We always warn the dolls not to go out on their own after dark, it's too risky. Don't want to fall prey to "The Pack"...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
My new frilly dress!
Alas! My complaining has gained me freedom!
I have had enough and exclaim my dismay! I shout to the heavens that poofy dresses are stupid and that they get stuck in doors, yet all my mom hears is "da-da-da-da-ma-na-na-ma". I simply will not concede defeat.
Here I am in the dress; she has won...for now. I am so ashamed and humiliated that I seek out my pacifier to provide comfort.
As mommy shows me my new dress I cannot mask my mild irritation. I simply cannot believe that she thinks I would want to wear something so girly...Sunday, February 17, 2008
Normal is boring....
When daddy and I got home today mommy was decked out in 80's hair and make up which I understand is a relatively normal thing for a mom to do right? I feel pretty good about the fact that when my parents get bored they turn weird. The other day my left over noodles became a game of "who-can-hit-the-other-person-hard-enough-from-across-the-room-with-a-noodle-to-make-it-stick-on-the-other-person's-body" which evolved into a game of "who-can-throw-a-noodle-hard-enough-at-the-wall-and-other-household-things-to-make-it-stick".
This was a relief for me because it was a bit more civilized than their usual baby powder fights. You haven't lived until you have to watch your parents wipe baby powder off the floors, cupboards and the pictures hanging on the walls. I mean, it's totally normal for parents to get bored and act like children and do things like this isn't it?!?! The odds are pretty good that I'm going to have embarrassing parents...
My parents always seem to keep me laughing...perhaps because, from what they say, my laughter is the best sound on the earth.Making Valentines Day Cookies For The Family
Frosting kisses!
Sprinkles make everything so pretty!
Here we are clowning around again... :)
My first taste of refined sugar. Mommy wasn't happy about it since she likes me to eat organic natural foods. I ate a little but wasn't really all that into it.
What a mess I am!
I added my finger prints to most of the cookies.
Why use the patterns when I can use my hands?
Can I put the sprinkles on?
I used tools to create masterful works of art out of each cookie!
Cookie by cookie..I took my time to make sure each Valentines cookie was made with love!Friday, February 8, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
My Precious Allura...Feb. 3rd, 2008
I can predict with 100% certainty that I will never be ready to share you with the world. You are just too precious; too special…I feel this lioness need to protect you by keeping you tucked safely into my arms.
I can also predict that as you grow and seek independence I will have to learn to adjust, I will simply have no choice in the matter. There will be no convincing you otherwise, and to try would be foolish because it would stop you from going out and doing such good in the world.
Just recently I bought you a walker, and the first time I put you into it, you seemed to have no interest. You just couldn’t quite figure out how to ‘go’ and I felt this sense of relief that maybe you would stay. The second time however, you adapted. After a confused first attempt I think you sensed the great power you could have if you could only just move….so you figured out a way to do it. By all accounts it was not the most graceful ballet, but you learned how to move both feet in concert with each other to maneuver yourself forward, just like a bunny that hops….two feet at a time to force yourself forward in this world.
But my dear, that just wasn’t quite good enough because you wanted to run as soon as you could walk. By the third time I put you in it, suddenly and without warning you were able to coordinate both feet independently of each other to take steps…tiny little cautionary steps forward….until you realized what you were doing and then within moments you were practically chasing the dogs down.
How exciting! My precious LuLu is able to follow me around from room to room like a shadow. Even with her new freedom, surely she is not ready to be independent, surely she will want to be where I am but with a sense of pride from getting there on her own…except that didn’t happen.
My excitement was brief because I soon realized that this new movement allows you not only the freedom to go wherever in the room you choose, following me around, but it also allows you the freedom to not follow me.
Now when I put you in the walker, rather than seeking me out in the kitchen, trying to stay under foot and curiously engaging in whatever I am doing…you instead choose to go your own way. It doesn’t bother you to be in a different room from me, you barely notice while you follow the cat around with that silly grin on your face.
Admittedly, I am not ready to have such a spit fire child moving in such a forthright manner through the world. You are barely 8 months old and already you seek your own adventures. I do sort of miss that clingy baby that needs me, and yet I am filled with such hope that all of this is meant to prepare me as a mother for what is to come. I am so thrilled with the possibility that you will be a child-a woman, that raises her voice when she feels strongly about something, without a shy or timid bone in her body. While I am sure there will be bumps in the road as you grow, just know that I would never ask for, or expect anything different.
As you forge your own path in your walker I feel so good about the fact that you will blaze a trail of you own as an adult and as you set the world afire, please always be confident in the fact, that even though I would rather keep you in some little bubble where I could protect you always, that I am so proud of the force that I know you are sure to be. You were never meant to follow me around like a puppy the way other kids might follow their mothers. You were meant to show the world what true strength is, and though I am shocked at how young you seem to have figured that out, I am thankful that you are here to show me. Just remember always, that no matter how strong you are and how many challenges you may need to overcome in your life…that it is always okay to go home to be safe in mommy’s arms when you need to. I will always be here to comfort you when you need me.
I can also predict that as you grow and seek independence I will have to learn to adjust, I will simply have no choice in the matter. There will be no convincing you otherwise, and to try would be foolish because it would stop you from going out and doing such good in the world.
Just recently I bought you a walker, and the first time I put you into it, you seemed to have no interest. You just couldn’t quite figure out how to ‘go’ and I felt this sense of relief that maybe you would stay. The second time however, you adapted. After a confused first attempt I think you sensed the great power you could have if you could only just move….so you figured out a way to do it. By all accounts it was not the most graceful ballet, but you learned how to move both feet in concert with each other to maneuver yourself forward, just like a bunny that hops….two feet at a time to force yourself forward in this world.
But my dear, that just wasn’t quite good enough because you wanted to run as soon as you could walk. By the third time I put you in it, suddenly and without warning you were able to coordinate both feet independently of each other to take steps…tiny little cautionary steps forward….until you realized what you were doing and then within moments you were practically chasing the dogs down.
How exciting! My precious LuLu is able to follow me around from room to room like a shadow. Even with her new freedom, surely she is not ready to be independent, surely she will want to be where I am but with a sense of pride from getting there on her own…except that didn’t happen.
My excitement was brief because I soon realized that this new movement allows you not only the freedom to go wherever in the room you choose, following me around, but it also allows you the freedom to not follow me.
Now when I put you in the walker, rather than seeking me out in the kitchen, trying to stay under foot and curiously engaging in whatever I am doing…you instead choose to go your own way. It doesn’t bother you to be in a different room from me, you barely notice while you follow the cat around with that silly grin on your face.
Admittedly, I am not ready to have such a spit fire child moving in such a forthright manner through the world. You are barely 8 months old and already you seek your own adventures. I do sort of miss that clingy baby that needs me, and yet I am filled with such hope that all of this is meant to prepare me as a mother for what is to come. I am so thrilled with the possibility that you will be a child-a woman, that raises her voice when she feels strongly about something, without a shy or timid bone in her body. While I am sure there will be bumps in the road as you grow, just know that I would never ask for, or expect anything different.
As you forge your own path in your walker I feel so good about the fact that you will blaze a trail of you own as an adult and as you set the world afire, please always be confident in the fact, that even though I would rather keep you in some little bubble where I could protect you always, that I am so proud of the force that I know you are sure to be. You were never meant to follow me around like a puppy the way other kids might follow their mothers. You were meant to show the world what true strength is, and though I am shocked at how young you seem to have figured that out, I am thankful that you are here to show me. Just remember always, that no matter how strong you are and how many challenges you may need to overcome in your life…that it is always okay to go home to be safe in mommy’s arms when you need to. I will always be here to comfort you when you need me.
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