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.
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