Dear Isabella,
After finishing a few chips, you folded over the top of the bag and said, "Night, night, chips."
Night, night, Isabella.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Stressed Out!
Dear Isabella,
I'm sorry that I'm behind on updating. Actually, it' because of you that I'm behind. You are now officially a "handful." Really. A handful. You require an incredible amount of attention. A mere shopping trip that used to take 10 minutes can now take an hour. You have many rituals and are fascinated by everything, so life is now much more complicated.
A couple of things that have happened since I've last written:
You had your first pedicure. At first you weren't so sure, but soon you warmed to it and the forbidden Sprite that you were served. It's okay, they let Mommy have wine. Just yesterday you cried because your nails were chipped. I tried to calm you by telling you that I would touch it up. You exclaimed, "No! Lady do it." Apparently you now require the services of professionals, only.
We went to Nashville last weekend. You loved rolling your "case" through the lobby, riding the glass elevator, and swimming in the pool (but only with a dry suit).
You are obsessed with PBJs and will eat them all day long. This is wonderful when we are at home, but terrible when we are in a restaurant that doesn't offer PBJ.
You wear a "diamond crown" every day. Actually, it's a rhinestone headband, but you can't leave home without it. You also can't leave home in shorts, pants, or even a skirt. Only dresses will do. The fancier the better. Perhaps you've read too many princess books.
You love to sing and dance.
You are a delight. A lot of work, but a delight.
I'm sorry that I'm behind on updating. Actually, it' because of you that I'm behind. You are now officially a "handful." Really. A handful. You require an incredible amount of attention. A mere shopping trip that used to take 10 minutes can now take an hour. You have many rituals and are fascinated by everything, so life is now much more complicated.
A couple of things that have happened since I've last written:
You had your first pedicure. At first you weren't so sure, but soon you warmed to it and the forbidden Sprite that you were served. It's okay, they let Mommy have wine. Just yesterday you cried because your nails were chipped. I tried to calm you by telling you that I would touch it up. You exclaimed, "No! Lady do it." Apparently you now require the services of professionals, only.
We went to Nashville last weekend. You loved rolling your "case" through the lobby, riding the glass elevator, and swimming in the pool (but only with a dry suit).
You are obsessed with PBJs and will eat them all day long. This is wonderful when we are at home, but terrible when we are in a restaurant that doesn't offer PBJ.
You wear a "diamond crown" every day. Actually, it's a rhinestone headband, but you can't leave home without it. You also can't leave home in shorts, pants, or even a skirt. Only dresses will do. The fancier the better. Perhaps you've read too many princess books.
You love to sing and dance.
You are a delight. A lot of work, but a delight.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Pacy
Dear Isabella,
You gave up your pacy a long time ago, well, sort of. Up until a few weeks ago, you were still using it to fall asleep at night. A few sucks, and you would go right to sleep. Most of the time you would spit it out. Well, you forgot about it one night. One night turned into a few nights, and pretty soon, the habit was over. Well, last night you found a pacy. I nervously watched as you played with it. I silently cursed myself for leaving it in a drawer that you could open. After a few minutes, you decided to give it to one of your baby dolls. Crisis averted!! Yay, Isabella! Next milestone: diapers.
You gave up your pacy a long time ago, well, sort of. Up until a few weeks ago, you were still using it to fall asleep at night. A few sucks, and you would go right to sleep. Most of the time you would spit it out. Well, you forgot about it one night. One night turned into a few nights, and pretty soon, the habit was over. Well, last night you found a pacy. I nervously watched as you played with it. I silently cursed myself for leaving it in a drawer that you could open. After a few minutes, you decided to give it to one of your baby dolls. Crisis averted!! Yay, Isabella! Next milestone: diapers.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Crazy Week
Dear Isabella,
This week has been wild! First, you were sick on Monday, and we stayed home from school on Tuesday. Wednesday, there were terrible tornado and hail storms. Daddy worked until 3 in the morning, and you, Daisy, Angel, and I spent most of the night in the tiny powder room. Thursday, we decorated your bike for the Trike-A-Thon. By the way, you won an award for the best decorated bike. Friday, you participated in the Trike-A-Thon. You didn't really want to peddle. Instead, I pushed you around and around the parking lot. Saturday, Daddy and I volunteered at the school, and you went to camp at the Children's Museum. Saturday evening, you and I went to the prom. You loved dancing! Finally, Sunday, you and I went for a relaxing run in the jogging stroller, and you and Daddy went to a Butterfly Fund dinner where you got to see princesses. You loved it!!
This week has been wild! First, you were sick on Monday, and we stayed home from school on Tuesday. Wednesday, there were terrible tornado and hail storms. Daddy worked until 3 in the morning, and you, Daisy, Angel, and I spent most of the night in the tiny powder room. Thursday, we decorated your bike for the Trike-A-Thon. By the way, you won an award for the best decorated bike. Friday, you participated in the Trike-A-Thon. You didn't really want to peddle. Instead, I pushed you around and around the parking lot. Saturday, Daddy and I volunteered at the school, and you went to camp at the Children's Museum. Saturday evening, you and I went to the prom. You loved dancing! Finally, Sunday, you and I went for a relaxing run in the jogging stroller, and you and Daddy went to a Butterfly Fund dinner where you got to see princesses. You loved it!!
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