Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Emma Says
Emma: (while looking at the clock) What letter is it?
Me: 6:45
Emma: That's a lot of money, Momma.
Me: 6:45
Emma: That's a lot of money, Momma.
Emma Says
As we're driving home from the grocery store:
"People don't like you every day in those clothes."
I chuckle and activate Siri to ask her to make a note of what Emma's just said.
"People are stupid just like you are right now. Do you wanna tell Siri THAT, Momma?"
Yikes, threenager.
(Also, thanks Calliou for teaching my daughter the word stupid. Ugh.)
"People don't like you every day in those clothes."
I chuckle and activate Siri to ask her to make a note of what Emma's just said.
"People are stupid just like you are right now. Do you wanna tell Siri THAT, Momma?"
Yikes, threenager.
(Also, thanks Calliou for teaching my daughter the word stupid. Ugh.)
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Emma Says
Emma: I am the mommy and James is the daddy and you are the Emma.
Me: What's daddy?
Emma: Daddy is a peanut butter sausage hamburger.
Me: What's daddy?
Emma: Daddy is a peanut butter sausage hamburger.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
3 Months
James:
You are growing up so quickly. I swear, everything happens faster with the second baby. Maybe because I know that stages will end, unlike with Emma when it seemed that the way things were would be the way they were forever. I didn't know better.
I put you in a 9 month old sized onesie yesterday and it was a good fit. You were three months old a couple of days ago. I can't get over how big you are. You are tall and perfectly chubby. One of my favorite things right now is to lay in bed next to you look down to see your pudgy bare summer legs and sweet baby feet spread out on top of the blanket (always on top of, never under. You're like your sister in that way, kicking blankets off of you as soon as you've been able). I just think to myself how you're the best little ball of baby, soft and milky and irresistibly adorable.
You are happiest in the morning. You often wake up about half an hour before Emma and you and I make silly faces and giggle at each other. It is the best.
I recently discovered two great ways to make you laugh. One is to sit you up and tickle your back. I start at the bottom of your spine and work my fingers up and you arch your back and laugh uncontrollably. The other way is to hold you up in the air, airplane style. You love this. As soon as you're up, you break out in a big gummy grin and then the giggles start. You love this so much, in fact, that you cry when I put you back down. Maybe this love of flying means you'll be a pilot someday. Or an astronaut. Who knows.
You are growing up so quickly. I swear, everything happens faster with the second baby. Maybe because I know that stages will end, unlike with Emma when it seemed that the way things were would be the way they were forever. I didn't know better.
I put you in a 9 month old sized onesie yesterday and it was a good fit. You were three months old a couple of days ago. I can't get over how big you are. You are tall and perfectly chubby. One of my favorite things right now is to lay in bed next to you look down to see your pudgy bare summer legs and sweet baby feet spread out on top of the blanket (always on top of, never under. You're like your sister in that way, kicking blankets off of you as soon as you've been able). I just think to myself how you're the best little ball of baby, soft and milky and irresistibly adorable.
You are happiest in the morning. You often wake up about half an hour before Emma and you and I make silly faces and giggle at each other. It is the best.
I recently discovered two great ways to make you laugh. One is to sit you up and tickle your back. I start at the bottom of your spine and work my fingers up and you arch your back and laugh uncontrollably. The other way is to hold you up in the air, airplane style. You love this. As soon as you're up, you break out in a big gummy grin and then the giggles start. You love this so much, in fact, that you cry when I put you back down. Maybe this love of flying means you'll be a pilot someday. Or an astronaut. Who knows.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
First Laughter
James:
You laughed for the first time this weekend as we were moving into our new house. Janet was playing with you in your bouncy chair and you started chuckling. It was the cutest thing.
I got you to laugh again today by making funny raspberry sounds. Your laughter makes me so happy. I want to make you laugh all the time.
You laughed for the first time this weekend as we were moving into our new house. Janet was playing with you in your bouncy chair and you started chuckling. It was the cutest thing.
I got you to laugh again today by making funny raspberry sounds. Your laughter makes me so happy. I want to make you laugh all the time.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Emma Says... (vol. 14)
Sometimes Baby James likes boobies when he cries. You have boobies. And Daddy has nibbles, like me! And Charlee has cat nails!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Baby Boy Scent
James:
For quite a while, you smelled like cheese. I'm sorry, but you did. You've taken on a new smell now, though. I recognized it immediately but couldn't figure out what it was. I just knew it made me think of childhood. And then, with a deep inhalation, it was totally clear: you smell exactly like raisins. (And I really like it.)
For quite a while, you smelled like cheese. I'm sorry, but you did. You've taken on a new smell now, though. I recognized it immediately but couldn't figure out what it was. I just knew it made me think of childhood. And then, with a deep inhalation, it was totally clear: you smell exactly like raisins. (And I really like it.)
Emma Says... (vol. 13)
Emma: Do you have a pomatation for me?
Me: What? What's a pomatation?
Emma: It's when you bring me juice.
Me: What? What's a pomatation?
Emma: It's when you bring me juice.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Emma Says... (vol. 8)
A B C D E F G How I wonder what you are. Now I know my ABC's. Next time won't you sing with Emma?
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Nice People Procreate
Emma:
In the last couple of weeks, you've started asking, "but why?" all the time. Tonight, you asked why I had packed one of your Fancy Nancy books. Answer: Because we're moving. But it didn't end there and through a series of further "but why?" questions and "because" answers, we ended at me saying, "because nice people procreate." Which felt like a very funny thing to have arrived at and to be saying to a two-year-old.
In the last couple of weeks, you've started asking, "but why?" all the time. Tonight, you asked why I had packed one of your Fancy Nancy books. Answer: Because we're moving. But it didn't end there and through a series of further "but why?" questions and "because" answers, we ended at me saying, "because nice people procreate." Which felt like a very funny thing to have arrived at and to be saying to a two-year-old.
Happy Chicken Nugget!
Emma:
Each day when Daddy leaves for work, you want to close and lock the door after him. You always have silly parting words for him. Lately, it's been, "Happy Balentimes Day!" (Your way of saying "valentine's".) Today, you chimed, "Happy Chicken Nugget!"
Each day when Daddy leaves for work, you want to close and lock the door after him. You always have silly parting words for him. Lately, it's been, "Happy Balentimes Day!" (Your way of saying "valentine's".) Today, you chimed, "Happy Chicken Nugget!"
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Emma Says... (vol. 7)
(From December)
Emma: I have something in my eyeballs.
Me: Hmm. Is it hair?
Emma: No. It's the Lion King.
Emma: I have something in my eyeballs.
Me: Hmm. Is it hair?
Emma: No. It's the Lion King.
Emma Says... (vol. 5)
A few months ago, as we were waking up, Emma started examining Tony's bare chest.
Tony: Whatcha doin'?
Emma: Testin' your nibbles.
Tony: Whatcha doin'?
Emma: Testin' your nibbles.
An Odd Combination
Emma:
You have an obsession with books and TV Shows that involve babies, giants, thunder, people getting sick/hurt, and sleepovers.
You have an obsession with books and TV Shows that involve babies, giants, thunder, people getting sick/hurt, and sleepovers.
Emma Says... (vol. 2)
While Tony holds James and pretends to nibble on him, Emma says:
Don't eat him! He's the only baby and he's mine!
Don't eat him! He's the only baby and he's mine!
James: 2 months
James:
My favorite thing about you is how easily you smile. You are a happy baby and are made even happier when someone looks into your face and talks or sings to you.
You are huge. Almost fifteen pounds at two months old, and 24" tall. You seemed like a fragile newborn for maybe a month, and then suddenly you were this big, sturdy kid. You're like a six month old. Sometimes, between your size and the fact that you've been holding your head on your own basically since you were born, I forget how new you are. It may also be that you're my second baby, or even that you're a boy, but I feel less cautious with you-- much less nervous than I was with Emma.
And speaking of Emma, you two adore each other. You smile when you hear her voice. She nearly suffocates you with hugs and kisses. I know she's excited for you to grow and be able to play with her. Once, she tried to play hide and seek with you by putting a pillow on your face and I nearly had a heart attack, but I knew she didn't mean any harm.
You are a sweet boy. A mellow boy. You rarely cry. I adore your delicate eyelashes and pudgy baby hands and golden curls and dimpled chin and the warm spot on your neck where I nuzzle you. I know that by the time you're old enough to read this, you'll probably be grossed out by the idea of your mom nuzzling you and totally uninterested in how you acted as a baby. But I'm going to write about it anyway because here and now, it's my world and it's special to me.
My favorite thing about you is how easily you smile. You are a happy baby and are made even happier when someone looks into your face and talks or sings to you.
You are huge. Almost fifteen pounds at two months old, and 24" tall. You seemed like a fragile newborn for maybe a month, and then suddenly you were this big, sturdy kid. You're like a six month old. Sometimes, between your size and the fact that you've been holding your head on your own basically since you were born, I forget how new you are. It may also be that you're my second baby, or even that you're a boy, but I feel less cautious with you-- much less nervous than I was with Emma.
And speaking of Emma, you two adore each other. You smile when you hear her voice. She nearly suffocates you with hugs and kisses. I know she's excited for you to grow and be able to play with her. Once, she tried to play hide and seek with you by putting a pillow on your face and I nearly had a heart attack, but I knew she didn't mean any harm.
You are a sweet boy. A mellow boy. You rarely cry. I adore your delicate eyelashes and pudgy baby hands and golden curls and dimpled chin and the warm spot on your neck where I nuzzle you. I know that by the time you're old enough to read this, you'll probably be grossed out by the idea of your mom nuzzling you and totally uninterested in how you acted as a baby. But I'm going to write about it anyway because here and now, it's my world and it's special to me.
Friday, January 24, 2014
One Month Left
James:
It feels funny to call you James when we always refer to you as BabyJames, said quickly as if it was all one word. It has a southern-ness to it and a sweetness. I imagine we'll call you BabyJames for a long time and maybe Jamie sometimes, too.
Your due date is exactly a month away but I predict that we'll be seeing you sooner. I imagine you'll be just a tiny bit early like your sister was. Then again, if you come late, you could arrive on my birthday. All along, I have felt like it's been pretty cool to be pregnant with you through all the same seasons as my mom was pregnant with me (even though she was in California and I'm sure the seasons felt very different). Just to know that my mom and I were in the same stage of pregnancy over Thanksgiving and Christmas and that we may have felt the same mix of post-holiday January blues and baby-on-the-way excitement is a little bit magical, somehow.
You still wiggle and flex in my belly as if there was a ton of room for you to do so, but we ran out weeks ago, little one. So often, your feet glide across my belly and it's so clear that they are your feet. I don't remember seeing that with Emma. You seem ready to show off your parts. And even though I thought you'd have mellowed your movements a bit at this point, feeling your jabs and flips always reminds me that you're healthy and strong in there.
Keep growing, BabyJames.
It feels funny to call you James when we always refer to you as BabyJames, said quickly as if it was all one word. It has a southern-ness to it and a sweetness. I imagine we'll call you BabyJames for a long time and maybe Jamie sometimes, too.
Your due date is exactly a month away but I predict that we'll be seeing you sooner. I imagine you'll be just a tiny bit early like your sister was. Then again, if you come late, you could arrive on my birthday. All along, I have felt like it's been pretty cool to be pregnant with you through all the same seasons as my mom was pregnant with me (even though she was in California and I'm sure the seasons felt very different). Just to know that my mom and I were in the same stage of pregnancy over Thanksgiving and Christmas and that we may have felt the same mix of post-holiday January blues and baby-on-the-way excitement is a little bit magical, somehow.
You still wiggle and flex in my belly as if there was a ton of room for you to do so, but we ran out weeks ago, little one. So often, your feet glide across my belly and it's so clear that they are your feet. I don't remember seeing that with Emma. You seem ready to show off your parts. And even though I thought you'd have mellowed your movements a bit at this point, feeling your jabs and flips always reminds me that you're healthy and strong in there.
Keep growing, BabyJames.
Chicken Houses
Emma:
Before bed, you like to lay next to me and sing/recite every song and nursery rhyme that my tired mommy brain can come up with. You know the words to a surprising number of them and catch on quickly to the ones that are new by parroting the last words in each line.
Then you like to play with my hair. You ask for two pieces of mommy hair and then for a screwdriver (sometimes two) so I give you imaginary screwdrivers and you're very excited. Then you twist my hair in your little hands while informing me that you are making a chicken house or sometimes a duckie house and then you ask me to look at it, even though it's at the back of my head and there's no way for me to see. But I always tell you that you've made a beautiful chicken house and you are very pleased with yourself.
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