Monday, February 17, 2014

Dear Caroline, Liney-pus, baby girl, all-around-crazy-girl,


It was TWO MONTHS ago that you turned two. What a slacker I am, not writing this post until now. Well you can blame your sister. There will be a lifetime of that I’m sure. Suddenly things got crazy, maybe I should say crazier.  Lucky for your dad and me, you took the arrival of your sister in stride. I have to say that I think we can thank Maggie for some of that. She has not been a very demanding baby, so the level of attention we pay you hasn’t declined greatly. You are a big help with Maggie, and I would guess enjoy the attention that a new baby brings. Plus, with Maggie here, you get more one on one time with Dada. He took you to see your first movie at the theater. You saw Frozen on the really big TV. He also took you on your first sledding trip. You loved the two trips down the hill, but then your hands got cold and it WAS TIME TO GO.

I can’t BELIEVE how much you’ve grown, changed, learned in just ONE YEAR. Year one is all about size and year two is all about your brain. You know all your colors, only sometimes confusing pink and white. You are quickly learning numbers and letters. Sometimes I worry we can stimulate your brain enough. You soak it all in. I mean ALL of it. You repeated your first cuss word last month. Luckily, you aren’t too good with the s’s so it sounded like ‘it’. 

Your vocabulary continues to surprises us, while your pronunciation continues to confound us. I think I’m better at understanding you than your dad. You hurt your pinkie yesterday and when I told your dad, he didn’t believe me that you knew what your pinkie was. He immediately began quizzing you. “Caroline, where is your pinkie?” Don’t take offense; he does it to me too. Its just his way of showing his amazement at your intellect. (At least that’s what I tell myself when he challenges me).

Our biggest challenges right now are centered on communication. You know exactly what you want but you can seem to get me to understand. OH THE FRUSTRATION! You cry those big crocodile tears as I throw a string of questions at you, trying to figure out the problem. There have been many times that we stand looking at each other, tears streaming down your face and my heart breaking that I don’t know what it is you are trying to say.

It goes something like this:
“Are you Hungry?”
“Do you want a hug?”
“NO MOMMA, no hug!”
“Do you want to color?”
“NOOOOO!”  Crying intensifies. I’m getting colder.
“Do you want to go bye-bye?”
“Do you want a waffle?”
“YEAH!  Waffle!” Hands reach triumphantly overhead in victory.
I’m never really sure if you wanted a waffle to begin with or if that just sounded so good that you forgot your original request. I just have to be careful not to ask you if you want to play with knives or drive the car! I never know when you’re going to say yes. 

You give the BEST hugs! My absolute favorite is when you run to me, outstretched arms, yelling MOMMA. I sweep you up. All limbs are enthusiastically curl around me. If you are really excited, I get big pats on my back as I hold you as close as possible. You are a great snuggler too. On those lazy weekend mornings, when I’m curled up on the couch, you climb in next to me and we watch TV. I’ve even learned how to balance both you and your sister in my arms, because I love the couch snuggles so much. 

I can’t wait to see what this next year brings. I can’t imagine that you will continue to change and grow at such a breakneck speed, but only time will tell.

I love you so much. 

The Momma!



Friday, February 7, 2014

Dear Maggie, Boogabo, Stinker, MJ, Mags

You are such a joy and so full of smiles. Just when I think I’m at the end of my rope from lack of sleep after a long of night of putting the pacifier back in your mouth for the THOUSANDTH TIME and nursed you at least twice in the wee hours of the night/morning; you greet me with the biggest smile and coo. you greet me and the day with such happiness that I’m re energized to do it all again. Thank you! I think your sister thanks you too because no one likes a grumpy momma.

You are such a happy baby, only crying when something is wrong. It is so rare that even Caroline has started to say “awe Maggie” if you ever are upset.

If I can’t fix what’s ailing you, it usually means you have gas. You are the cutest baby but OMG your farts could peel paint off the walls. It even trumps the dogs! You’ve only been at the sitter a week but already your gas in infamous.

I feel like I need to tell you to slow down. You are already trying to sit on your own. There is NO NEED for you to grow up too fast, unless it means sleeping through the night. That would be just fine with me. I mean, just look at your sister, she still wants to be a baby, climbing into your car seat and bouncy chair for attention.

I’m back at work now, which means the Maggie and Mom one-on-one time has come to an end. I will miss all of our uninterrupted snuggles. I love you so much and I look forward to so much more.