Thursday, December 6, 2012
Hi!
I was trying to do some shopping this week and I was very distracted by this adorable baby in the stroller....
Pretty girl hair!
Amelia has been very patient with me lately and let me try some new things with her hair. This is one of my favorites because it keeps the hair out of her face and makes it easier to comb through at bedtime! Bonus: it is adorable!
Dear Santa....
I know what I want for Christmas!
Gemma has been working so hard at scooting around and getting herself moving. Over thanksgiving, my brother in law had his iPad open on the floor. I have never seen my child move so fast! She made a beeline straight for the iPad. So cute... And a little taste of what is to come at our house very soon!
Once she reached the iPad, she was so delighted with herself. She giggled and then immediately gave it a taste test by licking the screen. Once she had that out of the way, she was very entertained by the lights and how every time she hit it with her hand, she color and lighting would change. Mostly because she was deleting emails ....
Gemma has been working so hard at scooting around and getting herself moving. Over thanksgiving, my brother in law had his iPad open on the floor. I have never seen my child move so fast! She made a beeline straight for the iPad. So cute... And a little taste of what is to come at our house very soon!
Once she reached the iPad, she was so delighted with herself. She giggled and then immediately gave it a taste test by licking the screen. Once she had that out of the way, she was very entertained by the lights and how every time she hit it with her hand, she color and lighting would change. Mostly because she was deleting emails ....
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
It's hard
....to be in the holiday spirit when it is 75 degrees out and everyone is wearing shorts.
So, I did the only possible thing: I put on my running shoes, went for a long run, did some Christmas work and then had some grilled chicken for dinner. With quinoa. Yum.
*not all that exciting, but I'm back at it once a week running. I enjoy it SO much. Hopefully by taking it slow this time I won't have the heel problems that sidelined me for so long a few years ago! I can hope!
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So, I did the only possible thing: I put on my running shoes, went for a long run, did some Christmas work and then had some grilled chicken for dinner. With quinoa. Yum.
*not all that exciting, but I'm back at it once a week running. I enjoy it SO much. Hopefully by taking it slow this time I won't have the heel problems that sidelined me for so long a few years ago! I can hope!
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Amelia
Oh Amelia. Amelia has been a lot challenging lately. I overheard someone else calling their 3 year old a threenager. It fits. Anyhow, who she is not literally driving me crazy and pushing all my buttons at one time, she is a hoot. Four examples:
1. As she surveys my outfit selections for the day, "mom, when will I be old enough to pick out my own clothes?"
"I'd say 5 or 6 years old, why?"
(Heavy sigh)
"Just wondering."
2. On the scale in my bathroom while I'm (trying) dressing for work.
"Mom! I'm 34.5 pounders! I pounded it right here on the scale. How many pounders are you? Come here and we'll find out if you pound it like me!"
3. On discussing her ballet class:
"When I go to ballet class, I am called a ballet-er."
"No, sweetie. I think it is called a ballerina."
(Eye roll from the threenager)
"No Mom. In my ballet class, it is called a ballet-er."
4. On being scared:
When you opened my door, you freaked me. Don't do that mom!"
"Okay love, did that freak you out?"
(Sigh+eye roll= 13 is going to be a hard year with this girl).
"No mom. It didn't freak me out. It just freaked me."
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1. As she surveys my outfit selections for the day, "mom, when will I be old enough to pick out my own clothes?"
"I'd say 5 or 6 years old, why?"
(Heavy sigh)
"Just wondering."
2. On the scale in my bathroom while I'm (trying) dressing for work.
"Mom! I'm 34.5 pounders! I pounded it right here on the scale. How many pounders are you? Come here and we'll find out if you pound it like me!"
3. On discussing her ballet class:
"When I go to ballet class, I am called a ballet-er."
"No, sweetie. I think it is called a ballerina."
(Eye roll from the threenager)
"No Mom. In my ballet class, it is called a ballet-er."
4. On being scared:
When you opened my door, you freaked me. Don't do that mom!"
"Okay love, did that freak you out?"
(Sigh+eye roll= 13 is going to be a hard year with this girl).
"No mom. It didn't freak me out. It just freaked me."
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Friday, November 23, 2012
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