Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
11 months
Oops! I wrote this about 2 weeks ago in Google Documents, and forgot to actually post it here. It isn't the most lyrical of letters, it's more just a list of milestones and what she's been up to. This can be explained by the fact that her sleep situation has been worse than ever the past month. Being tired and frustrated was not conducive to sentimental writing, at least not the good kind of sentiment.
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Dear Annika,
You've had several major conquests this month. You learned to climb stairs at Daniel and Sarah's house, where carpet makes it easier, and then applied the knowledge to our stairs at home. You're not so sure about going down, though; you still have a tendency to either cry for a rescue, or try to turn around and go down headfirst.
You have an official first word: cat. Though it usually comes out more like "kaa" or "kit" or "kita".
You've learned to take bites of food - apples and bananas, crackers, and so forth.
You learned how to give Mama a kiss on request... at least when you happen to feel like it, which is about a third of the time that I ask.
At the very end of the month, you learned how to stand unsupported for a few seconds before you fall over or grab hold of something.
You now have a cell phone of your very own to play with, thanks to Rob and Jen - they gave you an old one of theirs, and though it won't make any phone calls it does light up, make noise, open and close. You like to hold it to your mouth and talk to an imaginary friend; the greeting of choice is "goo-GA!"
When we're reading a picture book to you, you like to point at the pictures. But if I try to tell you what each picture is as you point to it, I have trouble keeping up - you like to point to all the pictures on the page in rapid succession.
You like to grab someone else's hands and clap them together; you can clap your own hands together but because they're smaller, it is harder to make an impressive amount of noise that way. In fact, anything that DOES make an impressive amount of noise is dear to your heart - pots and pans, any hard surface that you can drum on, anything that you can throw or drop to make a crash, and several electronic toys with buttons you can push to produce noise.
You've figured out how to open cabinets, and then how to open drawers, but you haven't figured out how to avoid getting your fingers pinched when you close the drawer again. And you couldn't understand why, when you found the box of toothpicks in a kitchen drawer, I wouldn't let you play with them. As I frantically tried to sweep them up, you kept trying to "help" by grabbing some of them yourself.
Taking things out of containers and putting them back in is a lot of fun, but somehow when you "put away" the clothes that you removed from your dresser, they're not quite in the same order they were before.
You still don't like to go to sleep at night, you don't like it when Mama goes away (even if it's just to the bathroom), and you still don't like having to get dressed.
Love,
Mama
____________________________
Dear Annika,
You've had several major conquests this month. You learned to climb stairs at Daniel and Sarah's house, where carpet makes it easier, and then applied the knowledge to our stairs at home. You're not so sure about going down, though; you still have a tendency to either cry for a rescue, or try to turn around and go down headfirst.
You have an official first word: cat. Though it usually comes out more like "kaa" or "kit" or "kita".
You've learned to take bites of food - apples and bananas, crackers, and so forth.
You learned how to give Mama a kiss on request... at least when you happen to feel like it, which is about a third of the time that I ask.
At the very end of the month, you learned how to stand unsupported for a few seconds before you fall over or grab hold of something.
You now have a cell phone of your very own to play with, thanks to Rob and Jen - they gave you an old one of theirs, and though it won't make any phone calls it does light up, make noise, open and close. You like to hold it to your mouth and talk to an imaginary friend; the greeting of choice is "goo-GA!"
When we're reading a picture book to you, you like to point at the pictures. But if I try to tell you what each picture is as you point to it, I have trouble keeping up - you like to point to all the pictures on the page in rapid succession.
You like to grab someone else's hands and clap them together; you can clap your own hands together but because they're smaller, it is harder to make an impressive amount of noise that way. In fact, anything that DOES make an impressive amount of noise is dear to your heart - pots and pans, any hard surface that you can drum on, anything that you can throw or drop to make a crash, and several electronic toys with buttons you can push to produce noise.
You've figured out how to open cabinets, and then how to open drawers, but you haven't figured out how to avoid getting your fingers pinched when you close the drawer again. And you couldn't understand why, when you found the box of toothpicks in a kitchen drawer, I wouldn't let you play with them. As I frantically tried to sweep them up, you kept trying to "help" by grabbing some of them yourself.
Taking things out of containers and putting them back in is a lot of fun, but somehow when you "put away" the clothes that you removed from your dresser, they're not quite in the same order they were before.
You still don't like to go to sleep at night, you don't like it when Mama goes away (even if it's just to the bathroom), and you still don't like having to get dressed.
Love,
Mama
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Matching Chameleon Sweaters
So one day it happened that Irene and Annika wore sweaters of the same color; a very soft yellow. It was incredibly cute, but the interesting part was that they also matched the wall in the eat-in part of our kitchen! So I couldn't resist. Oh... and also a picture of Annika in her new room.
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