The other night we were attempting to coax a very sleepy, bleary eyed and increasingly cranky Taylor into bed. As a way of distracting her from her own cranky frame of mind and the fact that I was about to put her to bed, I started to tell her of all the wonderful people who loved her. In short: Mommy loves Taylor, Daddy loves Taylor, Baby Evan loves Taylor. My list continued on to include the grandparents. Then Taylor, face bright with enthusiasm takes over the list.
Taylor: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, you forgot about something"
Me: "What baby?"
Taylor: "Uncle Bill and Risa love Taylor too. And Uncle Greg. Chelsea and Dylan love Taylor. Raz loves Taylor, Gabbie, loves Taylor, Crumpy loves Taylor" (the last three are our dog and cats)
Me: "Yes baby, all of them love you too"
Taylor: "Wait a minute! Elmo loves Taylor. Mr Earth loves Taylor. My Abbey loves me........"
And so her list continued to incorporate all of her dolls individually and various inanimate objects in the room, including the TV and Step Stool. As we walked towards her bedroom the list of people, animals and things that she believed to love her grew and grew By the time she was finally in bed, she seemed quite calm and pleased with herself. I truly hope that she continues to feel that loved by everybody around her for the rest of her life.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Mother's Day and Milestones
Little man has finally done it. On May 7th he finally rolled over onto his belly without trapping one of his little arms underneath him! Unfortunately I was at work when this occurred and missed the event. Very sad for me. Not bad for 3 1/2 months. That following Tuesday on May 12th he rolled from back - front front-back back-front. This I was delighted to have seen!! Although I'm not sure that was what he had intended to do. He had a lot of momentum going into the first roll, and it looked like it just kinda kept him going. The surprised look, turned joy on his face was hysterical. I can just imagine him thinking something like "whoa, that was awesome...lets do it again".
This milestone for Evan was thoroughly celebrated by big sis, who takes credit for having "taught" Evan to roll over. Yes, she was there cheering him on while observing his daily strains and struggles as he attempted to coordinate his little body to roll and assume the crawl position. Some days she's lay down in front of him and say "no baby Evan, like this" and demonstrate a pencil roll. She'd roll all the way across the room and back to him. Other days she's clap her hands and cheer his efforts by offering kind words of encouragement. On occasion she'd stand over him and scream at him drill Sergent style "flip over already" or "flip over baby Evan". Once in awhile she'd attempt to physically help him by pulling on an arm, leg or his head. Most days she'd squat down next to him and shoving her hands under his shoulders and lower back. Then she'd grunt and strain like a weight lifter all the while trying to lift and flip her brother. On one or two unfortunate instances she'd attempt to assist him with her foot. Yeah, yikes. She's stick her foot in his back and attempt to flip him....when the gentle foot prodding method failed to yield the desired result, she took a running start and in true soccer style attempted to punt her brother over. Fortunately I was near enough to interrupt this. All in all his new found milestone has been greatly celebrated by Big Sis and his parents. Little man of course looks simply overjoyed and extremely proud of himself.
His next trick seems to be learning to crawl. So far he's well on his way. If he's laying on my bed, he'll roll onto his belly, stretch out his arms, grab the bottom sheet and pull himself forward. He has tried this technique on the carpet with little success . On the carpeted floor he can roll to his belly and scrunch his knees underneath himself, he just hasn't quite figured out how to propel himself forwards.
So this past Mother's day was the first mother's day I have had off of work since I was pregnant with my oldest. This alone was a treat in and of itself. In reality the best gift I could ask for was just having the day to spend time with Jay and the kids. Taylor in true toddler style couldn't quite figure out why Mommy was getting a present and she wasn't. We were all curled up in bed, Taylor hands me a little present, but then of course wants to help me open it, which is fine. But she kept asking where hers was. Makes sense I guess. Jay explains to her that on Mother's Day "mommy gets a present for being a mommy". And without missing a beat Taylor responds with "Well what about for Taylor being Taylor"? I love the logic. We then explained that that's what birthday's are for. But still I was impressed with her quick wit as it relates to the naturally/developmentally self centered universe of toddlers .
This milestone for Evan was thoroughly celebrated by big sis, who takes credit for having "taught" Evan to roll over. Yes, she was there cheering him on while observing his daily strains and struggles as he attempted to coordinate his little body to roll and assume the crawl position. Some days she's lay down in front of him and say "no baby Evan, like this" and demonstrate a pencil roll. She'd roll all the way across the room and back to him. Other days she's clap her hands and cheer his efforts by offering kind words of encouragement. On occasion she'd stand over him and scream at him drill Sergent style "flip over already" or "flip over baby Evan". Once in awhile she'd attempt to physically help him by pulling on an arm, leg or his head. Most days she'd squat down next to him and shoving her hands under his shoulders and lower back. Then she'd grunt and strain like a weight lifter all the while trying to lift and flip her brother. On one or two unfortunate instances she'd attempt to assist him with her foot. Yeah, yikes. She's stick her foot in his back and attempt to flip him....when the gentle foot prodding method failed to yield the desired result, she took a running start and in true soccer style attempted to punt her brother over. Fortunately I was near enough to interrupt this. All in all his new found milestone has been greatly celebrated by Big Sis and his parents. Little man of course looks simply overjoyed and extremely proud of himself.
His next trick seems to be learning to crawl. So far he's well on his way. If he's laying on my bed, he'll roll onto his belly, stretch out his arms, grab the bottom sheet and pull himself forward. He has tried this technique on the carpet with little success . On the carpeted floor he can roll to his belly and scrunch his knees underneath himself, he just hasn't quite figured out how to propel himself forwards.
So this past Mother's day was the first mother's day I have had off of work since I was pregnant with my oldest. This alone was a treat in and of itself. In reality the best gift I could ask for was just having the day to spend time with Jay and the kids. Taylor in true toddler style couldn't quite figure out why Mommy was getting a present and she wasn't. We were all curled up in bed, Taylor hands me a little present, but then of course wants to help me open it, which is fine. But she kept asking where hers was. Makes sense I guess. Jay explains to her that on Mother's Day "mommy gets a present for being a mommy". And without missing a beat Taylor responds with "Well what about for Taylor being Taylor"? I love the logic. We then explained that that's what birthday's are for. But still I was impressed with her quick wit as it relates to the naturally/developmentally self centered universe of toddlers .
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