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Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Force to be Reckoned with

This girl is a force to be reckoned with. She is always on the move, exploring, experimenting, getting into trouble, learning. She knows what she wants and she doesn't let you tell her otherwise. I hope with all my heart that this self-assurance, determination, and curiosity never leave her. 

This is a series of photos I took where you just push the button and it snaps photo after photo. So, this is what it's like to be in her presence in oh... about a minute. And it's like this all day. One emotion after the next.








Whew! It's enough to wear a poor mama out :)

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The End of February...

...finds me trying to recover from two weeks of being sick. I've had it with being sick. I think I had the flu last week, which has since turned into a sinus infection. I just want to go a day without a headache.

I was so fed up, I braved the Dr.'s office this afternoon with both kids in tow. Belalu caused quite the sensation, as she is more and more apt to do when we go places. She was wearing red cowboy boots, which always elicit comments, and people really seem genuinely amazed by her dark hair and eyes in this nordic/germanic region of the country, but I'd be kidding myself if I didn't admit that of course her size was also a big part of her allure. There were several older people standing around as we checked in, and they made quite a fuss over her, so then the women behind the counter had to peer over and look at her, too. One older woman actually said, "Why are you so small?" Someone else said "Oh, she's just a little peanut!" but mostly, they were commenting on her boots or just saying how cute she was. To all comments, I just smiled. I guess because it's still pretty new for me, I feel the need to document these incidents here. And they don't bother me, yet, though as it becomes more common, my reaction may change. I know they don't mean any harm in it, and I still contend that her charm is much more than just her size. I didn't feel the need to provide an explanation.

After that we went to a community drop-in play group for the first time, and I knew several people there and they knew about her condition, but hadn't seen her in a long while. In those cases, people still say "look how big she's getting!" or "wow, she's walking!", but I think it's just what we're conditioned to say when we haven't seen a kid in a while. I don't find it uncomfortable however, probably because I sense the intention is good, and I know it's more about acknowledging the fact that she's older, even if older tends to be associated with bigger at this stage.



Monday, February 18, 2013

The Toys

Recently I felt a bit overwhelmed by all our stuff. I have mentioned how I'm working on systematically eliminating/ organizing things, but I was really intimidated by the toy situation. I don't think we have a ridiculous amount of toys or anything, but I just wasn't sure how to organize them.


A few weekends back I just had enough and one evening told E we were going to organize his toys. He got really, really, excited, which I took to mean he did not understand what that meant, but he got into it. Until things started re-appearing that he hadn't seen in a while, because they had been buried in the toy basket for a couple of months. Then he just played with his toys while I finished up. The next morning, when Belalu woke up, it was like she had a whole new set of toys- things she couldn't have played with or wouldn't have been interested in a few months ago.


I ended up grouping things together in baskets, so all the animals are together, all the cars, all the puzzles, all the dress-up clothes are in the big basket. It makes it easy for them to help put stuff away and they have been playing so much together now.


I put away all the "baby" stuff, too, because suddenly, there are no babies in our house. As of today, we have a 1.5 year old toddler. How did that happen?

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Playing in the Snow

Honestly, I'm not a weather person; I don't like extreme heat or cold. However, I believe that it's important for my kids to be comfortable and familiar with nature, so I try to get them outside every day I can. This has been really hard for me to motivate myself to do in the cold of winter, but with lots snow just waiting for us to play in, I've had to bundle us all up and get us out there. Belalu is still not quite sure she likes this cold, white stuff, but I'll bet next year will be a different story.



Saturday, February 9, 2013

This Face

On the 18th she'll be a year and a half old.

Half her life ago she was diagnosed with hypo.

Lately she's into everything she shouldn't be, so she's working on running away from mama. (Current favorite: stuffing her mouth with dog food- how can you even do that more than once?!?!)

Her vocab is expanding daily right now. She's saying yes and no, dog, up, down, door, hot, that, mine- I think it's about a word a day.

She's finally showing an interest in books. She'll grab one, (she loves this one right now)
back her behind up into my lap, plop down and present it to me with a clear "book!"

She hugs and kisses her "babies" and has conversations with her brother that only he can understand.

Generally, she's only waking up once a night now. I'd like it to be less, but since she goes down for 13 hours, a feeding in the middle seems reasonable.

She recently outgrew most of her 6 month clothes. She wears between 12-24 months, depending. It's becoming more and more obvious that she is smaller than her peers, but few people say anything to me directly about it.

She has not wanted me out of her sight. It can be frustrating, but it's also nice because she has rarely slowed down enough for snuggles, and I can at least sneak in a few kisses before the complaints get too loud.

She loves watching herself in the mirror- she'll strut around in front of it. I don't blame her- I can't get enough of her either.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Pantry Re-Visted

Every few days Miss Belalu decides she is not pleased with my pantry arrangement and steps in to help.


Score 1 for Miss B; 0 for the pantry