I wrote this last Thursday and never got it posted.....Things are going well without the pacifier.
Last night we were playing in the floor and Isla was sitting on my foot at her Leap Frog Activity Table. She kept pulling herself up to a standing position with mommy supporting her. Then mommy let go and she did it all by herself! She doesn’t realize what she’s doing when she stands at her table and she frequently lets go and lands on her bottom. But it’s still another sign that Baby Girl is growing up way too fast.
Speaking of growing up, we got rid of the pacifier last night. P knew I didn’t want her using the pacifier past a year—it’s just a personal preference thing--and we talked about things the other day and decided that since up until a week ago she didn’t really seem to care if she had it or not, we’d go ahead and take it away now. In the past week she’s started whining for it and putting her lips out waiting for someone to put it in her mouth when she’s tired. I didn’t want her to get any more attached to it—everything I read said taking it away now is so much easier than doing it later. We were going to wait until next weekend to do it over the holiday but the Farmer’s Almanac said last night, tonight, and tomorrow are the best nights to wean a baby so rather than just worry about it another week and let her get even more attached, I played mean mommy last night. (Ok, I don’t know if I believe Farmer’s Alamanac’s signs or not, but mom said her grandma always used it and that woman raised 8 children so....) Isla fussed and cried awhile at bedtime last night, then she’d sit up and look over at the table where a paci usually lays, then she’d lay her head back down. I just held her until she went to sleep. It seemed like her little wake-ups were easier last night. We’d hear her say something but she’d go right back to sleep without us doing anything. Going back to sleep after the middle of the night bottle was a bit more challenging than usual, but still not too bad. We’ll see how night 2 goes.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Winston!
The morning I took these pictures Isla suddenly seemed to realize she has some control over her balance when she's sitting up--although she can't keep upself up through a sneeze--that's when she fell over. She's doing so much better sitting up by herself. Last night she sat in a big girl high chair in a restaurant and today we went to Wal-Mart and she sat in the shopping cart.
As you can tell in the pictures below, I put her hair up in piggy tails yesterday. They stayed in all day through 3 clothing changes and some naps. When I took the rubber band out, the curls did a pretty good job holding their shape.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Peas, please!
Isla was quite insistent that I keep feeding her peas last night. Every time I'd try to give her a bite of prunes (hey, it's a favorite!) or macaroni and cheese, she'd screech until I'd give her another bite of peas. She polished off the whole jar, but a good serving of prunes and a few bites of mac-and-cheese.
Peas? Really? Whose kid IS this???
Peas? Really? Whose kid IS this???
Sunday, August 8, 2010
2 weeks, no pictures!
Wow--I just installed my camera software on this computer and transferred ALL Isla's pics. I haven't taken ANY pictures of her for 2 weeks! We'll be sure and correct that this week--after all, we'll have to do the 7 month Winston pictures in a few days.
Here are some of the more recent favorites and a video. They may have to be done in more than one post.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
And more...
Seeing her accomplish something she's been working at. At this stage, this means turning over, getting a block to fit in her hand JUST right so she can pick it up, reaching the toys on her exersaucer.
The way she twirls her pacifier around trying to get it in her mouth. I try to let her do it herself.
When I pick her up for a nighttime feeding and she leaves her eyes closed and just opens her mouth, knowing mommy will take care of everything.
The way she twirls her pacifier around trying to get it in her mouth. I try to let her do it herself.
When I pick her up for a nighttime feeding and she leaves her eyes closed and just opens her mouth, knowing mommy will take care of everything.
More of those "little" things...
The look on her face when I come home from work.
The way she kicks her legs when she's excited.
That moment she decides she's ready to go to sleep and she just turns in to me.
Her cute little bottom up in the air when she's asleep on her tummy.
The twinkle in her eye right before she tries to grab something.
The way she kicks her legs when she's excited.
That moment she decides she's ready to go to sleep and she just turns in to me.
Her cute little bottom up in the air when she's asleep on her tummy.
The twinkle in her eye right before she tries to grab something.
I'm still here...
This baby girl is a handful to keep up with...and she’s not even crawling yet! She’s trying though. She’s really good at scooting and creeping. Next weekend is Isla Proofing the House Weekend. She has both bottom front teeth and is working on the top ones. She was Princess Fussy Pants last weekend but has been in a better mood the last day or so. Last night I could feel a nub on top even though you can’t see it yet.
I got a new laptop for my birthday/anniversary so I need to install my camera software and organize some pictures this weekend. I’ll upload some new ones then. I have a cute video I’ll try to get uploaded also.
I’m taking off Friday so it’s a 3 day weekend! J is going to hang out with us tomorrow afternoon and spend the night tomorrow night. He’s 8 and SO good with his little cousin. I was worried that he’d be jealous or have a hard time adjusting because this is the first time he’s really had to share Grandma’s attention but there was no reason to be concerned. He loves playing big brother and she adores him. We’re going to see Ramona and Beezus tomorrow afternoon. I loved those books when I was a kid. He hasn’t read them but wants to see the movie. The 3 of us have seen a few movies this summer—Isla does really well. She’ll watch about half the movie, take a bottle, then go to sleep.
One thing I’ve been trying to do lately is keep a journal of letters for Isla. I’ve only been able manage to write a few and I feel like I’m saying the same things over and over. I hope someday she’ll understand how my day automatically brightens whenever I see her and how I see pure joy on my mom’s face whenever she picks Isla up and how much her Daddy absolutely adores her. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convey to her how much I love her. Maybe it’s something she won’t be able to understand unless some day she’s blessed with her own little girl.
I’m writing this in the early hours of the morning. I’ve been thinking about all the little things no one ever told me. Sure, I knew the mommy job was a good gig even though it’s a lot of work. But I find joy in so many little things now that I never would have dreamt of.
Like the way it feels when she cuddles up against my chest in her dimly lit room at 3:00 in the morning. Everything so quiet and peaceful—like everyone else in the world is asleep but us. I love wearing a nightgown with a wide, open neck instead of my old t-shirts so I can feel her snuggle against my skin.
And the way she smells right after a bath. The smell of HER mixed with the scent of the lotion I rub on her arms and legs mixed with the lingering aroma of her shampoo clinging to those beautiful curls.
And how if she starts crying at 2:00 in the morning, part of me wants to just roll over and sleep but a bigger part of me smiles because it means I get to spend some hidden time with my baby girl. The more active she gets during the day, the more I love that time when she’s sleepy and drowsy and wants to cuddle.
And how much I love rocking her to sleep and just holding her. Even though I know she needs to learn how to soothe herself and put herself to sleep, it’s hard to let her do it sometimes. Sometimes I have to selfishly just sit and rock her and take all of her in. I know it won’t be long when she’s too big for mommy to rock her to sleep.
And how I feel warm and smiley inside those times when she just wants mommy and no one else will do. I know it won’t last but for now, Mommy is her favorite. If no one else can fix things, mommy can.
And how she’ll stick her right hand under my arm when she’s taking a bottle. As she moves her fingers, it seems like she’s trying to tickle me.
And the way she giggles when I kiss her cheeks.
And how she grins whenever she sneezes twice. Doesn’t always happen if she just sneezes once, but if she sneezes twice, she gets the biggest smile on her face and mommy says “those are so funny!”
And how mommy loves that she’s active, even when it means that it takes twice as long to change a diaper. I told her daddy when she was only a few days old that the way she squirmed on the changing table then, it was obvious that she was going to be a handful at 6 months. It’s 6 months later and you have to give her something to play with when you’re trying to change her diaper. Even then she flips over onto her tummy and tries to get away half the time. Mommy’s changed some diapers with her on her tummy but for some reason, she tends to pee when I’m doing that.
And how she raspberries me when I’m trying to clean her teeth and gums.
And how much she loves when we clap or cheer “Yay Isla!”
And, and, and.....I could go on and on. I’m sure my next few posts will be ones I remember and want to add. I just can’t believe how much of my life is wrapped up in that little girl.
Friday is P and my 3rd anniversary. That day 3 years ago will always be one of my perfect days. So peaceful and relaxing. I love you honey.
I got a new laptop for my birthday/anniversary so I need to install my camera software and organize some pictures this weekend. I’ll upload some new ones then. I have a cute video I’ll try to get uploaded also.
I’m taking off Friday so it’s a 3 day weekend! J is going to hang out with us tomorrow afternoon and spend the night tomorrow night. He’s 8 and SO good with his little cousin. I was worried that he’d be jealous or have a hard time adjusting because this is the first time he’s really had to share Grandma’s attention but there was no reason to be concerned. He loves playing big brother and she adores him. We’re going to see Ramona and Beezus tomorrow afternoon. I loved those books when I was a kid. He hasn’t read them but wants to see the movie. The 3 of us have seen a few movies this summer—Isla does really well. She’ll watch about half the movie, take a bottle, then go to sleep.
One thing I’ve been trying to do lately is keep a journal of letters for Isla. I’ve only been able manage to write a few and I feel like I’m saying the same things over and over. I hope someday she’ll understand how my day automatically brightens whenever I see her and how I see pure joy on my mom’s face whenever she picks Isla up and how much her Daddy absolutely adores her. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convey to her how much I love her. Maybe it’s something she won’t be able to understand unless some day she’s blessed with her own little girl.
I’m writing this in the early hours of the morning. I’ve been thinking about all the little things no one ever told me. Sure, I knew the mommy job was a good gig even though it’s a lot of work. But I find joy in so many little things now that I never would have dreamt of.
Like the way it feels when she cuddles up against my chest in her dimly lit room at 3:00 in the morning. Everything so quiet and peaceful—like everyone else in the world is asleep but us. I love wearing a nightgown with a wide, open neck instead of my old t-shirts so I can feel her snuggle against my skin.
And the way she smells right after a bath. The smell of HER mixed with the scent of the lotion I rub on her arms and legs mixed with the lingering aroma of her shampoo clinging to those beautiful curls.
And how if she starts crying at 2:00 in the morning, part of me wants to just roll over and sleep but a bigger part of me smiles because it means I get to spend some hidden time with my baby girl. The more active she gets during the day, the more I love that time when she’s sleepy and drowsy and wants to cuddle.
And how much I love rocking her to sleep and just holding her. Even though I know she needs to learn how to soothe herself and put herself to sleep, it’s hard to let her do it sometimes. Sometimes I have to selfishly just sit and rock her and take all of her in. I know it won’t be long when she’s too big for mommy to rock her to sleep.
And how I feel warm and smiley inside those times when she just wants mommy and no one else will do. I know it won’t last but for now, Mommy is her favorite. If no one else can fix things, mommy can.
And how she’ll stick her right hand under my arm when she’s taking a bottle. As she moves her fingers, it seems like she’s trying to tickle me.
And the way she giggles when I kiss her cheeks.
And how she grins whenever she sneezes twice. Doesn’t always happen if she just sneezes once, but if she sneezes twice, she gets the biggest smile on her face and mommy says “those are so funny!”
And how mommy loves that she’s active, even when it means that it takes twice as long to change a diaper. I told her daddy when she was only a few days old that the way she squirmed on the changing table then, it was obvious that she was going to be a handful at 6 months. It’s 6 months later and you have to give her something to play with when you’re trying to change her diaper. Even then she flips over onto her tummy and tries to get away half the time. Mommy’s changed some diapers with her on her tummy but for some reason, she tends to pee when I’m doing that.
And how she raspberries me when I’m trying to clean her teeth and gums.
And how much she loves when we clap or cheer “Yay Isla!”
And, and, and.....I could go on and on. I’m sure my next few posts will be ones I remember and want to add. I just can’t believe how much of my life is wrapped up in that little girl.
Friday is P and my 3rd anniversary. That day 3 years ago will always be one of my perfect days. So peaceful and relaxing. I love you honey.
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