Friday, November 30, 2012

Amelia is 6 months. Already.

The other day I came across this picture. Those rolls. That smile. It literally took my breath away. IMG_1169

But to be clear, you pretty much thought that hat was the worst thing ever. IMG_1170
I, of course, think it's adorable and plan to use it for another upcoming baby girl (Ohhhh, Nadine!).

I find myself looking back, thinking, 'How could it be that you were once so small?'  And, yet, I wonder how it is possible that you are not still this small.  I mean, we just brought you home.  Yesterday, wasn't it?

6 (really, 6 and a half) months that went way, way too fast.

Oh my, how we have grown to love you.
Can it always be this sweet?  Please?


The sleep thing is coming around.  You've settled into two naps a day, and lately, only wake once at night.  Whether you go right back to sleep after a feeding is up in the air, but we're getting back on track.  In fact, you slept through the night twice this week and I, for one, couldn't have been happier.  I may be crazy, but several times this week, after taking you up to start sleepy-time rituals, you started crying.  I'm starting to wonder if you already realize that your room equals bedtime.

Things that make you happy: jumping(!), your brother, when people (even those you don't know) talk to you, seeing Daddy in the morning, eating, toys (you examine everything!), crinkle sounds, tummy bubbles, imitating us (fake coughing, crinkle nose sniffling - so adorable), bathtime.

It's still amazing to me how effortlessly you have blended into our family.  And your brother?  He's head over heels.  Seriously, he can not help but baby talk you all sweet-like, hug you, kiss you.  He has this little chant/dance he does to make you laugh, and when you reward him with one, his day is complete.
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Is it wrong that your pout face makes me smile this much (I'm smiling real big right now)?

We are elbow deep in solids.  Sometimes you like it, sometimes you don't.  Your interest definitely grows with each passing day.  In fact, when I put you in your high chair, you whine until I start feeding you.
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So you are like a real baby now.  You roll all over, you push up on all fours (like I said before, crawling will happen soon - I'm quite sure).  You sit like a pro (most of the time), though I kinda really miss this froggy pose.

Teeth.  Oh man.  You are not a fun teether.  So far you have two on the bottom with another two ready to pop out on top.  Even the doc commented on your swollen gums at your appointment the other day.  An amber necklace and some pain meds seem to help here and there.  Somehow you manage to keep a smile on your face.  People love to ask, "Is she always this happy?"  Yup.  Pretty much.

And look at you now.  16 pounds, 4 ounces of total cuteness.  All set to celebrate your very first Christmas.

We love you, sweet baby girl. Can't wait to see what the next 6 months have in store. Hopefully they'll go by a little slower, though.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Thanksgiving 2012

So, Thanksgiving... IMG_7817
We had a nice day.

 Will in 2009. Just a teeny tiny 2 month old. 11136_1281448363139_5914366_n

 Amelia in 2012. A not so teeny tiny 6 month old squeezed into the same outfit. IMG_7784

Poor thing.  That outfit looked like a short sleeves/shorts romper.  Don't worry, she didn't wear it for long.
Yeah, my mom and I were wearing the same sweater.  No, it wasn't planned.

Having some pre-dinner playtime.  He rides this thing like a pro now (minus the steroids).
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Feeling the sudden urge to play 'Birds' (Angry Birds, duh) at the park.
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All that playing worked up quite an appetite.  Turkey!!

So thankful...
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As is tradition, we immediately begin decking our halls the day after Thanksgiving.

Me thinks we will soon have a crawler.
Hoping (really hoping!) that she decides to wait until the tree is down.

"Hey, Will, come sit next to your sister for a picture!"  Or not.
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This is where she starts to tire of his incessant attention.

Love these two monkeys.
"Mommy, take a picture of just me!"


While browsing a gift shop in Disney, Will saw a Mickey Mouse train.  He asked if we could buy it and, while he accepted that we couldn't at the time with little argument, he has talked about it nonstop.  It is the only thing he said he was going to ask Santa for.  When he saw the $10 my grandmother sent for my birthday, he told me we should use it to buy a Mickey Mouse train.

When I saw a brand new Mickey Mouse train on ebay, I couldn't help but bid on it.  Until I won it.  And since I knew it would look perfect under the tree, Will got an early Christmas present.

He was pretty excited to get an early present from Santa.

Oh, was he excited!  He kind of drove Daddy a little crazy when he was setting it all up.

Amelia was unimpressed.

Mike doesn't think the train will be sticking around until Christmas.  But I sure hope it does.  How cute?!?

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Just thankful.

Following the initial let down of the return home from an amazing vacation, there's the inevitable settle... When coming home to what's familiar is comforting and returning to routine is somewhat of a relief.

We haven't left the house much and that's been OK with us. November2012023

On Sunday we celebrated my 31st birthday. While I've barely come to terms with turning 30, it came anyway. November2012025

Actually, if I'm being completely truthful, I find myself feeling immense gratitude this week, so I suppose it's only fitting that Thanksgiving is tomorrow.  At 31, I feel incredibly fortunate.  An amazing husband, two fabulous (and oh-so-cute) kids, home, health, happiness.  There is much to be grateful for.

Will spent the better part of this day feeling 'so grumpies,' but perked up a bit when it was time for birthday cake.  Ah, the life of a three year old.

Also feeling grateful for happy dinner times as of late.  Usually they're something we rush through on our way to baths and bedtime (OH, bedtime!), but this week...  Dare I say it?  They've actually been enjoyable.

Amelia has found her voice and loves to squeal and shriek.  In fact, all this excitement got us kicked out of the library.  I'm serious.  It went something like this, "Hi.  Yes, you're a happy girl, aren't you?  But, unfortunately there's no separation between the kids' and adults' sections, so if you can't get her to stop...."

Nothing but trouble.

Meanwhile, this guy--
"This my old I am!"  I love him.

The Will-isms continue to fly.  Today we had an in-depth conversation of his plans to poop on the ceiling fan.  Apparently he has it all mapped out.  He's going to get the ladder from the garage, put it on Mommy's bed, climb up to the fan, and poop on it.  When I asked him how he planned on carrying and lifting the heavy ladder all by himself, he assured me he's strong because he eats all his food.  Well then...

But my favorite of the day --
Me: So, Buddy, do you think we should have another baby?
Will: No. That's enough.

On that note, we are thankful for this gorgeous little creature who completes our family.  She is nothing but sweetness and joy.  We are smitten.  Will included, even if he hints at the contrary.

We are thankful for the first cozy fire of the season.
Don't worry, he's just itching.  OK.  I'm lying.

And, lastly, feeling grateful for moments like this...

Tomorrow we will celebrate Thanksgiving at my mom's (and, can I add how extremely thankful I am for not having to cook??). We will stuff ourselves full and get ready for the Patriots game.

 Oooooo, the Jets, I'm so scared. IMG_7543


Happy Turkey Day!