Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Two Glorious Months
Today, we celebrate two months of Camryn!
She is holding up her head beautifully, smiling at anyone and everyone, cooing and ooing and making all sorts of adorable sounds and she is *just beginning* to adopt a regular sleeping schedule.
Everyone keeps telling us that she looks more and more like Brock.
At first, she didn't look much like big bro; people commented that Cami had "her own look," whereas, Brock was clearly an equal mix of Clarke and myself from day one. I suppose now that she is looking more like Brock, it's also safe to say that she's looking more like mom and dad too.
This morning, Miss C weighed in at 13 lbs and measured 23 inches!
This puts her in the 87th percentile.
Can you say chunkalicious?
Camryn likes snuggling with mom, eating, bath time, people who speak in high pitch voices, listening to Adele, mirrors, her crib mobile, being bunny bounced by daddy and jabbering to the wall. She dislikes her car seat, being swaddled, sleeping, having her nose suctioned out, relief society and watching Brock and daddy play the Wii.
She finally likes her swing, is "meh" about the pacifier and is very ticklish!
Never has a double chin looked so scrumptious...
Grow baby, grow (but not too fast)!
At first, she didn't look much like big bro; people commented that Cami had "her own look," whereas, Brock was clearly an equal mix of Clarke and myself from day one. I suppose now that she is looking more like Brock, it's also safe to say that she's looking more like mom and dad too.
This morning, Miss C weighed in at 13 lbs and measured 23 inches!
This puts her in the 87th percentile.
Can you say chunkalicious?
Camryn likes snuggling with mom, eating, bath time, people who speak in high pitch voices, listening to Adele, mirrors, her crib mobile, being bunny bounced by daddy and jabbering to the wall. She dislikes her car seat, being swaddled, sleeping, having her nose suctioned out, relief society and watching Brock and daddy play the Wii.
She finally likes her swing, is "meh" about the pacifier and is very ticklish!
Never has a double chin looked so scrumptious...
We can't get enough of this darling face:
Grow baby, grow (but not too fast)!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Spectacularly Spoiled
Confession: I absolutely dread my birthday because it means that someone, somewhere will inevitably sing the song "Happy Birthday" to me. And, you know what? I HATE being sung to. It's a bright, vivid and sweltering hate on the same level as, say, doing the dishes or scrubbing a little boy's bathroom. I'm also not crazy about being the center of attention, so when it comes to birthdays, I like mine very low-key.
That said, last Saturday I turned the golden age of 29. Again.
I've been 29 years old for years now as I find it suits me rather splendidly.
I expected a low-key birthday as I shrugged and said, "whatever" when Clarke asked what I wanted to do on my birthday. Whatever, here means don't plan anything big or extravagant, don't invite anyone over and for pity's sake, do not sing "happy birthday;" oh, and, most importantly, don't skimp on the cake. The cake makes the day worthwhile, after all.
Clarke interpreted "whatever" to mean something like this...
...make breakfast for the family
...make the bed and do the dishes
...gift the wife a new car stereo specifically created for use with her iPod,
her favorite perfume and lotion and repair the wreath that it took the wife two months to make and took only two seconds for your son to break last month.
...take the wife shopping to buy her a swanky, new, smart phone
...treat the family to a birthday lunch at Red Robin
...allow the wife the pleasure of choosing her own cake at Costco (red velvet with cream cheese)
...encourage the indulgence of an afternoon power snooze with the baby
...arrange for cake and ice cream BEFORE dinner and sing "happy birthday" to the wife (who winces as she recounts the memory of being sung to that afternoon)
...arrange for a babysitter and take the wife to Tucanos for dinner
...put on your "I'm game" face when the wife suggests shopping at Target afterwards
I was spectacularly spoiled and blessed by my family this year.
Here's my new phone, the HTC Amaze 4G:
We had fun exploring the camera option on the phone at Red Robin...
The man behind the spoiling...
Lazing it up with my girl..
And finally, that thing about the wreath...
Remember this post?
Do you ever find yourself repeating the same command to your children and being purposefully ignored? Of course, you do. Repeating oneself is an integral part of parenthood.
Over the better part of last year, I found myself continually asking Brock not to bounce
or throw balls in the house.
"You'll break something," I'd chide to my deaf audience, "and then I'll really get mad."
Finally, the inevitable happened. Brock was bouncing balls in the living room when a ball hit the wreath, that had taken me two months to create, and it tumbled from it's place atop a tall shelf and crashed into pieces on our wood floor. Tearing paper and dislodging rosettes.
I was horrified and furious and heartbroken (it tore through my grandmother's signature on the back of the wreath, see post link above). Is this what it takes to get my son to obey, I thought. It has to take him breaking something irreplaceable to learn a lesson?
The wreath sat in pieces in the garage for weeks as this happened shortly before Camryn was born and I never had the time or energy to put into fixing the wreath. In truth, I had all but forgotten about it.
And then, my wonderful husband decided to fix it himself and wrap it up for me to open on my birthday.
What a amazing gift! Save for one missing rosette, the wreath is complete.
Lazing it up with my girl..
And finally, that thing about the wreath...
Remember this post?
Do you ever find yourself repeating the same command to your children and being purposefully ignored? Of course, you do. Repeating oneself is an integral part of parenthood.
Over the better part of last year, I found myself continually asking Brock not to bounce
or throw balls in the house.
"You'll break something," I'd chide to my deaf audience, "and then I'll really get mad."
Finally, the inevitable happened. Brock was bouncing balls in the living room when a ball hit the wreath, that had taken me two months to create, and it tumbled from it's place atop a tall shelf and crashed into pieces on our wood floor. Tearing paper and dislodging rosettes.
I was horrified and furious and heartbroken (it tore through my grandmother's signature on the back of the wreath, see post link above). Is this what it takes to get my son to obey, I thought. It has to take him breaking something irreplaceable to learn a lesson?
The wreath sat in pieces in the garage for weeks as this happened shortly before Camryn was born and I never had the time or energy to put into fixing the wreath. In truth, I had all but forgotten about it.
And then, my wonderful husband decided to fix it himself and wrap it up for me to open on my birthday.
What a amazing gift! Save for one missing rosette, the wreath is complete.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Can you guess?
What inspires such happiness...
...and such joy...
...and such thoughtful wonderment?
Here is a clue or two...
It's Camryn's new Tiny Love Princess Mobile!
And she is absolutely mesmerized by it!
(Excuse the mess. Cami hasn't officially moved into the nursery yet so it's still a catch-all space.)
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