My Amelia had her first ballet class today. As I mentioned before, she is taking a few little classes in town. I had looked and looked for something for her that wasn't too strict or serious (she is four, after all), but it seemed that all of the classes at the local dance halls were that and then some. Anything involving make-up and the words "princess" or "diva" is instant repellent for me. I was fortunate to find some short-term (5 week) classes that allow her to be in small groups for half an hour at a time once a week ... and on Thursdays she gets to wear something pretty and pink. Although she is the first one to be digging in the mud or attempting to climb a tree, she certainly enjoys putting on something pink and floaty. I smile at the balance that just comes natural to her.
Amelia Kate
August 18, 2011
December 03, 2010
Jack Fell Down & Broke His Crown
(This is Jack's new smile. It is, as you can see, an extremely aggressive attempt to show every tooth he has managed to grow in his little head. Bless his heart, I love it. And, yes, he is inside my dryer.)
Oh, Jack Jack. You, my son, are some kind of something.
The other day Jack had an incident. An accident, rather. It was aptly dubbed by my friend Karen as the day Jack fell down and broke his crown. Praise the Lord...and I mean, praise the Lord, that he is well and with not so much as a scratch or knot. He fell down the entire flight of stairs. Hardwood stairs. I was actually at a Wednesday night group with some friends from church, and Mike was home with the babies. They were at the top of the stairs together, fixing to go down, when Jack went bump. According to Mike, he was running one step behind Jack until they both made it to the bottom, where he scooped him up to check him over a hundred times. Amelia Kate's rendition of the event varies only slightly with the addition of a colorful four-letter lovely that Daddy spouted as he scrambled down the stairs after Jack. (To settle any curiosity, it was the "sh-" one.) Please, please imagine my face when I hear that trash come falling out of my 3-year-old daughter's mouth. Of the many things I have learned during my three-year stint as a mother, swift retrieval of composure was the talent I called on at that moment. I calmly told her she cannot say that word, to which she faithfully assured me that she had not said it ... but that daddy had been the one. Oh my... Let us hope her memory does not serve her for this.
November 14, 2010
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Post otherwise titled:
The Day Amelia Kate Swallowed a Diamond
Just as I was in the middle of a leisurely soak (rare event, mind you) in the tub, I heard a mild roar of commotion in the hallway. Amelia Kate was midway to hysteria, which, like my soaks, is rare. She was insisting to her daddy that she had eaten "all of it, and now it was gone!!!" Mike, bless his heart, had no clue what she was talking about. I called Amelia into the bathroom and asked her what had happened.
"I ate your ang-rings in my mouth, and now it's all gone!!"
("Ang-rings" are earrings.)
Grrrrrrrrrrreat! Oh my word! I later discovered that it was just the stone, and thankfully not the whole setting and post. So now I am waiting around for it to resurface. Just so I know that it is not hanging out in her GI tract. Not because it is an actual diamond. Because it's not. And I'd have to think long and hard as to if I would still keep it anyway. HA!
Has this kind of thing happened to anyone else?? Please tell me it has!!
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Image Credit: Tiffany & Co.
May 10, 2010
Wanna Dance??
Oh mercy, y'all...today we were at Goodwill, and Amelia Kate was so taken with this fabulous little frock that there was just nothing doing but to bring it home with us. Despite my many (many, I tell you) attempts to lure her away, she just continued to stand there and marvel at it's billowy skirt in glossy-eyed awe. Even when my attempts were seemingly successful, she still managed to track it back down.
It feels like acetate. It has giant rosettes all over it. It has itchy lace on the hem, sleeve openings (the puffed sleeves, that is), as well as the tiered fall in the back. It is about 3 sizes too big for her.
All evening, she begged for me to let her wear it. I had it hanging on a doorframe in the living room where she couldn't reach it. I even caught her at one point sitting on the stairs, staring at it and talking about how beautiful it was. Now I have to figure out exactly how one would launder a garment such as this, because I fully expect her to wake up in the morning and want to put it on. Oh my....
February 04, 2010
Every Momma Crow Thinks Her Babies Are The Blackest
All about Amelia Kate these days...
She is two years and nine months old now. She weighs 27 pounds, her head is taller than my kitchen countertops, and she wears a 4T and size 9 shoes.
She has 20 teeth. She loves to brush them with her toothbrushes and "push-paste." She unfortunately also loves to bite with them. (We are working on that nasty habit, for which Jack Jack is most grateful.)
She will eat anything. I mean...the child will eat anything and everything. However, she does have favorites: raw carrots, straw-babies (strawberries), blueberries, any and all meat, noo-laws (noodles), water-welon (watermelon), cheery snows (Cheerios), sweet tea, and muk (milk). Oh, and don't let me forget shrimp. Loooves shrimp. In fact, she told everyone at Christmastime that Santa was bringing her shrimp for Christmas. :o)
She had her first "sick" doctor appointment just before Christmas. For a mild case of swimmer's ear. Bless her heart, she just loves bathtime.
She loves for us to read books to her. That one took a while, now she begs for it. :o)
She can write the letters A, X, M, W, and O. And she can count items up to 30.
She is the perfect mix of girl and tomboy. She adores her Barbies and always wants to wear my jewelry and wants her nails polished (even though she is not allowed yet). Yet, she is always more than willing to play with the boy toys and dig her hands in the mud. And she can (and unfortunately does) take down boys twice her size.
She is all potty trained up! (Except nighttime...which she is about 75% there.)
She has an iron will. I'm talking, hardcore IRON will. But she also has a momma that's ready! ;o)
Even though she is sometimes strong-willed and oftentimes wild enough to shoot at, she is always my sweet girl. She is a great big sister (little mother) to Jack. Despite the occasional "love" bites, she is very protective of him.
Just Jack...
He is 9 months old now and weighs 22 pounds. He is wearing a size 2T in his clothes and a size 4 on his feet and a size 5 diaper on his hind end. He has actually lost 2 pounds since he has been so mobile lately.
He stood up in his crib before 6 months, which had me fearful that he would walk early. Thankfully, for me, he is still just holding onto things and walking around. He will stand up without holding onto anything. But now free steps yet. Phewww.
He has liked everything he has tried in the food department so far. I hope he is as good an eater as Amelia!
He is still breastfeeding strong! :o)
He is MINE! Our little family totally plays out the dynamic of "Daddy's girl and Momma's boy." Amelia is all about her daddy. But, honey, Jack Jack is momma's. :o) I do promise I won't raise a wussy momma's boy. I fully intend to raise this son to be an loving and thoughtful and faithful gentleman for his future wife!
Both of my babies will probably never know how much I love them. They will probably never know how much I pray for them. I want them to know Him, love Him, obey Him, and serve Him every single day of there lives. And to have that deep-down burning desire to do all that. :o) I decided a long time ago, before Amelia was even born, that I was raising my children not for this world, but for another. By that, I mean that I want to do my VERY BEST to teach them God's laws and how to follow them in this world. I very much know my children will one day need to know about the sinful ways that exist out there that way when they enter it, they know how to guard themselves from it. I don't have any intentions of "sheltering" them or "putting them in a bubble," but to teach them and expose them to things at appropriate times. I want them to serve God in many ways, especially by being compassionate and loving and "radiating peace" and just jumping at the chance to help the broken people that God will put in their paths!
February 03, 2010
Crazy Hair
Lest anyone think things around here are always perfect and put together...
behold...
I must admit I think it's pretty fabulous. Check out that impressive height...
January 28, 2010
The Fuzz
I've been getting a little paranoid because there have been Atlanta Police helicopters (or as Amelia Kate says "hebbi-topters") circling around our home several times the past couple days. Now, they could just be doing training or drills or something.
Or they could be after me for this criminal act...
Hey, at least I pretended like I couldn't find the cowboy hat. :o)
January 17, 2010
S
Smiley....
Shy...
Scared...
and Sleepy...
Did I mention Sweet?
October 18, 2009
September 19, 2009
Amelia's Saturday Checklist
1. Enormous hair bow.....check
2. Best Friend Binky......check
3. Naked Barbie doll.....check
4. Sunglasses (on a rainy day, no less).....check
5. One highly entertained Momma.....check
I love you, my sweet, silly girl!
