Friday, December 22, 2006

24 months

Dear Maddie,
Two. TWO YEARS! You've been in our lives for two entire years and it feels like I blinked and it whooshed by. We often stare at you and just watch. We wonder how you became the person you are, who you will become in the future, how you look nothing like us (or me), how you became so darn smart, how you went from 7 lbs/4 oz bundle of joy to a 24 pound sack of joy.

I remember being up late at night nursing you when you were just a few weeks old wondering if I was the only person on the plant who wasn't sleeping and why I couldn't form a complete sentence anymore. I wondered when I would feel like a person again not really able to comprehend (at the time) that your coming into my life really made me a person with a mission and made us a family.

You've become quite the nurturer these days and often ask, "You okay, mommy?" just to check in with me. It's a question I often ask you too. When we spend our one-on-one time together after school sitting on the couch watching Sesame Street with you cuddled into the nook of my arm eating your snack, you look at me and sweetly offer some of you food to me, "Want some, mama?" and then you try to stuff the snack into my mouth. When I take a corner too fast in the car or go over some bumps, you cautiously warn, "Whoa, Mama! Slow down, slow down!"

I'm thankful that you will have this blog as a record of our family of your early years, and I hope that you see this as your "baby" book because, well, it kinda is. I've kept monthly letters with pictures since August 2005 and wrote the story of your birth on your first birthday. I'm also going to do the same for your little sister too.

You've learned so much over the past two years, and we think you're pretty darn smart for your age. You continue to speak in full sentences, conjugate verbs correctly, and almost have the proper use of pronouns nailed down. Every phrase and word your dad and I say is repeated verbatim, including things you should NOT say. You've adopted many of my mannerisms and mimic my tone of voice, facial expressions and hand gestures. You're like a "mini-me" but without the brown hair and eyes. I think you're about to enter your "Daddy Stage" because you've been so focused on me for the last two years, we think it's about time you whine and cry for your dad too. Plus, your sister will be here in another 6 weeks, and well, we're hoping you are going to be okay with that.

You go pee pee on the potty at least once per day, and even pooped once (albeit on accident--you were trying to pee). We're not pushing the potty training thing because we know you will master it once you're ready.

You're third year of life is bound to be lots of fun, full of changes, growth and development. You will likely not remember your first two years when it was just the three of us, but I hope my stories about you here on this blog will be just another way we can show you how much you're loved and cherished every single day.

Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.

How much?




Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Christmas pageant and pee pee

A few weeks ago, I discussed here about the odd decision for Maddie's teachers to ask 13 two year olds to stand on a stage and sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" to a room PACKED full of parents. I think there were at least 150-200 kids, parents, grandparents in the audience all pointing cameras and video recorders at the kids.

Thank goodness that Madison's class was the first up at the Christmas show because I don't think she would have been able to stay awake if she was required to wait. She was so confused as to why she was going BACK to school at night, and cried when we dropped her off in the classroom with her teachers so we could take our seats. The show started at 7:00 (read: bedtime), and Maddie's class marched into the room, climbed up the steps, looked around at all the people, either began to scream and cry, or sat down in their chairs.

(Pay no attention to the giant belly in the corner of this photo):

Maddie scanned the crowd to try to find us. Zak was hiding behind the camera and I was crouched down behind someone's grandmother. We figured that if she saw us, she would cry, but if she didn't she would sing, or at least sit there though the song.

Here is the video for your enjoyment. Make sure you have the volume turned on so you can here the song, the teachers singing, and the screaming little girl.

After we got home, Maddie insisted that she needed to go to the "potty train" before she went to bed. I reluctantly agreed, assuming this was a stall tactic for staying up later. I sat her on the toilet, expecting the norm, nothing. While she was sitting, I peed, rearranged the cabinets, and much to my amazement, I heard the magical sound of toddler pee in the a plastic potty for the very first time. (Her teachers say she's gone on the toilet at school before, but never for us at home). I almost passed out from shock. I just gasped (trying not to scare her into stopping) and stared until she was done. Then, I ran around like a monkey in celebration with Zak that our baby won't be in diapers on her way to College.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Maddie's 2nd B-Day party

Maddie turned two (ohmigod, she's TWO!) yesterday and we had her party at Chuck E. Cheese. We invited ZERO other children, which is a decision that I'm really happy with. If there were little kids who were family or close friends who had little ones, I would have invited them, but not just her school friends. She's still way to into herself and just wanted to play with the other party attendees (my dad and Susan, Zak's mom and Uncle Marcus, and of course, Zak and I).

We got there at 11:00 and rode the rides and played the games. Maddie enjoyed her entourage that went with her everywhere. Zak and Uncle Marcus had the most fun playing video racing games together.

We at pizza, participated the Chuck E. Cheese birthday show, and played some more. (I switched to YouTube!! Let me know if you have trouble with the videos.)

We all left and came back to the house to open presents, sing Happy Birthday, and eat cake.

As a side note: I made the cake with Susan the night before, and was made fun of endlessly by my dad and husband for her 1st year birthday cake (which was lopsided, but very good). I love the fact that I make her b-day cakes. I am a great baker, but a not so great decorator, and Maddie should know that her Mama baked and decorated her b-day cakes with much love.

Maddie ate her cake with far less mess than she did last year, and actively participated in the opening of her presents (good practice for Christmas). She reluctantly agreed to her nap (two hours late), and woke up ready to play with her presents. As soon as she woke up from her nap she immediately said, "Is Uncle Marcus still here?"

He is the king of her universe, next to Zak of course. Then she recounted her birthday morning and told us all about how she sung and danced with Chuck E., how she is two, how she ate cake, and told me all about her presents. Throughout the entire day she spontaneously throw her hands up in the air and say, "It's my birthday, and I'm TWO! Yea!!!" She would also sing "Happy Birthday" to herself with her toy microphone.

Here's to hoping that TWO isn't so terrible.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

A big week

This was a big week! Maddie:
1. Went pee pee on the "potty train" for the first time (that I saw). Not drops....a serious pee.
2. Participated in her first Christmas pageant. Notice I didn't say that she sang at the pageant.
3. Turned TWO today and we celebrated at Chuck E. Cheese.
4. Ran into Santa while she was at the park, and didn't want anything to do with him.

I have videos of #2 and #3 (aren't you glad there aren't any videos of #1?). I created a site on that I am attempting to figure out how to use instead of the PutFile account that is linked on the right. I haven't been able to post videos there for a long time (it takes forever).

I also have the long stories to all four and pictures that I will share, plus her birthday letter which I've been working on for a while. So, this post is basically for those of you who know it's her birthday and are checking for the details. I'm letting you know that I'm working on it.

Check back in a day or two. I'm tired and pregnant! Jeeze!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

A party with too many handshakes

Zak and I went to his "work" Christmas party on Saturday night. Translation: I will know no one, and it will not really be that much fun.

To add to the not much fun part, I can't drink alcohol nor were there many places to sit. I was busy meeting new people that I will never see again, shaking hands with complete strangers, and saying, "I'm 32 weeks, and it's a girl" one bizillon times. The GREAT part of the party was the food, of course, and, more good food. Oh yeah, I did get to get dressed up and go out with my husband for the night too. Thanks to Grandma who came to babysit for us! Look how cute we are:

At the party, I found myself completely disgusted at all the hand shaking. I didn't count, but I am guessing that there were at least 50-75 people there. I think I met, and shook hands with, every single person. I would then eat some delicious finger food, essentially eating whatever it was on their hands as well. Eeeewwwww! I was dying to find some Purell, but I had left my purse in the car. I had to rely on just two handwashings with soap and water.

I've decided that hand shaking is disgusting, and I think we, as a country, should really stop this germ spreading habit of ours. There are plenty of other cultures we should learn from where they greet each other in much more sanitary ways. Part of me is really just plain germaphobic, but the other part of me is just so DAMN TIRED OF getting/being/caring for the sick. I just can't take another cold or virus to work its way into my family. Maddie just started sniffling and coughing (AGAIN!) last week, but she now appears to be on the tail end. This wasn't a major one, but still....AGAIN! Blah.

Anyway, we didn't get home until after midnight, and my carriage had definitely turned into a tired pumpkin by then. We were tired! Old married folks like us don't get out much, nor do we stay up past 11:00. It's not like the good old college days, oh those days.... Maddie did let us sleep in until 9:30! She's a good girl like that.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

A new bed!

We finally bought a new bed. The queen bed we've been using was originally purchased for me, by my dad, in 1987 (that's almost 20 years if you're not so good with math)! They say you should replace a mattress every 10 or so years.

We figured it was about time for a few reasons, mainly my giant belly and new boyfriend that I like to sleep with (my body pillow). Although the kids won't/don't sleep with us, sometimes we all cuddle on weekend mornings in bed, and frankly, we just needed a new bed.

The bed is HUGE and HIGH. Zak was afraid I'd fall out and hurt myself during my middle-of-the-night-no-room-in-my-bladder tinkles. I've managed just fine and kinda have to roll out of the bed and hop down. I'm not sure how the co-sleeper is going to work since it will be nearly a foot too short to be even with the bed. I suppose it doesn't matter so long as I can reach the baby at night.

Maddie loves to get on the bed, but when she tries too it appears she's climbing Mt. Everest. She grunts and she groans as she tries to pull herself up, and then she finally asks for help. When she gets down, she dangles from fists full of comforter and hangs a good 6 inches from the floor then drops. After that she says, "Again, Mama, Again!"

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Shake a booty

Maddie learned that the word "booty" means butt from someone at school. I think it was one of her teachers. I first discovered this as we were driving home from school one day and a good song came on the radio, and Maddie said, "I wanna Shake a Booty" and did this little shoulder shimmy that indicated she wanted to dance. When I burst out laughing with a giant, "What did you say!" she appeared to be shy about it and hid her face.

Since then she learned that "Shake a Booty" is the same as dancing and she will refer to each interchangeably. She also will point at one's bottom and call it a booty. As in, "I touching Mama's booty," as she pokes my butt.