Thursday, April 29, 2010
Bedtimes and Broomsticks
We have a beautiful routine going on right now. We have dinnertime, bath time, playtime, story time, and sleepy time. Here are a few of Maddy post bath time- prestorytime. :)
.........AIR!
Heat makes me angry. I'm not taking about a little irritated and sweaty...no I feel fire red anger when it is hot. I also get really sick and lethargic. Growing up and now living in New England has been vital to my survival, it is only hot for MAYBE 3 months so I have managed. Through my heat mania I have learned to live through the few months with window air conditioners, long car rides with the AC in your face, and cool showers. Last summer though we realized Maddy is a lot like her mama. Papa (Grampi) saw the reaction my sweet little girl has to heat and yesterday dropped off all the supplies for CENTRAL AIR! The minute I pulled into the driveway I smiled, looked back at Maddy and told her what all that silvery stuff was. There is a magical land in all that duct work, thanks Papa! :)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
This Age
I love this age. I love watching her play.
She shuts her bedroom door and will read stories for hours. The minute you try and open the door to check on her... just a little ... SLAM! I tell Ray that this is her quiet time.
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Besides a few ba-dees, dadas and mommas Madelyn is very quiet. When she wants something she has the most Innocent way of pointing and asking "was dat?" She pretends she has no idea what a french fry is, maybe I could just try dat? She will also put her hands under her armpits and wave them like a chicken- only if you hum the chicken dance song or sing the Rock-A-Bye your bear. Through these dances and moves I see who she will be. I see the young girl, tween, and adult she will -god willing- become. It honestly takes my breath away... being with her is what life is all about.
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Just for fun... A 'Not Me Monday" (Something MckMama created to allow us to let go of some "unsightly" moments without judgement.)
Here goes...
No, I was not loading the dishwasher and let Maddy remove dirty forks and spoons and let her put them in her mouth because that was the only thing that allowed me to finish the job. No! Not Me!
No, I did not pretend to not see my beautiful daughter remove all the furniture mover sticky thingies from my nightstand and then proceed to stick them all over her face. Because this did not, now make these unusable... I did not put them back in the drawer all stuck together for the next time Maddy wanted to play and Mommy needed to blow dry her hair. No! Not Me!
She shuts her bedroom door and will read stories for hours. The minute you try and open the door to check on her... just a little ... SLAM! I tell Ray that this is her quiet time.
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Besides a few ba-dees, dadas and mommas Madelyn is very quiet. When she wants something she has the most Innocent way of pointing and asking "was dat?" She pretends she has no idea what a french fry is, maybe I could just try dat? She will also put her hands under her armpits and wave them like a chicken- only if you hum the chicken dance song or sing the Rock-A-Bye your bear. Through these dances and moves I see who she will be. I see the young girl, tween, and adult she will -god willing- become. It honestly takes my breath away... being with her is what life is all about.
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Just for fun... A 'Not Me Monday" (Something MckMama created to allow us to let go of some "unsightly" moments without judgement.)
Here goes...
No, I was not loading the dishwasher and let Maddy remove dirty forks and spoons and let her put them in her mouth because that was the only thing that allowed me to finish the job. No! Not Me!
No, I did not pretend to not see my beautiful daughter remove all the furniture mover sticky thingies from my nightstand and then proceed to stick them all over her face. Because this did not, now make these unusable... I did not put them back in the drawer all stuck together for the next time Maddy wanted to play and Mommy needed to blow dry her hair. No! Not Me!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Ba-Dee!
Tales from the baby-hood.
Mommy: "Hello Maddy!"
Maddy: " Baaa-Deee!"
Mommy: "Ok, Ba-Dee Bok Choy!"
The conversation above happens many times a day- in the house, our car, the grocery store... Neither Ray or myself had any clue what she was saying. I would ask the sitter hoping maybe she would have some insight on this "Ba-Dee" character, but nothing. Nana Patty (who swears her and Maddy are similar beings and therefore can read each other thoughts) had no idea. I assumed that this was secret code and that I would never know. I was sure that there was something she was trying to say... but what the heck is badee?!
So when I went to pick Maddy up yesterday afternoon it was much to my surprise that the sitter had my answer. She had cracked the code! Maddy and Mary often look out the window and try to follow the birds. That afternoon Maddy was pointing out to the beautiful April sky and saying "Ba-Dee," which we now know is Maddy's way of calling the birdies.
Mommy: "Hello Maddy!"
Maddy: " Baaa-Deee!"
Mommy: "Ok, Ba-Dee Bok Choy!"
The conversation above happens many times a day- in the house, our car, the grocery store... Neither Ray or myself had any clue what she was saying. I would ask the sitter hoping maybe she would have some insight on this "Ba-Dee" character, but nothing. Nana Patty (who swears her and Maddy are similar beings and therefore can read each other thoughts) had no idea. I assumed that this was secret code and that I would never know. I was sure that there was something she was trying to say... but what the heck is badee?!
So when I went to pick Maddy up yesterday afternoon it was much to my surprise that the sitter had my answer. She had cracked the code! Maddy and Mary often look out the window and try to follow the birds. That afternoon Maddy was pointing out to the beautiful April sky and saying "Ba-Dee," which we now know is Maddy's way of calling the birdies.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Green Boogers
Maddy is sick. again. I tell myself that this is all the wonderful makings of building a strong immune system... she will be Immuno-Girl, fighter of infection. BUT, I still have a corner of myself that feels like if I were home, and she were allowed to be sanitized by her overprotective father -constantly- that these illnesses would not happen. If she were allowed to sleep in and soak up her mom's love all day, that I could somehow protect her from the... green boogers. Umph.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Rock-A-Bye Your Bear
Dear Sweet Madelyn,
I am so proud of you. My little girl has turned into a beautiful smart toddler. Watching you grow up has been an honor, I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky as to be chosen to witness the girl that is you.
You chase Sammy around the house and pet him, calling out "Deedee" -so lovingly.
Whenever you spy the refrigerator door open you run- I see your eyes spot the pickle jar- you hold it up asking with -only your eyes- for one slice, Mommy never has said no.
You skip to Daddy's clock radio and know immediately which button, turns on the tunes. You press the big circle with your tiny little hands and shake your bum to the rhythm of the 90's.
Your favorite words are Bah-Dee... mommy and daddy have no idea what that means. But we say it back with a simpatico in our voices.
Last night, and the night before... you slept in your crib for the whole night. I can not believe what an independent girl you are. There will be no counting of chickens, that is a lesson I will teach you, but I need you to know that I love you to the moon and back my dear child.
Ba-Dee Bak Choy.
Love,
Your Mom
I am so proud of you. My little girl has turned into a beautiful smart toddler. Watching you grow up has been an honor, I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky as to be chosen to witness the girl that is you.
You chase Sammy around the house and pet him, calling out "Deedee" -so lovingly.
Whenever you spy the refrigerator door open you run- I see your eyes spot the pickle jar- you hold it up asking with -only your eyes- for one slice, Mommy never has said no.
You skip to Daddy's clock radio and know immediately which button, turns on the tunes. You press the big circle with your tiny little hands and shake your bum to the rhythm of the 90's.
Your favorite words are Bah-Dee... mommy and daddy have no idea what that means. But we say it back with a simpatico in our voices.
Last night, and the night before... you slept in your crib for the whole night. I can not believe what an independent girl you are. There will be no counting of chickens, that is a lesson I will teach you, but I need you to know that I love you to the moon and back my dear child.
Ba-Dee Bak Choy.
Love,
Your Mom
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