Little E, is not so little anymore. She is about seventeen months old. A walking talking go go machine. I have obviously lost some time between the last post and this most recent one, something I am regretting. But nows the time to make things right.
There are important things to remember.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Little girls are cute and small only to adults.
Little E. is now a true rolling machine. There is no stopping her. In fact, yesterday evening when we returned home from the regatta, and I was changing her on the love seat, she nearly rolled from it to the floor. I was only straightening out a new diaper to put on her, I barely lifted my eyes from her for a second when I saw a bare little E toosh hanging down towards the floor. My heart flew up into my throat.
I replaced her in her spot on the cushion infront of me where she contently babbled to herself, unaware that she just about killed me.
It's hard to believe that she is nearly six months. And mostly mobile.
She tries when shes on her back to pull herself up by her clothes so that she can sit up. Or she pulls on the belt or the tray in front of her bouncer or her swing for the same purpose. She spins herself in circles on the floor. And then rolls all over it too.
Today she found herself in a mirror and thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. She loves keyboards and pieces of different paper. Different textures.
We "won" her a stuffed elephant at the regatta yesterday and this evening when she went to bed, she pulled it up beside her and promptly fell asleep.
This little girl melts my heart.
Boy were they ever right when they say having children is like wearing your heart on your sleeve.
I replaced her in her spot on the cushion infront of me where she contently babbled to herself, unaware that she just about killed me.
It's hard to believe that she is nearly six months. And mostly mobile.
She tries when shes on her back to pull herself up by her clothes so that she can sit up. Or she pulls on the belt or the tray in front of her bouncer or her swing for the same purpose. She spins herself in circles on the floor. And then rolls all over it too.
Today she found herself in a mirror and thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. She loves keyboards and pieces of different paper. Different textures.
We "won" her a stuffed elephant at the regatta yesterday and this evening when she went to bed, she pulled it up beside her and promptly fell asleep.
This little girl melts my heart.
Boy were they ever right when they say having children is like wearing your heart on your sleeve.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Where I want another baby
I've been quietly working on some pages for Little E.'s scrapbook. Something I've been meaning to do since before she was born. I've had the stuff since last October. Almost a year ago now. It was time that I started doing something.
It's almost sad ... looking back through my pictures of my pregnancy with Little E. Not regret sad, but, the sad that makes you long. I miss her 12am belly kicks. 4am hiccups. I miss the little bum bulge that always stuck on on my right side.
At the same time though, when I find myself in that mood, I try and shake myself out of it. Here I have a wonderful, happy, and BEAUTIFUL five month old and I'm longing for yesterday. What I need to do is stop and enjoy now. "They're only little once." And jesus, is that ever true.
Today like the past week or so, Little E. has been rolling all over the floor. Particularly in one direction. Anywhere she can get by back-belly-back-belly. She is also a whole lot more vocal. She's working on something with her mouth (no, still no teeth) that I cannot quite figure out. But when she gets it perfect, dude, is it ever going to be impressive. I can just tell. She works so hard at it.
This evening was also Little E.'s first time in a stroller since she was two weeks old. It was too muggy to put her in her sling and I desperately wanted to get her out before her bath. I dressed her, put her hat and shoes on and decided we would give the stroller a go. Worse coming to worse, Guy could push the stroller back while I carried E.
But she was really good and seemed to enjoy it. Even though she was a little unsure. She was also the center of attention for all passerbys.
How could she not be though? She's so horribly cute!
It's almost sad ... looking back through my pictures of my pregnancy with Little E. Not regret sad, but, the sad that makes you long. I miss her 12am belly kicks. 4am hiccups. I miss the little bum bulge that always stuck on on my right side.
At the same time though, when I find myself in that mood, I try and shake myself out of it. Here I have a wonderful, happy, and BEAUTIFUL five month old and I'm longing for yesterday. What I need to do is stop and enjoy now. "They're only little once." And jesus, is that ever true.
Today like the past week or so, Little E. has been rolling all over the floor. Particularly in one direction. Anywhere she can get by back-belly-back-belly. She is also a whole lot more vocal. She's working on something with her mouth (no, still no teeth) that I cannot quite figure out. But when she gets it perfect, dude, is it ever going to be impressive. I can just tell. She works so hard at it.
This evening was also Little E.'s first time in a stroller since she was two weeks old. It was too muggy to put her in her sling and I desperately wanted to get her out before her bath. I dressed her, put her hat and shoes on and decided we would give the stroller a go. Worse coming to worse, Guy could push the stroller back while I carried E.
But she was really good and seemed to enjoy it. Even though she was a little unsure. She was also the center of attention for all passerbys.
How could she not be though? She's so horribly cute!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The great source of terror to infancy is solitude.
Little E. was such a wonderfully well behaved girl today, even though she was not feeling up to par, what with her new teeth thinking about coming in. Granted, they've been thinking about it since she was about two months old. It's damn well near time I say.
But yes, very well behaved. So happy and content. She was carried on my hip for an hour in her sling. Happy to be seeing all that she could see. Trying out her new sounds she's just learned, and using those new facial expressions too. Soon thereafter when I could see her scrub her face into my boob, I took her out of her sling for a quick giggle, and then replaced her in a cradle hold so that she might sleep. This is the only time that Little E. likes to be unable to see things, including me.
All she needs is my boob, movement from my walking and breathing, and the security of being close to mommy. My own mother tells me that I am spoiling my child. I think my own mother is full of baloney.
Little E. also this evening decided to try out her other new trick. Only, she modified it. Instead of rolling from back to front, she decided to give front to back a go. Settling on her back with a start, she took to quivering her bottom lip. Reassuring her, I placed her back in her starting position. Things were right as rain in the world of Little E. again.
But yes, very well behaved. So happy and content. She was carried on my hip for an hour in her sling. Happy to be seeing all that she could see. Trying out her new sounds she's just learned, and using those new facial expressions too. Soon thereafter when I could see her scrub her face into my boob, I took her out of her sling for a quick giggle, and then replaced her in a cradle hold so that she might sleep. This is the only time that Little E. likes to be unable to see things, including me.
All she needs is my boob, movement from my walking and breathing, and the security of being close to mommy. My own mother tells me that I am spoiling my child. I think my own mother is full of baloney.
Little E. also this evening decided to try out her other new trick. Only, she modified it. Instead of rolling from back to front, she decided to give front to back a go. Settling on her back with a start, she took to quivering her bottom lip. Reassuring her, I placed her back in her starting position. Things were right as rain in the world of Little E. again.
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