Photographic evidence that Audra has teeth. I know you were wondering. We were, too.
Showing posts with label our precious girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our precious girl. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Hiiiii!
This morning Audie walked from room to room, pointing at everything and babbling excitedly. Every time she saw one of us she would say "hiiiii!" happily, then turn and walk back out, babbling all the way down the hallway and into the next room.
Pretty sure I don't need to tell you how much I adore this baby girl. Or her bow.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
12-18.
I did not love 12-18 months the first time around.
In fact, it was kind of terrible. Cute, but terrible. Lots of biting and insane tantruming and general unpleasantness.
But this time around? Oh heavens.
This little lady is 15 months old. And she has become a total firecracker. Our once reserved, laid back, observant little girl is now an instigator, a tease, a tantrum thrower, and a daredevil.
My kids never cease to surprise me.
I mean, Audra is still Audra. She is still reserved and observant, but she's become a little less laid back. She now has opinions, and she will gladly, and loudly, let you know what they are.
We took her to urgent care for a suspected ear infection two weeks ago, and she gave the doctor a stone-faced stare down that resulted in the physician saying "She looks like she might shiv me!"
We call that her B face. I don't think I need to explain that to anyone. Looks a little something like this:
I hope that face will be used for good and not evil when she's a teenager. Like when a guy who doesn't bathe regularly, isn't on the honor roll, and whose parents we don't like asks her out.
She's a sassy little thing. And she has some serious spunk. She pokes and prods and laughs at Calvin constantly, which I find hilarious. Him, not so much — though he has a lot of patience with her. She's super active, and is never content to sit still. She loves to be flipped around, thrown in the air, and fake dropped. She would jump on our bed for hours if we let her. Her tantrums are hilarious — she folds herself in half and puts her head on the floor and wails. Like a crying teepee.
Babies are her favorite toy right now. She has a few of them, and she likes to give them lots of hugs and kisses while saying "Baby. Baby. Baby." over and over again. She loves puppies and pants with her tongue out every time she sees one. She's a total bookworm just like her mama and brother — her favorites right now are Let's Dance Little Pookie, Counting Kisses, Touch and Feel Baby Animals, Noah's Ark, and Brown Bear Brown Bear — and she loves to pull all of Calvin's books off his shelf.
She also loves to eat. Her favorite food, by far, is cheese. She can down a cheese stick in less than a minute. She generally eats what we eat, but avocado, blueberries, cheetos (no judging), strawberries, hummus on pita chips, scrambled eggs, edemame, raw mushrooms, cottage cheese, applesauce, and yogurt are her favorites. She's not really into meat these days, but she can put the hurt on a hot dog.
Her vocabulary is made up of seven words (mama, dada, uh oh, hi, bye, baby, blankie), a handful of sign language (all done, more, water) and some emphatic head shaking (NO!). She loves to be held (so long as you're moving...sitting still is not okay) and has gotten slightly more comfortable with snuggling, though she is still a very independent sleeper. We read, we sing, I hold her for as long as she'll allow, and then she goes in her bed, where she flips to her stomach, scrunches her butt up in the air, and stares at me until I leave the room. She sleeps from 7-7, and naps for two hours in the afternoon.
The other night before bed I asked her to put her toys away. I don't know why I asked her, because I didn't actually expect her do it, but lo and behold...she walked her two little wooden condiment bottles over to her play kitchen and put them on the shelf. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get them on it, but that's where she'd gotten them and that's where she was returning them. For cute.
I feel like 15 months marks the beginning of the end of her babyhood. She's still so deliciously baby-like in many ways, with that chubby little finger pointing out things that delight her and lots of squeals and grunts and running around naked. But her understanding of the world is getting broader, and her vocabulary and physical abilities are, too. She's growing so fast I can hardly believe it. But instead of the sorrow I expected to feel watching my last baby grow into a little girl, there is only joy.
12-18 months. Who knew.
Audra's 15 months stats:
Weight: 22lbs 1oz (37th)
Height: 31.5in (84th)
Head: 18.24in (67th)
In fact, it was kind of terrible. Cute, but terrible. Lots of biting and insane tantruming and general unpleasantness.
But this time around? Oh heavens.
This little lady is 15 months old. And she has become a total firecracker. Our once reserved, laid back, observant little girl is now an instigator, a tease, a tantrum thrower, and a daredevil.
My kids never cease to surprise me.
I mean, Audra is still Audra. She is still reserved and observant, but she's become a little less laid back. She now has opinions, and she will gladly, and loudly, let you know what they are.
We took her to urgent care for a suspected ear infection two weeks ago, and she gave the doctor a stone-faced stare down that resulted in the physician saying "She looks like she might shiv me!"
We call that her B face. I don't think I need to explain that to anyone. Looks a little something like this:
I hope that face will be used for good and not evil when she's a teenager. Like when a guy who doesn't bathe regularly, isn't on the honor roll, and whose parents we don't like asks her out.
She's a sassy little thing. And she has some serious spunk. She pokes and prods and laughs at Calvin constantly, which I find hilarious. Him, not so much — though he has a lot of patience with her. She's super active, and is never content to sit still. She loves to be flipped around, thrown in the air, and fake dropped. She would jump on our bed for hours if we let her. Her tantrums are hilarious — she folds herself in half and puts her head on the floor and wails. Like a crying teepee.
Babies are her favorite toy right now. She has a few of them, and she likes to give them lots of hugs and kisses while saying "Baby. Baby. Baby." over and over again. She loves puppies and pants with her tongue out every time she sees one. She's a total bookworm just like her mama and brother — her favorites right now are Let's Dance Little Pookie, Counting Kisses, Touch and Feel Baby Animals, Noah's Ark, and Brown Bear Brown Bear — and she loves to pull all of Calvin's books off his shelf.
She also loves to eat. Her favorite food, by far, is cheese. She can down a cheese stick in less than a minute. She generally eats what we eat, but avocado, blueberries, cheetos (no judging), strawberries, hummus on pita chips, scrambled eggs, edemame, raw mushrooms, cottage cheese, applesauce, and yogurt are her favorites. She's not really into meat these days, but she can put the hurt on a hot dog.
Her vocabulary is made up of seven words (mama, dada, uh oh, hi, bye, baby, blankie), a handful of sign language (all done, more, water) and some emphatic head shaking (NO!). She loves to be held (so long as you're moving...sitting still is not okay) and has gotten slightly more comfortable with snuggling, though she is still a very independent sleeper. We read, we sing, I hold her for as long as she'll allow, and then she goes in her bed, where she flips to her stomach, scrunches her butt up in the air, and stares at me until I leave the room. She sleeps from 7-7, and naps for two hours in the afternoon.
The other night before bed I asked her to put her toys away. I don't know why I asked her, because I didn't actually expect her do it, but lo and behold...she walked her two little wooden condiment bottles over to her play kitchen and put them on the shelf. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get them on it, but that's where she'd gotten them and that's where she was returning them. For cute.
I feel like 15 months marks the beginning of the end of her babyhood. She's still so deliciously baby-like in many ways, with that chubby little finger pointing out things that delight her and lots of squeals and grunts and running around naked. But her understanding of the world is getting broader, and her vocabulary and physical abilities are, too. She's growing so fast I can hardly believe it. But instead of the sorrow I expected to feel watching my last baby grow into a little girl, there is only joy.
12-18 months. Who knew.
Audra's 15 months stats:
Weight: 22lbs 1oz (37th)
Height: 31.5in (84th)
Head: 18.24in (67th)
Monday, December 31, 2012
Birthmas.
Audra here. Just wanted to let you all know that what they say is true: Christmas birthdays are the worst.
Nobody takes time to celebrate you, because they're too preoccupied with the holidays.
You don't even get a homemade cake, just some grocery store cupcake that originally had a plastic martini glass stuck on it. And then everyone STARES at you like you're some kind of freak while singing an unintelligible song.
Seriously, lady. WHAT?
Okay, fine. I guess the grocery store cupcake wasn't that bad.
But no one bothers to dress up for your birthday dinner...or even smile at the camera for pictures. Just look at these weirdos. (Help, help, someone help. I'll just keep clapping until I get some help.)
You can't get the dang cards open, no matter how much you shake them. And no one buys you anything because they've already gotten you Christmas presents. I mean, look at that pathetic pile of "birthday" gifts. You know as well as I do that everyone split up the cost of my Christmas gifts between both holidays.
Plus the grownups hoard the real cake for themselves. Oh, and your mom forgets to take a picture until after she cuts into it, because you know, CHRISTMAS.
Like I said. The WORST.
Except for the cupcake. That was alright, I guess.
Nobody takes time to celebrate you, because they're too preoccupied with the holidays.
You don't even get a homemade cake, just some grocery store cupcake that originally had a plastic martini glass stuck on it. And then everyone STARES at you like you're some kind of freak while singing an unintelligible song.
Seriously, lady. WHAT?
Okay, fine. I guess the grocery store cupcake wasn't that bad.
But no one bothers to dress up for your birthday dinner...or even smile at the camera for pictures. Just look at these weirdos. (Help, help, someone help. I'll just keep clapping until I get some help.)
You can't get the dang cards open, no matter how much you shake them. And no one buys you anything because they've already gotten you Christmas presents. I mean, look at that pathetic pile of "birthday" gifts. You know as well as I do that everyone split up the cost of my Christmas gifts between both holidays.
Plus the grownups hoard the real cake for themselves. Oh, and your mom forgets to take a picture until after she cuts into it, because you know, CHRISTMAS.
Like I said. The WORST.
Except for the cupcake. That was alright, I guess.
***
Audra's 12 month stats: 21lbs 1oz (49th), 31 inches (90th)
Thursday, December 27, 2012
One.
Love you always.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Eleven down, one to go.
Yeah. The chair really isn't the best place for pictures of Audra anymore.
The crib seemed a safer choice. Though I think it might be time to lower the mattress.
Audra is 11 months old! Plus a few days. (As previously noted, I am behind on the blog.) Our little lady has changed so much in these last few weeks.
We've witnessed her first tantrums (is there anything cuter than watching a baby throw herself on the floor in desperation and begin wailing because you won't let her chew on a dog toy?), and she's grown more confident in her crawling/pulling up/standing skills — most recently attempting to stand independently for a few moments at a time.
Her favorite foods are cheese, chicken, fruit, cottage cheese, pumpkin pancakes, and avocado. She's gotten quite adept at picking out anything that resembles a vegetable, and will quickly toss it over the side of her high chair to Mattie. She's joined Calvin's morning ritual of having dry cereal in a snack trap before school, and loves working her way through the little cup of Cheerios Nate brings her every morning.
She recently discovered the play kitchen, and loves to stand at it while waving pots, pans, and utensils around. Calvin's matchbox cars are her favorite toys, along with the Little People fireman and farmer, whose faces she enjoys eating. She has yet to latch on to a lovey, though she sleeps with a bunny and blanket every night.
Eleven to twelve hours of sleep at night is (finally) the norm. When she wakes up too early in the morning we ignore her, and she either puts herself back to sleep or turns on her musical soother to entertain herself. She loves music, and her little body grooves to every song it hears — whether from a toy, one of Calvin's tv shows, or her mama at bedtime.
She never stops moving. She still doesn't like to cuddle with us, and getting her to bed can feel like an olympic event some nights. But she loves to be held, to be near us. While still shy and reserved around people she doesn't know well, she's smiley and silly at home and at school. Her teachers adore her just as much as we do, and regularly tell us what a delightful baby she is.
There have been a lot of changes in our daughter this month (and year) but that is definitely not one of them. Audra is and always has been a delightful baby.
If only I could bottle it for the teenage years.
The crib seemed a safer choice. Though I think it might be time to lower the mattress.
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| If you've ever seen a picture of Nate as a child, you're probably gasping right now. She couldn't look more like her daddy. |
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| He was kissing her hands. These two are the sweetest. |
We've witnessed her first tantrums (is there anything cuter than watching a baby throw herself on the floor in desperation and begin wailing because you won't let her chew on a dog toy?), and she's grown more confident in her crawling/pulling up/standing skills — most recently attempting to stand independently for a few moments at a time.
Her favorite foods are cheese, chicken, fruit, cottage cheese, pumpkin pancakes, and avocado. She's gotten quite adept at picking out anything that resembles a vegetable, and will quickly toss it over the side of her high chair to Mattie. She's joined Calvin's morning ritual of having dry cereal in a snack trap before school, and loves working her way through the little cup of Cheerios Nate brings her every morning.
She recently discovered the play kitchen, and loves to stand at it while waving pots, pans, and utensils around. Calvin's matchbox cars are her favorite toys, along with the Little People fireman and farmer, whose faces she enjoys eating. She has yet to latch on to a lovey, though she sleeps with a bunny and blanket every night.
Eleven to twelve hours of sleep at night is (finally) the norm. When she wakes up too early in the morning we ignore her, and she either puts herself back to sleep or turns on her musical soother to entertain herself. She loves music, and her little body grooves to every song it hears — whether from a toy, one of Calvin's tv shows, or her mama at bedtime.
She never stops moving. She still doesn't like to cuddle with us, and getting her to bed can feel like an olympic event some nights. But she loves to be held, to be near us. While still shy and reserved around people she doesn't know well, she's smiley and silly at home and at school. Her teachers adore her just as much as we do, and regularly tell us what a delightful baby she is.
There have been a lot of changes in our daughter this month (and year) but that is definitely not one of them. Audra is and always has been a delightful baby.
If only I could bottle it for the teenage years.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Let me sleep on it.
So.
This one:
is nine months old.
I won't even try to explain how this makes me feel. Because, well...
WAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Let's just say I'm not ready for any permanent forms of birth control and I'm not sure whether that's because I actually want more babies or I just really can't stand the thought of losing the ones I already have.
Probably a little of both, but we're going to sleep on that for a couple of years.
Here are Audie Lou's official nine month stats:
Weight: 19lbs (50th)
Height: 28.75 inches (86th)
Head: 17.75 inches (79th)
And her unofficial ones:
At nine months, Audra is opinionated. And active. And she has crazy hair. I keep trying to put little bows and barrettes and ponytail holders in it but she's super squirmy and her hair is super fine and it's just not working, so we're embracing the crazy.
She's crawling now, and she has four teeth with two more working their way out. I'm hoping the next one to arrive is the other top middle, because right now she has the two bottom middles and a top middle and a top side. Her smile is lopsided, adorable, and just a little redneck.
She loves to eat. She's still nursing, but no more baby food for this girl. She is an independent eater with a taste for carbs, cheese, and avocado (for she is her mother's daughter). Plus anything she finds on the floor. If you try to feed her with a spoon or give her something she doesn't like, she waves both of her arms in front of her face like a crazy person doing karate.
Her mamas and dadas are beginning to sound more purposeful, and she has begun to wave hello and goodbye. She loves playing peekaboo and is starting to take an interest in toys and books...Calvin's mostly. Every morning she wakes up and cries and fusses until we come get her, but it's all for show — the second she sees us she's grinning from ear to ear and reaching out her arms for us to pick her up.
At home, she spends most of her time trying to get to the dog's water bowl. As soon as she turns the corner into the kitchen, one of us will say "Audra..." in a gentle tone and wait. Without fail, she backs up, peeks around the corner at us, and grins. She never gets very far.
She often puts her head down on my shoulder in the sweetest little way, then immediately pops it up like "yeah, just kidding." Audra is not a cuddler. She loves being held and always wants to be near us, but she doesn't like to be snuggled and really prefers to do her own thing.
Luckily, her own thing is pretty darned cute.
Nine months is wonderful. Audra is wonderful. Truth be told, I don't really need to sleep on it. Nate does, but I don't. I would love a house full of Audras.
I'm probably good with just the one Calvin, though. (See next post.)
This one:
I won't even try to explain how this makes me feel. Because, well...
WAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Let's just say I'm not ready for any permanent forms of birth control and I'm not sure whether that's because I actually want more babies or I just really can't stand the thought of losing the ones I already have.
Probably a little of both, but we're going to sleep on that for a couple of years.
Here are Audie Lou's official nine month stats:
Weight: 19lbs (50th)
Height: 28.75 inches (86th)
Head: 17.75 inches (79th)
And her unofficial ones:
At nine months, Audra is opinionated. And active. And she has crazy hair. I keep trying to put little bows and barrettes and ponytail holders in it but she's super squirmy and her hair is super fine and it's just not working, so we're embracing the crazy.
She's crawling now, and she has four teeth with two more working their way out. I'm hoping the next one to arrive is the other top middle, because right now she has the two bottom middles and a top middle and a top side. Her smile is lopsided, adorable, and just a little redneck.
She loves to eat. She's still nursing, but no more baby food for this girl. She is an independent eater with a taste for carbs, cheese, and avocado (for she is her mother's daughter). Plus anything she finds on the floor. If you try to feed her with a spoon or give her something she doesn't like, she waves both of her arms in front of her face like a crazy person doing karate.
Her mamas and dadas are beginning to sound more purposeful, and she has begun to wave hello and goodbye. She loves playing peekaboo and is starting to take an interest in toys and books...Calvin's mostly. Every morning she wakes up and cries and fusses until we come get her, but it's all for show — the second she sees us she's grinning from ear to ear and reaching out her arms for us to pick her up.
At home, she spends most of her time trying to get to the dog's water bowl. As soon as she turns the corner into the kitchen, one of us will say "Audra..." in a gentle tone and wait. Without fail, she backs up, peeks around the corner at us, and grins. She never gets very far.
She often puts her head down on my shoulder in the sweetest little way, then immediately pops it up like "yeah, just kidding." Audra is not a cuddler. She loves being held and always wants to be near us, but she doesn't like to be snuggled and really prefers to do her own thing.
Luckily, her own thing is pretty darned cute.
Nine months is wonderful. Audra is wonderful. Truth be told, I don't really need to sleep on it. Nate does, but I don't. I would love a house full of Audras.
I'm probably good with just the one Calvin, though. (See next post.)
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