It's kind of humbling when you see/hear yourself reflected in your one-year-old's words/actions/attitudes, etc.
Today, I was recapping Evie's markers, preparing to put them away. Apparently, Evie wasn't ready for me to put them away. She looked at me, beetled her little brow (actually courtesy of Nana), squinted her eyes, and said, "DON'T you do that, Mama! DON'T you do that!!"
Eek. I guess I need to work some more on that whole "gentle and quiet spirit."
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Out-takes
When I was in Raleigh this past weekend, saying goodbye to my sister who is moving to Haiti, I decided to go get Evie's portraits made for Chris's birthday gift (he had mentioned that it would be nice to have it done, and really... what do you get for the man that wants nothing?! :) ). In her almost 21 month existence on this earth, she has never had her pictures taken professionally. Mostly because I prefer candid shots to, say, Evie in front of a Grecian temple or something. Also because I am pretty lazy. And cheap.
But I digress. Although it did prove to be a horrific experience that I will likely never repeat, we did get lots of cute shots of my girly. I'm not going to post those cute shots here; it would ruin the Mother's Day "surprise" for my mom and Chris's mom. I will, however, post a few of the "out-takes" that were on the CD in my package deal. (The saleslady told me that I pretty much needed to have a CD with the images; she said that if my house burned down, I would feel really horribly if I lost all the pictures of my kid...?!?!)
The taking of and subsequent purchase of these photos coincided with Chris's trip to Cite Soleil, one of the biggest slums on the planet. I am in NO WAY judging those who choose to purchase their children's portraits on a regular basis; it's a really nice memory to have. But it was definitely a sobering reminder to me-- that while there are precious souls literally subsisting on mud-cakes (really), I'm spending a small fortune on marginal memorabilia. My sister "gets" it-- that's why she's moving to Haiti. I think that Chris is starting to "get it", especially after this recent trip. God, help me to see the value of things in YOUR economy; help me to store up treasures that neither rust or moth can destroy! Help me to "get it"!
But I digress. Although it did prove to be a horrific experience that I will likely never repeat, we did get lots of cute shots of my girly. I'm not going to post those cute shots here; it would ruin the Mother's Day "surprise" for my mom and Chris's mom. I will, however, post a few of the "out-takes" that were on the CD in my package deal. (The saleslady told me that I pretty much needed to have a CD with the images; she said that if my house burned down, I would feel really horribly if I lost all the pictures of my kid...?!?!)
The taking of and subsequent purchase of these photos coincided with Chris's trip to Cite Soleil, one of the biggest slums on the planet. I am in NO WAY judging those who choose to purchase their children's portraits on a regular basis; it's a really nice memory to have. But it was definitely a sobering reminder to me-- that while there are precious souls literally subsisting on mud-cakes (really), I'm spending a small fortune on marginal memorabilia. My sister "gets" it-- that's why she's moving to Haiti. I think that Chris is starting to "get it", especially after this recent trip. God, help me to see the value of things in YOUR economy; help me to store up treasures that neither rust or moth can destroy! Help me to "get it"!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Deep Thoughts on Parenting...
If your one-year-old starts calling from the back seat, "Tummy HURT! Throw up!!", you should probably pull over the car. She might be bluffing, but if she's not-- oh, boy... what a mess.
All you can do is watch helplessly from the rear-view mirror as the (substantial) contents of her stomach embed on the upholstery of your car.
All you can do is watch helplessly from the rear-view mirror as the (substantial) contents of her stomach embed on the upholstery of your car.
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Master of Disaster!
As the video mentions, Evie has been in her "big girl bed" for at least a few weeks. After the first day, we haven't had *any* problems with her getting out of bed during nap or nighttime.
Until today.
Let me make a disclaimer: Yes, I was napping in the next room (I'm pregnant--sue me!). But I had the monitor on, as I always do. And like any other mom, I can even hear the subtle yet distinct change in breathing when Evie awakes; I NEVER heard a peep out of that kid. Not one. Perhaps she has mastered the art of stealth. Or perhaps I was just really, really tired!
PS-- remarkably (and providently?!), Evie managed to find the owner's manual for her umbrella stroller in the closet. She colored (in pink permanent marker) on that, but not the rocker, or the books, or the walls, etc. etc. Thanks be to God. That's not flippant; literally-- thank You, God.
Oh, and PS 2-- If anyone cares, those are gdiaper liners strewn about the room-- NOT maxi pads. I mean, not that it would be any more unusual to have maxi pads in your 1 year old's closet than, say, MAGIC MARKERS!!! sigh.
Until today.
Let me make a disclaimer: Yes, I was napping in the next room (I'm pregnant--sue me!). But I had the monitor on, as I always do. And like any other mom, I can even hear the subtle yet distinct change in breathing when Evie awakes; I NEVER heard a peep out of that kid. Not one. Perhaps she has mastered the art of stealth. Or perhaps I was just really, really tired!
PS-- remarkably (and providently?!), Evie managed to find the owner's manual for her umbrella stroller in the closet. She colored (in pink permanent marker) on that, but not the rocker, or the books, or the walls, etc. etc. Thanks be to God. That's not flippant; literally-- thank You, God.
Oh, and PS 2-- If anyone cares, those are gdiaper liners strewn about the room-- NOT maxi pads. I mean, not that it would be any more unusual to have maxi pads in your 1 year old's closet than, say, MAGIC MARKERS!!! sigh.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Future Philanthropist?
As aforementioned, Evie is a very musical little girl. She loves to make up songs about diapers, her baby sister (yes, it's a girl!), her sandbox, and most recently, Barack Obama. (I'm not kidding.)
But this one takes the cake. On Sunday, we were driving through the city and she spotted Water Street Rescue Mission. She pointed out her window and demanded, "What's that?!?" (her mantra these days). I said, "Oh, that's the homeless shelter, Evie."
A few minutes later I hear her clear her throat and prepare to debut her latest melodic masterpiece:
"Homeless shelter, homeless shelter-- Let's be friends!! Let's be friends!!
Let's play together, let's play together! Let's be kind, please be kind!"
Well, I can certainly think of less noble aspirations for my girl. :)
But this one takes the cake. On Sunday, we were driving through the city and she spotted Water Street Rescue Mission. She pointed out her window and demanded, "What's that?!?" (her mantra these days). I said, "Oh, that's the homeless shelter, Evie."
A few minutes later I hear her clear her throat and prepare to debut her latest melodic masterpiece:
"Homeless shelter, homeless shelter-- Let's be friends!! Let's be friends!!
Let's play together, let's play together! Let's be kind, please be kind!"
Well, I can certainly think of less noble aspirations for my girl. :)
Monday, March 2, 2009
Twinkle Twinkle Little Painting!
Evie's first finger painting experience, predictably, led to a gooey mass of green-ish slime, but also afforded the opportunity to perform one of her favorite songs!
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