I eat waaaffffflleee

I must have my bed back. Contrary to the fact that I swore I'd never let Amelia sleep in our bed, she has somehow sweet talked her way there. We did a very good job for a long time, but when she started getting sick regularly, the rules started to relax. The final straw was the night we had her in Urgent Care with trouble breathing and were told not to leave her alone. Since those few days where sleeping with us was a necessity, I'm not sure we have had two consecutive nights without her making an appearence at some point. Now, I'll be the first to admit, there probably isn't a more peaceful feeling for me than having her snuggle up to me and fall asleep. That said, why would I complain about having her next to me? Well, because for every night she sleeps like that, there is a night where she kicks me in the face, a night where she ends up at the foot of the bed with Sophie, and a night she lays on the blankets like a paperweight while I freeze on the edge of the bed. However, the last week or so, she has started a new habit that makes any of those sleeping habits seem pleasant. She did it to Meggan while I was away at the beach last weekend and she did it to me this morning. What does she do, you ask? Let me tell you...She leans over your sleeping face and says "I eat waffles" until you wake up. This may not sound so bad, but trust me, when you are sleeping and you hear a little voice whispering "I eat waffles"..."I eeaat waaafffleees"..."I eeeaat waaafffless" it gets creepy.

Home again

Aaaaaaahhhhh, it feels so good to be home. I had a great time at the beach this weekend despite the fact that it was below 40 degrees when I left there this morning. It's always nice to get away from your normal routine for a few days. However, for me, the greatest benefit is always the renewed joy for my normal routine upon my return. There's nothing I can see at the beach, or anywhere for that matter, that rivals Amelia flying across the room to give me a hug when I get home. In a weekend of many high points, that tiny, wet kiss I got at day care today was the peak.

out of office

I am away at the beach with some guys from work while Meggan and Amelia paint the town at home. It is a little chilly at the beach here, but that didn't stop this giant jellyfish from washing up as I was walking down the beach...



I kindly returned him to his home...so he can likely wash back up and sting me today...

Enough

Tonight was the first night where Amelia's behavior made me want to pull out my hair. However, after considering it would take me all of 6 seconds to pull out the precious little hair I have remaining, I decided that wouldn't cut it.

I had met my two favorite ladies out at dinner and it was Amelia's 2nd or 3rd time trying out a booster seat instead of a high chair. Booster seats do not have straps, so she is free to roam...or so she thinks. So, after several minutes of Meggan chasing her all around the booth, including a point where Amelia took her crayon and wrote on the wall, we quietly loaded up her things and she and Meggan headed home (this was after we ordered her ice cream and before she received it). The whole way out the restaurant, as I waited on the bill and to-go boxes, I heard her little voice saying "ice ceem" "ice ceem" "ice ceem". This ice ceem request continued on the ride home until Meggan put a stop to it by telling her she was absolutely not getting ice cream. Amelia's response? "sorry, mommy". Now, that normally would be enough to melt either of us and get her an even better ice cream cone than she was originally scheduled to get. However, we had hit our limit so badly tonight that even though the restaurant took the time to package up her to-go ice cream, she got exactly zero licks of an ice cream cone when we got home. I know this doesn't make us out to seem that tough, but trust me, Amelia would have lined up for a beating before she was denied an ice cream cone. If this doesn't work and she acts this way again, I'm considering letting Sophie eat her cone in front of her.

Talk Talk Talk

Amelia has finally crossed over into the land of talking. Sure, she's said plenty of words for a while now, but not like this. She is now stringing sentences together (granted they still lack some of the words)and is able to get her point across...over and over and over again. Here are few quotes from her today.

- What you doing, mommy?

- I coming too (as we walked into the back yard)

- What you doing, daddy? (as Meggan and I pulled weeds)

- I pulling weeds too (as she plucked some grass)

- Wolf, what you doing? (to Sophie)

- Help, Daddy, help (as she was trying to set up her chair)

- I did it! (after she set up her chair without me)

- Everybody, what you doing, everybody? (her favorite question)

- No. Not Yet. No Thank you (in response to asking her if she was ready for her bath)

- Mommy going to work? (when Meggan left to go to the gym)

- 3 monkeys jumping bed, bump his head, mommy doctor said no monkey jump on bed (trying to recite on of her favorite books 10 little monkeys)

- wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (bed time)

Growing up

How long until the lip stick?

Finger Paint