Sunday, January 30, 2005

The Shoe Bandit

I don't know if everyone's child is as obsessed with shoes as Lauren is, but seldom can I find matching shoes without searching corners and under chairs and behind speakers and near the doors...She loves shoes, and not just mine. Any shoes not on someone's feet are fair game. John's tennis shoes, dress shoes, house shoes. My high heels, tennis shoes, slides, house shoes. Her shoes even (which really make her mad since they actually fit and are harder to put on!).
In her defense, I must say she is very adept at putting on her own shoes ON THE CORRECT FEET when I ask her to, and even sometimes when I don't. Genius!

Thursday, January 27, 2005

who could ask for more

The above link is to John's moblog. Almost every picture is of our darling baby girl.
Enjoy her smiling face, I know we do!

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Words cannot express

Jabberbox. That is how my dad affectionately refered to me when I was little. And Windjammer. I think I know where Lauren gets it. For the last few days, she has talked almost non-stop. Some of what she says, I understand. Most of what she says, she says so matter-of-factly that I feel dumb not understanding what she is saying.
I love it!
Although, I have had to shush her a few times, I love it!!

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Quickly, quickly

I have to give Lauren eye drops for the next five days. In order to do that, I have to say, "Quickly, quickly!" and then "All done!!" or it won't happen. She can move her head away from me so fast, it's unbelieveable!! She can also squint her eyes shut so tightly I can barely get the drops in.
It sucks, but it's gotta be done.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Our list of recognizable words is ever growing. Here is just a sample:

Buppy (blue, blue puppy, puppy, anything she LOVES!)
BuppyJoe (please for the love of all that is good, let me watch Blue's Clues!)
Schocks (socks)
Washer (water)
Keys (her newest obsession)
Boon (balloon)
Sad (said in a low, slow tone with chin on chest)
Ease (easel)
Peeeese? (please)
L-l-libby (Libby, the dog)
Libby (the friend)
Ca-Bry (Aunt Rebecca & Uncle Bryan)

And our personal favorites:
Mommee? Mommee? Mommee? Mommee? Mommee?
Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?
Mommee? Mommee? Mommee? Mommee?

Just a sampling of life in our house...

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Things I have learned from reading children's books...

Baby rabbits are called kits or kittens until they get older, baby owls are called owlets or owl chicks (depends entirely on the book you believe) and that there are numberous ways to teach the alphabet.
I also know that time is no more precious than when Lauren looks up at me and says, "Weed! Weed!" And I nearly always do. She also loves when John "weeds" to her. What an amazing little critter!!

Saturday, January 08, 2005

And now, on with the show

We are broadening Lauren's TV watching horizons. I know. Such a lofty goal. Anyway, last night she was so tired she could hardly stand up and kept wanting to see "Buppy! Joe!" (translation: Blue's Clues) and I told her no because we only watch that during the daytime. I don't know why, but I don't have many rules and this is one I do. Moving on. I tried, in desperation, to show her something else. Anything else. I landed on Finding Nemo which I find to be a fabulous movie, but I fear I will soon be hating it because she LOVED IT! The actually first words out of her mouth when she woke this morning were, "Bish? Bish?" (translation: Fish? Fish?) I think I am creating a monster. But a cute one!

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

This time with a fever...

Lauren is teething and just 2 teeth from now, she will have them all. Therefore, last night when she was running a low fever, I figured teething.
Guess not.
This morning she woke up with a much higher fever, and felt crummy all day. Later in the day, I thought the fever broke, but I was wrong. She went to bed with a fever and I suspect will wake with one in the morning as well. I hate this. I wish I could make her better RIGHT NOW!!

When will I stop worrying about her? When my last breath is drawn I guess...