February 20, 2014

Cole :: Two Year Old Favorites

Cole used to pronounce please "ank ewe" while signing please. Then it morphed into "puh" then again to "ease," always accompanied by the sign. I know in a blink she'll be pronouncing please the appropriate way and so many of her other two-isms will be a thing of the past. So I decided to freeze this moment by recording some of her current favorites along with her pronunciation of them.

Food: naan, pronounced "nine," and yogurt
Drink: whole milk, pronounced "melk"
Color: blue, pronounced "boo"
Shoes: pink boots, pronounced "boops"
Animals: Our dogs: Lily, pronounced "dog," and Gunther, pronounced "anon"
Book: Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site and the Bible, pronounced "bi"
Song: The Wheels on the Bus, pronounced "rown, rown"
Movie: Mary Poppins, pronounced "Poppies"
TV Show: Curious George, pronounced "ooh, ooh, eee, eee, eee, aah, aah"

February 19, 2014

Ibbie :: 5 Months

Ibbie is five months and a day old. And she's awesome.

She loves to laugh, smile, gnaw on her hands, and play with her feet. She sleeps well at night but is not much of a napper.  Ibbie has been dragging herself around by pushing her torso off the ground and pulling her legs in then pushing off. She rolls both ways in all directions.

Ibbie likes her routine. And she loves to nurse. This gal never passes up a feeding! She, like her sister, never takes a bottle so we'll be introducing sippy cups sooner rather than later.  We're putting off the introduction of solids. I am going to skip the baby food in favor of baby-led weaning in a month or so.

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Cole at five months

February 18, 2014

Cole :: 2 Years

This morning my baby woke up a two year old! Goodness, it's hard to believe.

Cole is such a little fireball. Our spunky gal knows exactly what she wants. (Of course, she does not always get what she wants.) Cole loves to climb, jump, run fast, ride on toys and people, and play catch. Since we moved to Delaware, she's been channeling some of that energy in her gymnastics class. About a week ago she started landing her seat-drops, where, on the trampoline, she lands on her bottom then back onto her feet.

Cole is becoming more of a talker! She has a few phrases, like "I love you" and "Here you go," but mostly she sticks to two or three word ideas. For instance, if she wants me to hold Ibbie she will say, "Momma baby" while gesturing for me to pick Ibbie up. Cole likes to recall events that happened throughout the day to Peter when he gets home from work. Last week she recounted how she hit her head on the wall while jumping, came over to me while crying, got a kiss and decided she was, "alright" all while walking through the motions of the story.

Cole exerts her independence in all sorts of ways. She gets the milk out of the fridge and carries it to me, she sleeps in a toddler bed, she uses the toilet (we haven't potty trained but we give her the option to use the toilet daily), she fastens the clips on her highchair, she helps us unload the dishwashers, and through it all she insists that we not help. She keeps us laughing!

The biggest event of Cole's year was becoming a big sister. And she is the best big sister! She loves her Ibbie dearly. She hugs and kisses Ibbie throughout the day and tells her she loves her at least every few hours. When Ibbie cries Cole tries to comfort her by rubbing her tummy, patting her back, bringing her toys, or suggesting I nurse her. In the last few weeks, Cole has been on her hands and knees trying to teach Ibbie how to crawl. They are going to be quite the duo when they are both mobile.

Happy birthday, Cole!! 

February 10, 2014

12 Weeks In

We've been Delewareans for twelve weeks now. I've put my GPS away, registered Cole for preschool and figured out where I like to shop for groceries. I've exchanged numbers with a handful of women that I've met through BSF and clubs. We're getting closer to finding our church home and waiting anxiously for a house to be listed for sale in one of the neighborhoods we like.

I've realized Delaware is full of people in our same situation. I haven't actually met many people from Delaware. Most folks that I have met are from New Jersey, Maryland or Pennsylvania and have been in Delaware less than five years.

Winter here is chilly. We've seen nearly a foot of snow come and go.  My girls have had colds and Ibbie had a double ear infection. In light of all of this, we've watched a lot of George, which Cole calls, "ooh, ooh, eee, eee, eee, aah, aah."
Cole started to get her groove back before the snow melted so she took to her toys.  
We put a toddler side on Cole's crib this week. With her advanced climbing skills, we  probably should have done it awhile ago. So far, she is doing well. She is aware that she can get out of the bed but realizes that she is not supposed to.  Time marches on. 
Ibbie is such a babe! She rolls boths ways now which is pretty wild. And she loves to babble. It occurred to me, just recently, that she's lived in Delaware longer than she lived in Tennessee. She was just a wee thing when we moved but it still made me a bit teary. 
A few weeks ago, I registered Cole for her next round of gymnastics. She loves going to the gym and practicing her moves at home so it seemed like a good idea to stick with it. Peter always comes home from their Saturday class with video, so I made this: 
I miss Memphians everyday. I miss the city too, but mostly the people.  But somehow, at twelve weeks in, everything here still feels new and curiously familiar. I tell people, "We just moved" when I'm sure that should shift to "We moved in November." 

February 8, 2014

Two Kids Later

Last week, Peter and I found ourselves back at the spot where we got married.
Five and a half years and two kids later.

February 7, 2014

A Loss

We've been preoccupied, and in Baltimore, in the last couple of weeks because my grandfather passed away. In recent years he struggled with Parkinson's, but at the end the decline was fast and steep. He passed in his sleep after a grand Monday night dinner at the hospice. He spent his last night surrounded by two generations of family packed into this bedroom, reminiscing and playing along with Jeopardy and The Wheel of Fortune (I believe they even let him win)
PopPop was a man of unwavering conviction. He valued family, education, and time together. He knew what it was to make a commitment and see it through. For anyone who knows me to be an overcommitter, I come by it honestly.
Last week was filled with mourning for my family, yet I know heaven rejoices. My grandfather is reunited with his bride and his mother, two of his favorite people. He has been healed of his suffering and given a new body!

While we were collecting mementos and pictures to display at the funeral, we came across a card my grandfather wrote to my grandmother back when they were dating. If ever a personality came through in writing, it was in that card! In an effort to write a lengthy letter, my grandfather, by no means a man of many words, included random tidbits of car information and poetry between the rather humorous matters that he was actually writing about. It was very PopPop.

We will all miss his presence at family gatherings; there is absolutely a void at the table. But we'll meet again so there can be hope and even joy in grief.