So my daughter has just started figuring out how to control the sounds coming out of her mouth. She's the proud owner of several words: Mama, Dada, Baby (her first!), Baa (ball), Up (usually said in a whiny tone) and, her favorite, No. She loves putting a "b" sound in front of many other words. Thus, "Grapes" becomes "Bapes," "Cups" becomes "Beps," etc. etc.
One of our friends gave Evie a musical toy for her birthday in February--Lulu the Word-Spinning Spider. Lulu's pretty cool--she'll play a guessing game with her charges where your baby's tasked with trying to figure out what word she's spinning via a small light display on her tummy. Lulu will also walk you through each of the letters of the alphabet as you pat her tummy, or, in what's Evie's favorite move, she'll sing the entire alphabet song.
Evie loves music, and has begun singing along to some of her favorite lullabies. The other day, when we patted Lulu's tummy and she sang the alphabet song, Evie started to sing along. It went something like this: "Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, beeeee."
Basically every letter was a B--ya gotta love that.
Showing posts with label Evelyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Evelyn. Show all posts
Monday, April 02, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Bonkers
Wow, it looks like I have even fewer readers than I thought--or maybe just fewer readers than I thought with literary pretensions. I'll leave it up for a couple more days, just to see if there are any stragglers out there, and give you the answers next week.
In the meantime, why don't I tell you a quick story about Evelyn. She's started to really figure out how this world works in the past few weeks. From walking, to putting things inside of other things, to refusing to eat certain foods at certain times (I don't think there's a food out there that she's consistently refused, except for the "meat" baby food. After tasting those items, I can understand why). We'll often find things where we didn't expect them, like a screwdriver in the refrigerator, or a stuffed animal in one of our pots. And of course, getting into the bathtub can be quite an adventure as well, just because we're never sure what might actually be in there.
The other day, Megan and I were having a conversation about, oh, I don't know what. Evelyn, as is her wont, decided that she needed either or both of our attention right then. And I mean, RIGHT THEN. She didn't take kindly to our admonishment to wait a few seconds, seeing as she doesn't understand the concept of time and all, and so decided to get our attention in a more forceful manner. She walked over to our bathroom cabinet, stood extremely close to it, and bumped her head gently into it. And by gently, I mean VERY gently--I don't think it would have bruised an overripe avocado. Then, she turned to us and cried, loudly, as if saying, "see what happens when you don't pay attention to me? I bump my head and get hurt!"
Megan and I were both trying not to laugh at this point, and needless to say, Evie got what she wanted--our attention. Since then, she's done it a couple more times, never hitting her head hard, but just enough to pretend that she's hurt. Ah, parenting. . .
In the meantime, why don't I tell you a quick story about Evelyn. She's started to really figure out how this world works in the past few weeks. From walking, to putting things inside of other things, to refusing to eat certain foods at certain times (I don't think there's a food out there that she's consistently refused, except for the "meat" baby food. After tasting those items, I can understand why). We'll often find things where we didn't expect them, like a screwdriver in the refrigerator, or a stuffed animal in one of our pots. And of course, getting into the bathtub can be quite an adventure as well, just because we're never sure what might actually be in there.
The other day, Megan and I were having a conversation about, oh, I don't know what. Evelyn, as is her wont, decided that she needed either or both of our attention right then. And I mean, RIGHT THEN. She didn't take kindly to our admonishment to wait a few seconds, seeing as she doesn't understand the concept of time and all, and so decided to get our attention in a more forceful manner. She walked over to our bathroom cabinet, stood extremely close to it, and bumped her head gently into it. And by gently, I mean VERY gently--I don't think it would have bruised an overripe avocado. Then, she turned to us and cried, loudly, as if saying, "see what happens when you don't pay attention to me? I bump my head and get hurt!"
Megan and I were both trying not to laugh at this point, and needless to say, Evie got what she wanted--our attention. Since then, she's done it a couple more times, never hitting her head hard, but just enough to pretend that she's hurt. Ah, parenting. . .
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Birthday bliss
Well, we had a wonderful little shindig--pictures to be posted when I can get around to it. Preparations started Friday (Evie's actual birthday) as Megan started cooking and baking for the party itself, which was Saturday. Ham loaf was on the menu (tastes much better than it sounds . . . MUCH better) as well as other fixin's, and Megan decided to make one of those "theme cakes." You know, the ones in the shape of a Care Bear or Pikachu or something similar. Megan decided to do one in the shape of a train, which sounded simple enough.
Well, it wasn't.
After borrowing the molds from a friend, Megan baked the cake itself Friday, and started icing the thing Saturday morning. Two hours later, she was finally finished with it. Sporting Evie's name, a gumdrop coal car, and chocolate sprinkle wheels, the cake was a thing of beauty, befitting a first birthday of a first child, I think. What took the most time was the painstaking process of creating tiny icing "stars" that covered the sides of the cake. Instead of just slathering the icing on, the space had to be filled with little drops of icing, done one at a time. The effect, though painstaking, resembles impressionistic painting, a sort of "Seurat pastry," if you will. After all of that, it took Evie about 5 seconds to get her hands into the cake, an additional 2 seconds for her to discover that it tasted really good, and then about 10 seconds before she had the rest of it on her hands, face, lap, and parents. Good times.
Thanks for all of the birthday wishes. Lucas, if this blog is still around when she can read, you can bet I'll be looking up your comment and showing it to her.
Next time: Marketing Musings
Well, it wasn't.
After borrowing the molds from a friend, Megan baked the cake itself Friday, and started icing the thing Saturday morning. Two hours later, she was finally finished with it. Sporting Evie's name, a gumdrop coal car, and chocolate sprinkle wheels, the cake was a thing of beauty, befitting a first birthday of a first child, I think. What took the most time was the painstaking process of creating tiny icing "stars" that covered the sides of the cake. Instead of just slathering the icing on, the space had to be filled with little drops of icing, done one at a time. The effect, though painstaking, resembles impressionistic painting, a sort of "Seurat pastry," if you will. After all of that, it took Evie about 5 seconds to get her hands into the cake, an additional 2 seconds for her to discover that it tasted really good, and then about 10 seconds before she had the rest of it on her hands, face, lap, and parents. Good times.
Thanks for all of the birthday wishes. Lucas, if this blog is still around when she can read, you can bet I'll be looking up your comment and showing it to her.
Next time: Marketing Musings
Friday, February 16, 2007
Happy Birthday, Evie!
Today is my first daughter's first birthday. I remember around this time last year, when Megan and I had lunch at a local restaurant on Valentine's Day, and then went in to the hosptial for her induction. At this point, Evie was two weeks late, and according to the prevailing medical wisdom, the womb becomes a hostile place for a baby after about two weeks or so. On the advice of our physician, then, we checked in to DuPont Hospital in order to start the long, painful (for Megan, especially) process of labor.
Two days of increasingly painful contractions later, a different doctor (not our physician, but a very nice lady) recommended a C-section due to failure to progress. At that point, we felt as if we had come that far, we might as well finish the process, so we agreed to the C-section, and not 20 minutes later, I got to see Evelyn's face for the first time.
She was a pretty big baby, weighing in at a massive 10 lbs., 8 oz, with the chubbiest cheeks you'd ever seen. Holding her for the first time, standing in the corridor outside the OR while they finished taking care of Megan, I don't remember feeling much at all, except relief that both the baby and Megan were okay.
One year later, I feel like things have finally started to sink in. Evelyn's life, her views, her character, her memories of growing up--many of those things are directly or indirectly going to be influenced by our parenting and the type of home we give Evie. My prayer is that her childhood is a happy, stable one and that she grows up knowing and valuing the things that are truly important in life, particularly a relationship with God in the person of Jesus Christ.
But that's all for the future, right?
For now, we've got a birthday party planned for tomorrow--I'll try to post pics here on the blog. If you have any birthday wishes or comments, I'll pass them along, though it seems most likely that they won't have much of an impact on her yet, seeing as how she can only say about 20 words or so. More on her party on Monday!
Two days of increasingly painful contractions later, a different doctor (not our physician, but a very nice lady) recommended a C-section due to failure to progress. At that point, we felt as if we had come that far, we might as well finish the process, so we agreed to the C-section, and not 20 minutes later, I got to see Evelyn's face for the first time.
She was a pretty big baby, weighing in at a massive 10 lbs., 8 oz, with the chubbiest cheeks you'd ever seen. Holding her for the first time, standing in the corridor outside the OR while they finished taking care of Megan, I don't remember feeling much at all, except relief that both the baby and Megan were okay.
One year later, I feel like things have finally started to sink in. Evelyn's life, her views, her character, her memories of growing up--many of those things are directly or indirectly going to be influenced by our parenting and the type of home we give Evie. My prayer is that her childhood is a happy, stable one and that she grows up knowing and valuing the things that are truly important in life, particularly a relationship with God in the person of Jesus Christ.
But that's all for the future, right?
For now, we've got a birthday party planned for tomorrow--I'll try to post pics here on the blog. If you have any birthday wishes or comments, I'll pass them along, though it seems most likely that they won't have much of an impact on her yet, seeing as how she can only say about 20 words or so. More on her party on Monday!
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