on.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
You are 12 weeks old today! How do I know you're getting older? Because you keep getting bigger! You're already wearing 6-9 month clothing (I wish I was joking), and your legs are so long I have a hard time keeping track of all of you while you're eating!
These past 12 weeks have kind of flown by, haven't they? A lot has happened. I've watched you grow and change a little bit everyday, and every little change has brought a smile to my face. You light up the entire room, and you have no idea you even do that yet! I'm so happy that your grandpa blessed you with a contagious personality, because it's already starting to show. Your grin is so cute, but the thing I love about you most is how you smile with your eyes. That happens a lot more than you smiling with your mouth. You're so determined (even though your fist never fits in your mouth, you never stop trying anyways) and you're so tough (Shots? No problem for you. You haven't cried once and you've had a few shots). And I promise that I'll love all of you everyday of your life.
I have to go back to work on Monday, and I'm dreading the thought of having to leave you. I know it will be nice to get back on a normal routine and get back to doing productive things during my day, but I will miss you so much and I know I'll be thinking about you every second of the day that I'm away from you.
I read an old post today, stating that meeting Kyle Beckerman for my 18th birthday was probably the greatest day of my life, and I am happy to tell you that you topped that day by like a gazillion! Holding you in my arms for the first time was the most amazing thing, and ever since then I haven't wanted to put you down. I just want to smell you all the time because I always lather you in lotion (it's a must that we smell good before we leave the house) and I'm wishing that you still fell asleep on my chest. Sometimes you let me rock you, but you're so content to just lay down in your crib and go to sleep by yourself. After you talk your head off for a while of course. I know that you have a lot to say, and I can't wait until you get to tell me all about it in a language that I can actually understand.
Here are some things that have happened in the past 12 weeks:
Your hair went from almost black to light brown. And it's getting lighter everyday. Yay!
You love music. You absolutely love it.
Everytime you eat you stick your thumbs inbetween your index and middle fingers and keep it there until you're finished.
You also try to help me hold your bottle, but you're so dang strong that most times you just push it out.
You talk in your sleep, and it is the dang cutest thing I've ever heard.
We've been on many lunch dates with lots of people, and you love to just lay in your car seat and stare at the world around you.
You love fans and clocks. Fans that are spinning seem to be a little better, but those two things are the first things you look for in any room.
You love to give wet and slobbery kisses with your mouth wide open. It almost looks like you're trying to eat the person.
Your fists have become your new favorite things to play with these past couple of weeks. You'll stare at them in wonder before you try shoving both of them in your mouth.
Listening to you suck on a binky always makes me laugh. It's loud, sounds like you're chewing it with no teeth, and you still haven't quite grasped the concept of what it's for.
You somehow always manage to pull the blanket over your head. That's one of your favorite ways to go to sleep.
You have changed my life so much, for the better, and all I can do to say thank you is love you with everything I have and make sure you know that.
You are the best baby and I'm so blessed to call you my daughter. I wake up everyday looking forward to whatever we're going to experience together. You are my life and without you things wouldn't be complete. Thank you for putting up with my craziness and flaws. I promise one dayI'll remember to do up your onsie before I put your pants back on.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy
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