Amelie had some weird bumps appear on her body recently. They are fading and all is well. We are hoping it was just some skin irritation. But, she got used to me asking how her bumps looked over the past week and she decided to ramp up her imagination
Finally after a few days, she told me that they weren't bumps, they were her new boobies. Apparently she has lots of new boobies now. She also has 4...yes...exactly 4 new friends called baby Amelie's. They follow her everywhere, they have lots of wonderful conversations with her, and she takes great care of them.
How do these two things go together you ask? Well, tonight she put all of her baby Amelie's under her shirt so that they could nurse on all of her new boobies. Yes, she actually said, "nurse".
Her imagination has been running wild and I love it. It's hard to chose what to document because every day is something so new and funny. I want to compartmentalize everything she does and have it fully documented. That's why I like blogging. I don't have a lot of time for it, but it's worth it. I look forward to her reading this someday and reminiscing about these amazing first years with her. It's tough, and very challenging having little ones but they are so brilliant and amazing. They bring me so much joy and I am so grateful for this experience.
I love you Amelie Mae...and all of your new friends and especially all of your new boobies.
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Not wanting to grow up
Until Amelie was born, I was the only kid on the planet that didn't want to grow up. I still remember not wanting to turn 4 and my mom secretly telling me that I didn't have to turn 4, but I did have to go to my party where everyone was waiting for me.
Well, Amelie doesn't want to be 3. She constantly reminds me that she still wants to be 2. And she never says "when I grow up...". She says, "When I was bigger....". I try to tell her that she can't go backwards, but I don't want to break her heart. I of all people understand her pain. I just want my mommy to hold me all the time, wipe my tears, and take care of me. (I would also like my daddy to pay my bills...what do you say, dad???)
The best moment was when she went to the dentist and the dentist kept trying to talk her out of sucking her thumb. She would say things like, if you turn 3 and you suck your thumb you will get monsters in your mouth and I was like...she doesn't even know what monsters are. She then said that her fingers are dirty and that is icky to put them in your mouth. I told her...she doesn't care about dirt. She then tried to tell her that she won't be able to be a big girl if she sucks her thumb and I was like...GREAT...she doesn't want to grow up anyways...thanks a lot.
The dentist looked at me like good luck with that one...I've got nothing left. You can't really penetrate this girl. If she wants something she will get it. If she doesn't want something, she will make damn sure it doesn't happen. Some of my friends struggle with the will of their children and I encourage them to embrace it and try to smile about it. It's a beautiful thing.
Picture that kid as an adult in society. They are going to kill it. They are going to have tenacity, confidence, and drive to be successful. I think it's great and even though she and I still have our battles, I know that she is an awesome person.
It doesn't mean that I'm not scared for Brielle to turn 2 and possibly be more terrible than Amelie...boy that girl is a fire ball. But, even in the tough times, I can still appreciate the fire inside of them. They are going to be AWESOME!!!
Well, Amelie doesn't want to be 3. She constantly reminds me that she still wants to be 2. And she never says "when I grow up...". She says, "When I was bigger....". I try to tell her that she can't go backwards, but I don't want to break her heart. I of all people understand her pain. I just want my mommy to hold me all the time, wipe my tears, and take care of me. (I would also like my daddy to pay my bills...what do you say, dad???)
The best moment was when she went to the dentist and the dentist kept trying to talk her out of sucking her thumb. She would say things like, if you turn 3 and you suck your thumb you will get monsters in your mouth and I was like...she doesn't even know what monsters are. She then said that her fingers are dirty and that is icky to put them in your mouth. I told her...she doesn't care about dirt. She then tried to tell her that she won't be able to be a big girl if she sucks her thumb and I was like...GREAT...she doesn't want to grow up anyways...thanks a lot.
The dentist looked at me like good luck with that one...I've got nothing left. You can't really penetrate this girl. If she wants something she will get it. If she doesn't want something, she will make damn sure it doesn't happen. Some of my friends struggle with the will of their children and I encourage them to embrace it and try to smile about it. It's a beautiful thing.
Picture that kid as an adult in society. They are going to kill it. They are going to have tenacity, confidence, and drive to be successful. I think it's great and even though she and I still have our battles, I know that she is an awesome person.
It doesn't mean that I'm not scared for Brielle to turn 2 and possibly be more terrible than Amelie...boy that girl is a fire ball. But, even in the tough times, I can still appreciate the fire inside of them. They are going to be AWESOME!!!
Amelie, AMELIE...AMELIE MAE!!!!
This is what I sounded like today when for the first time I lost my child at the park. Granted, it wasn't for very long, but it was the scariest thing I have ever felt in my life.
It felt like a split second that she was playing on this contraption and then she was gone. I calmly started to call her name and I started getting more and more intense. Then it got very serious and the middle name started coming out....AMELIE MAE!!!!
I was watching my friend's baby while she took her son to the bathroom, so I scooped her up along with Brielle and with a baby on each hip I was running around screaming for my child. What surprised me most was how my thoughts were manifesting in the situation. My biggest fear (beyond just the fear of losing her and what could happen to her) was thinking that I would have to tell Brad that I had lost our child. I don't know why that was so significant.
But, The thing that just shocked me was that people would look at me and just carry on with a smile. I wanted to say "get that !@#$%^& smile off your face and help me find my kid you idiots!!! Not until I started asking people if they saw her did 1 lady start to help me find her. It blew my mind that people could be that oblivious, selfish, or just plain retarded. Personally, I think they were all retarded. I should have told them all to get on the short bus after I finally found her and calmed down. I know, that's not nice, but Dang it...you just don't leave a mother hanging like that.
Finally, the woman helping me said that there was a little girl coming out of the bathroom, but there was a stroller blocking the doorway. I was just praying that it was her. I finally saw my friend and I yelled for her and told her that I couldn't find Amelie. Luckily, Amelie had gone with her to the bathroom and she was that little girl trying to get out. I literally ran over to Amelie and just held her while I cried. It was so emotional. Even into this evening every moment with her had a different meaning. I felt lucky to be holding her, laughing with her, reading stories to her, and watching her tear my couch apart so she could jump on it.
It just happened to be a miscommunication between my friend and I. I couldn't even be frustrated at that. When you find your child, who cares about anything else. Little things just have no bearing on a situation like that.
Wow, what a day. I thank God that she is safe and that he reminded me of how much I love her and how the little things in life really don't matter that much if you have the right perspective.
It felt like a split second that she was playing on this contraption and then she was gone. I calmly started to call her name and I started getting more and more intense. Then it got very serious and the middle name started coming out....AMELIE MAE!!!!
I was watching my friend's baby while she took her son to the bathroom, so I scooped her up along with Brielle and with a baby on each hip I was running around screaming for my child. What surprised me most was how my thoughts were manifesting in the situation. My biggest fear (beyond just the fear of losing her and what could happen to her) was thinking that I would have to tell Brad that I had lost our child. I don't know why that was so significant.
But, The thing that just shocked me was that people would look at me and just carry on with a smile. I wanted to say "get that !@#$%^& smile off your face and help me find my kid you idiots!!! Not until I started asking people if they saw her did 1 lady start to help me find her. It blew my mind that people could be that oblivious, selfish, or just plain retarded. Personally, I think they were all retarded. I should have told them all to get on the short bus after I finally found her and calmed down. I know, that's not nice, but Dang it...you just don't leave a mother hanging like that.
Finally, the woman helping me said that there was a little girl coming out of the bathroom, but there was a stroller blocking the doorway. I was just praying that it was her. I finally saw my friend and I yelled for her and told her that I couldn't find Amelie. Luckily, Amelie had gone with her to the bathroom and she was that little girl trying to get out. I literally ran over to Amelie and just held her while I cried. It was so emotional. Even into this evening every moment with her had a different meaning. I felt lucky to be holding her, laughing with her, reading stories to her, and watching her tear my couch apart so she could jump on it.
It just happened to be a miscommunication between my friend and I. I couldn't even be frustrated at that. When you find your child, who cares about anything else. Little things just have no bearing on a situation like that.
Wow, what a day. I thank God that she is safe and that he reminded me of how much I love her and how the little things in life really don't matter that much if you have the right perspective.
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