Monday, October 29, 2007
So the party-- unreal. As you can tell from the otherwise seemingly unrelated picture of Sophia as a fairy, it was a Halloween birthday party. I was excited to get to try out her costume. How cute is she? The part I wasn't so excited about, using the wig/wing combination I've used twice before, this time as a big, pregnant mama. It didn't go so well with my figure, I don't think I'd go for the banged bob if I gained 30 pounds for good... but it was my only last minute sort-of costume. The wig lasted about 4 minutes in the heat, and then I was just a pregnant chick with wings.
So here are some more pictures... (out of order and just to mention a few:) my brother Ian as Donald Duck (I didn't get one of you Tere!) with little Cannon post-skunk costume, the reason for the party, the cutest pair of bumble bee wings I've ever seen on an adorable little girl, Sophia, happy as can be while collecting candy from one of the FIVE piñatas per Papa's orders, Ross as... did you guess it? ... Clark Kent! My very own Superman, :) and of course, below, Sophia with Pocahontas and the sheik (sp?) , (or the terrorist when he had his dark glasses on outside)... also known as Nana and Papa, the people that made my weekend so carefree while they kept my little girl SO entertained. (Ignore the Sophia camera-scowl) She really does ADORE them, just refuses to do the "CHEESE" thing. Thank you Nana and Papa!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
So so scary. They're nowhere near us out here in the desert, but they've pretty much surrounded my parents and little brother and his family in Bonita and my brother and his family in Carlsbad. Everyone's fine, and today it seems the threats near them are decreasing a bit, but so scary nonetheless. Byron and Kim were on voluntary evacuation as of a couple of days ago but they didn't decide to leave, instead they took the kids to Disneyland for the day to get out of the smoke and have some fun. Sounds like a good idea to me.
Neighborhoods near my parent's house were evacuated, and my mom and Kirk were sure to pack their car with all the important stuff, but luckily were never forced to leave. They've both been home from work and my mom found out that her boss's house in Rancho Bernardo burned down. So sad. Where do you even start after something like that?! Today things seem to be looking a lot better in the Southbay, I think the winds took the Harris fire in a different direction-- away from Bonita where my folks are. Sigh.
It's just so weird how one city can be going to work and school and carrying on like normal, while just miles away people are watching their homes burn to the ground. So so sad. Guess I just needed to post something about it. I sure hope everyone (and your families) are ok.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Here's Sophia enjoying the huge blow-up slide. The second picture is when we let her go up by herself... it was too cute watching the kids pile up behind her as she held up the line with her 2-year-old pace.
And just some more...
Friday, October 19, 2007
Here she is in the baby's new bumpo (a gift from my sprinkle). Apparently it's a hot item-- I just hope Sophia lets the little one use it- she loves to squeeze her little bum and thighs into it-- I'm a little worried one day we won't be able to get them out.
The video is of her opening her gift from the shower (that's how thoughtful people are with your second baby- not wanting the first to feel left out.) She's just started saying "I no know" (I don't know) which I love, so I giggle when she says it in the video. (Sorry, you'll have to hit 'pause' twice on my music playlist, then 'play' twice below.)
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Thank you, everyone for coming... and Lizzie-- what would I do without you? Really.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Current Favorite Foods: Grilled cheese with aged white sharp cheddar (she's got good tastes), still loves straw/blue/black/ras- berries, grapes, bananas, peaches, apples, and pretty much any fruit. Yogurt, smoothies, cereal, eggs, toast, tuna (with a fork but not on sandwich), cottage cheese (plain but not mixed with yogurt or fruit like her mom likes- I know weird), frozen peas (still frozen), avocado, spinach ravioli (one of our new ways to feel like she's at least getting some dark greens-- don't really think peas and avocado work in that category), pancakes and waffles (I've always done homemade, but recently used TJ's multigrain pancake mix and it was a hit, and much easier... and probably a bit healthier, having just said "healthier" what better to follow with than), chicken nuggets, TJ's peanut butter crackers (she eats them like Oreos, licking out all the peanut butter first), cliff bars, and those sesame/honey almonds from TJ's (thanks Sarah for getting me hooked in DC.) As you can tell from any pictures... she's still a good eater. "Good" in the sense that she's well fed, but "good" being a little debatable as she's not my little broccoli, raw cucumber and pepper eater like she used to be... veggies are rough- but she's definitely keeping herself "healthy." :) She loves her "bimins" (vitamins), so I've relinquished some control and just wait for the day that she'll eat the salad/broccoli, tomatoes, carrots etc... off her plate once again....
Loves: Running, climbing, jumping, balancing (in rolling shopping carts and rolling toys and other dangerous moving objects), singing, pretending, dancing (I have to be prepared if I go to turn the music on, she WILL grab my hands and yell "deedada!" (dance) and make me dance in circles 'till I'm nauseous), giving kisses, doing somersaults with daddy, jumping on the bed, Miss Spider Patch, drawing (with pen), going to the gym child care, cleaning tables with baby wipes, playing patty cake while sitting on the potty, DADDY (she never looks so excited as when he comes home, runs to him literally with wide open arms)... and lots lots more. She's a lover.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
On our date, (last time, btw I wear non-maternity jeans with the rubber band around the button- I was so uncomfortable the whole time as my belly/gravity forced them down all night), the nice overweight guy at American Pie (the new Pizza Pipeline) and the girl at the drive thru for The Malt Shoppe ( I told you, hot date) who "drinks a root beer shake every night with her boyfriend" asked Ross with a little too much enthusiasm... "Is this your car?"... I think they were both flirting with him. My huge belly and undersized jeans must have made me incredibly un-intimidating.
Could Sophia be any more in love with her Grandpa? No. She really is a man's girl. She loves to cuddle with her grandpa and always runs to her uncle Zach... until she sees her dad elsewhere and realizes that's not him. :)
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
And then we went to Utah last week. She had climbed out of her playpen before, but always with furniture near-by to assist. This time it was graceful and assist-less. So she skipped two days of naps in Utah due to constant wandering, which doesn't sound like a big deal- but made me realize I quite possible AM crazy, and a schedule Nazi, and just about lost my mind when I lost that control. Pretty sure Ross was frightened to be married to me, non-sleeping toddler mixed with pregnancy hormones and all. The worst of it was the night before our early return flight home. She decided to hop out at 2:30 in the morning and play- with us- while we tried to sleep. So for 2 and a half hours she bounced around the bed poking us, playing the drums on Ross's chest, sitting on my throat, draping her body across my face such that I couldn't breath and trying to escape the room because she was "hundadee" (hungry). It was the most helpless feeling, what could we do? There was no where to contain her, except for the room we were in. Unless we wanted to lock her in the bathroom or something--- but then where would I go for all the 15 minute increments remaining in the night? And that seemed cruel.
So after sleeping from 5-6, we woke up and headed to the airport exhausted-- all three of us, arrived home in time for the second session of conference on Sunday to a house with a heaven-sent crib. I crossed my fingers that she hadn't developed the confidence to climb out of that too. Imagine our happiness when she went down like usual for a nap, slept for four hours, called sweetly for us to come get her, and went to bed just as happily two hours after that.
But then imagine my depression when she came strolling in to our bedroom at 6 am the next morning.
No. I say to myself in utter sadness. She can climb out. It's official. I'm pretty sure this is when you're not supposed to fight the big-girl bed transition anymore and just deal with the fact that some things might change. I used to think I was good at change. Hmm. So the nap yesterday? Another failure. And it's a very good thing that nobody but strangers at Target came into contact with me. I was not a happy camper. Especially when Target didn't have the childproof door-knob covers I needed, "go ahead and check online" Sylvia says. Do I look like a woman with a week's worth of patience for shipping?
So when I got home I had the brilliant idea of switching door knobs between the master and Sophia's room to get a lock on the outside of her door. It worked! With only one minor incident. I may have locked myself in my room with no phone with the door knobs fallen out of place for about 15 minutes crying in frustration and guilt while Sophia cried on the other side-- I really thought I was going to have to run out to a neighbor's through the back door and call Ross to come home while staring at Sophia through a window or something. Luckily I had Ross's tool box and finally got it open. Sigh. And I think my story's almost over. Rebecca, just never direct Levi my way. (He hates longs posts.)
So bed-time was fine... that is after I put her in her crib. The big-girl bed was the first attempt and upon finding the locked door, she went crazy. She screamed for about 25 minutes with one intervention, and then I put her in her crib and she went to sleep, only to try the lock this morning at 6. A bit calmer after a good night's sleep, the whining was softer and sporadic... but mixed with her new cough, we only had the heart for about 12 minutes before we brought her in our bed to watch that Spanish show on PBS. (The English PBS kid’s shows don't start 'till 6:30. That's how I know 6 am is *universally just too early. *Well I guess more like nationally.... Culturally? Whatever. It's too early in our house.)
This is one of those posts where I feel the need to remind, this is also my journal-- and I know all these details must bore some to death, or at least to avoidance. But they've consumed my thoughts and I can't seem to write anything down without writing them. I guess it's no secret that my life right now is not much more than the sum of pregnancy and toddler joys and challenges. Good things that's more than enough.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
If you haven't read Eclipse and you might-- you may want to skip the remainder of the post--