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It’s so crazy to think that a year ago, Jim and I were waiting on our baby’s arrival.  My due date had come and gone, I had gone shopping to dampen my disappointment that I was still waiting to meet my bundle of joy, we were still trying to figure out a name for our sweet daughter, and we walked to Dairy Queen and Red Box every night, hoping the heat and the exercise would induce labor.

As Molly’s first birthday approaches, I am remembering the excitement and anxiety of waiting for her.  I was so emotional:  tired of being pregnant; excited to meet my daughter; and scared of labor and actually bringing my baby home to take care of her.  This year, this week brings birthday gift shopping, last minute party planning, and enjoying the last week of my baby’s “baby-ness.”  She is already a toddler in so many ways, but I am denying this fact this week.

She is my baby and always will be.

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We are enjoying the last of our beach vacation this weekend, so check back next week for pictures of my beach baby.

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You may remember, months ago, when I said I wanted to make something for Molly.  I should have stopped at the nice thought and moved on.  But no, instead I actually decided that I would, indeed, make her something.  So I found a pattern for an A-line dress.  So cute!  So simple!

Or so I thought.  My neighbor is lucky the sewing machine hasn’t ended up in his backyard.  I’ve been thisclose to chucking that thing out the window on more than one occasion.  Don’t get me wrong – things started out easy enough.  First, I modified the dress by finding grosgrain ribbon to tie the dress closed at the back of the neck instead of a zipper, or buttons.  Then, I had no problem cutting out the pattern and fabric.  Easy-peasy, I thought, getting just a little too smug about this sewing business.

I got one shoulder seam sewn and started on the second one.  I have sewn and ripped apart the second shoulder seam no less than 54 times.  I kid you not.  The tension is too tight, so I loosen it.  The tension is too tight, so I loosen it.  Back and forth.  On and on.  Multiple times a day, multiple days a week.

Months ago, I put the sewing machine away but today I got it back out.  I’m newly inspired (by many things, including a subtle nudge from Jim that I should really finish the dress before Molly turns 21 and can’t fit in it) and felt ready to tackle the project again.  Until the sewing machine made me cry.  Something is WRONG with this sewing machine, I’ve decided.

And since I’m not going to finish this dress, I better go shopping to find a cute dress for my baby.  I hope Molly knows I love her whether I can sew her a simple A-line dress or not!

{And for the love of God, if you know what is wrong with my sewing machine, please send me an email!}

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A post about food

My daughter is a healthy eater.  At playgroup the other day, we were discussing various milestones our babies had reached and what our children ate at each meal.  You know, the riveting stuff moms talk about.  Molly is just sitting in the middle of the room, watching the other kids scoot, crawl, and walk around the room, and Lauren says – in response to my concern over Molly’s lack of movement – “She’s a really good eater, isn’t she?”

Yes.  Yes, she is.  I’m counting on her slimming down a bit once she’s more mobile.  The girl will eat anything we put in front of her.  At dinner the other night, Jim asked me if we should be concerned since Peaches had been eating for HOURS.

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I talked today with Andrea and Beverly about how much Molly is growing up; she’s almost one!  She understands more and more everyday and even though she can’t verbally communicate with me, she’s finding ways to tell me what she wants.  Or doesn’t want.

At lunch today, the menu was turkey and blackberries.  Molly refused both – she threw the turkey on the floor and mashed the berries on the table.  I wasn’t going to fix her something different, so she went down for her nap without lunch.  After a long nap, she was ready for a snack.  Guess what she got?  Turkey and blackberries.  At first she refused both, turning her head away and pushing her highchair away from the table.  I picked up the bag of yogurt melts {or baby crack, if you ask me} and said, “If you want the yogurt melts, you have to eat your turkey.”  {So, I’m resorting to bribery already.  Oops.}

Molly looked at me, looked at the bag of yogurt melts, and then she ate the turkey.  She ate a few pieces of turkey and then waited expectantly for a yogurt melt; then she ate a few more pieces of turkey and waited for another yogurt melt.

Is this girl smart, or what?

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Tonight, while reading Molly her books before bed, I made a gesture with my hand that must have looked like I was holding a piece of food because she leaned in with an open mouth.  It took me a few minutes to realize what she was doing, and then Jim and I were laughing so hard we couldn’t finish reading the book.

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