Sunday, March 21, 2010
We sat down this evening and attempted to compile a list of words Elliott now knows. Some will be repeats from the old list. Some will be missing because they are already on the old list. And because we accept imperfection in order to make things happen. Here goes!
Airplane (She has an eagle eye for these things)
Again (she hears a song she likes, do something that makes her laugh)
Bath (Don't say this word unless you intend to give her one. Baby loves that bath!)
Buba (sippy cup)
Boca (like the burger)
Bed (she likes to jump in hers)
Brush (We have tooth brushes stashed around house so she does not lose her good one)
Bootie (Pirates Bootie Snack)
Computer (in her own way)
Cheese (for the camera or to eat)
Cool (the food is not hot it is cool)
Corn (with an !!)
Dia (short for quesadilla! she says it three times in a row with a dance)
"Happy Birthday" (happybee - she likes the song and want to sing it when she sees a picture of cake)
Go (with sign, take you by hand to door and says + signs, "go")
Open (anything liquid)
Poo poo (but hides/runs when diaper needs to be changed)
Pen (loves 'em)
Please (with sign)
Stairs (can't get enough of them)
Thank You (so sweet! "dee coo")
Wash (making hand washing motion, El LOVES to wash her hands! and water play!)
Vroom Vroom (motorcycles. If she sees one she says "Dada")
No (sparingly, thank goodness!)
Turtle ("towta". I LOVE the way she says turtle. I can't get enough of it!)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
To take the knife away you must trade with more appealing and shiny water bottle.
To get your slobbered cell phone back you trade the plastic spatula.
Today, in order to get a pencil out of Elliott's hands, I traded a stick of deodorant. She has never really held one before and I thought it was a good trade.
And it was. (Cap on) She started to apply it!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Elliott has been a nursing baby for 18 months. I decided long ago that I loved being a nursing mom and she definitely loved being a nursing baby. Over a short period of time, I have become less happy with the arrangement. I am not sure why. I think I just wanted my body back - and that little girl was getting pushy! Putting her hands down my shirt in all kinds of inappropriate places.
So, I consulted with a few friends, a few random strangers and a doctor and we are ready (well, I am ready).
The plan is to only nurse before bed.
Elliott is not pleased. I know she can handle it. She goes all day with out compaint when I am at work on monday. I know my baby for sure, and her cries and whines of complaint are not that of torture; but she liked things fine just the way they were.
As a result, she is a handful!
This morning she was up at Jer took the am shift. No nursing. It was rough and she was cranky for about an hour and a half. At , after a little breakfast but still moody we left the house still in our PJs and went for a drive. Distracted, Elliott enjoyed it. We then went to my parent’s house for a change of scenery.
As you can see – we were pretty desperate.
The remainder of the day was filled with playgroup and a play date which helped tremendously.
We are being very sensitive to her loss and providing lots of attention, distraction and love in order to help ease the discomfort.
It’s a loss for me to, change is hard. Our little girl is growing up.
I was happy to end our tough day with a long nurse and Elliott blowing us kisses good night.