Bedtime Bottle - November 2009

Daddy: I followed you into your bedroom because you were ready for bed and wanted to drink your bottle. We had this ritual: I'd sit up against the bed and you'd lay your head against my chest and I'd read you a book while you drank your bottle. We were reading Goonie Bird Greene.

When you were finished drinking your bottle, you held it up to my mouth for me to drink. "Daddy." Like it was my turn to drink now. I laughed, which sent you into laughter, and I returned to reading. You put the bottle back in your mouth, then a moment later, held it up to my mouth with this cute, conniving smile. You burst into laughter, and so did I.

We must have laughed like that for 5-10 minutes, with you pretending to feed me your bottle and me giving you the "I see you" eye and both of us laughing our heads off. Mommy even said she could hear both of us and thought I was tickling you or something. But no, we were just laughing. Our little moment.

Sweep Baby

Mommy: I let you sit on the ground while you ate an apple cinnamon muffin. When you were "all done" there were many crumbs adorning the floor. "Uh-Oh." I said that it was okay and we would need to get the broom to sweep the crumbs up. I went into the kitchen to rinse and fill your sippy cup with water because you were thirsty. While at the sink my back was towards you. When I turned around to give you the drink, you were sitting on the ground by the crumbs with the little hand broom and dustpan. I was quite impressed that you understood what I said and knew to reach between the refrigerator and cabinet to get the broom and dustpan. I was also a little worried that I didn't notice/hear you get the broom and dustpan out and wondered about the amount of time my back was turned to you (not long at all).

3-Syllable Words - November 2009

You said "animal," your first 3-syllable word.

Head Butt

Mommy: We were lying down on the couch to snuggle because you said you were sleepy. You lifted your head off my chest and I asked you if you were sleepy, because I was starting to believe you were tricking me just so you could suck on your pacifier. It seemed like you were trying to put your head back down in response to my question but you accidently hit your forehead on the bone under my eyebrow. It hurt so I held my hand over my eye. I said, "Ouch!" and asked if you were ok. As I removed my hand to see if you were ok, you purposefully hit your head on the same spot of my face. It was like you were trying to figure out what happened by repeating the action. I hadn't even got a chance to see if you were ok. I had to protect myself from all proceeding attempts to head butt me.

I've begun to expect the possibility of repeating head bumps. You accidently hit your head on the doorway to our hall and began to repeatedly hit your head. You were also hitting your head with your hairbrush. It's an interesting quandry of at what point do I stop you considering that you don't seem to care that it is hurting.

Guinness - November 2009

Daddy: Mommy was making a shopping list, so I opened the fridge to see what we needed. You stood next to me and pointed at all kinds of things in the refrigerator. When you saw the 3 cans of Guinness on the top shelf, you pointed and said, "Daddy." That's right, Sweetie, those are daddy's drinks.

Library Felt Board - November 2009

Mommy: You and I were at the library for storytime, and the storyteller started putting felt-fabric shapes up on the board. When she put up clouds, you got very excited and shook your arms and showed the ASL sign for clouds. "Yup, Sarah, you're right. Those are clouds."

Wheeze or Guffaw? - November 2009

Mommy: A few months back I started noticing that you would sort of wheeze one to four times and then stop. At first I started to worry that maybe you had asthma but since it wasn't consistant I figured I shouldn't worry too much. So I just made a mental note of it.

I realized that when Guffaw's name was mentioned you made the wheezing noise once. In the car you were saying G-momo ("mo-mo") and Guffaw ("pah") and started trying to laugh like Guffaw, it was less of a wheeze and more of a guffaw.