Yes, I have two children...and here is the little prince..., originally uploaded by je ne sais quoi.
He is really good, don't you think?
He is really good, don't you think?
Well, after a bout of illness on little missy's part (she's fine now -- apparently just a viral bug that causes fever -- was better in about 48 hours), the weather was finally cool enough that I felt inspired to go outside and get some "real" one-year-old portraits. We went into the backyard and caught a few, and then we went to Independence Park's Botanical Gardens. She was pretty interested in most everything there, particularly the rocks. I had to fish several out of her mouth. They were those little pebble-type ones, which, I have to admit, do look somewhat like the might be in the general baby snack food genre. Nonetheless, I would have thought after the second or third time she tried to bite down on it, she would have learned.
Thankfully, however, she has learned that a stern look and an open palm in front of her face mean "Get whatever is in your mouth OUT and put it in my hand."
I was pretty pleased with these results. If you click on the photo, it will take you to the flickr photo page. From there, you can click on each individual square's notes (it will say "larger" when you mouse over it) to see a bigger image.
Can anyone believe that my babies are this big now? I can't. They can play together so well when they want to, despite the age difference. Chase is one of their favorite games. Do you see how real the smiles on their faces are? Wonderfully, beautifully real.
have I mentioned SHE is the one who goes for frilly frou-frou? This was her cousin's tinkerbell outfit, lent to us for Adelaide. I had stored it away when we got it because it was just too big. But recently I was going through her closet to look for some hand-me-downs for a friend of mine, and I found it. I got it out and hung it up with her other outfits, not thinking too much about it.
Well, usually, after she wakes up, I will change her diaper, then walk her over to her closet and stand there trying to decide what to put on her. Lately, however, she's started exerting the force of her own personality and trying to pull and make choices herself. Of course, the first time Princess Poopy Pants spotted this deliciously diva outfit, she had to wear it. The hat? Gymboree. I know. But she wanted it, and who am I to trump child-like creativity?
Some kids cry when they're sung to. They turn their nose up at the cake and just want to be done with the whole thing...not Adelaide! Once she'd finished off her cake, she went for the plate, too.
She had a great 1st birthday. :-)
Aw, but mom got her the crown, and she has such this little "princess" thing...I have never encouraged frilly and feathers, and I've never intentionally "blinged" her...but she LIKES it. SHE wants to wear the frilly dresses and change her shoes three times during the day. And what can I do...it's about letting her be herself, after all. That's all I want.
I can't believe she will be one year old on Saturday. What a year it has been!
She won't sleep.
She won't sleep at night, or during the day -- it doesn't matter at all what I do or what I say.
She screams and she jumps, she tosses about. She throws her bottle and pacifier out.
Her anger is real -- her face is so red! I don't know what to do...but she must go to bed!
I feel like a mommy who is bad and uncaring, but I can't take much more of this tantrum that's blaring.
She needs to sleep, and she needs to sleep long. I know this, I do, but it still feels so wrong.
I have no more tricks up the proverbial sleeve, and gas costs way too much to just up and leave.
I have sang, I have held, I have snuggled, I have rocked, and now I just sit and stare at the clock.
When will it stop? When will she rest? When will she lay her head in her nest?
These answers I have not, though a headache I do. So I'll just take more Excedrin and change some more poo.
And now that that's done (and she continues to wail), I seek a happy ending to this sad tale.
But my only solution (I can't tell a lie) is to let her stay in her bed and cry.
*sigh*
Here's a mosaic of his first day...he was so calm, I was so anxious...he was so happy, I was so sentimental...
1. All ready to go -- his brand new backpack he designed himself on LL Bean and his "WILL" lunchbox (in LSU colors, of course, *sigh*)
2. Come on, Mommy! Let's GO!
3. He's so relaxed. He was totally calm, picked up a book that was in the backseat, started looking at it on the drive, no worries for him.
4. Welcome to Runnels, Will! Here is your cubby for your lunch and your snack...
5. And here is your locker for your backpack and other items. Look! It has your name on it!
6. We love you Will! Have a great day...
7. Cool, coloring. I'm all set!
8. Okay...he's at school, coloring, and has already talked to a few of the kids...guess it's time for us to leave now...and I have a Kindergartener.
Wow.