Thursday, May 28, 2009

Giving You Some Cute







Here's to thick thighs, lime green, hand-me-downs and what-the-hell-take-the-picture-already looks from sweet baby girls born exactly one year apart!

Coming Clean

I'm addicted to Etsy. I'm coming clean.

I thought I would share some of my favorite Etsy shops.


Chickabiddy Baby Boutique
Found Hadyen's sock doll here.

Maya Papaya
Found Hayden's hair clips here.

Moppets Closets
Found my necklace here.

Nest Pretty Things
Found Hayden's dream catcher here.

Pirilampo Riscado
Found my wool necklace here.

Pixie Blossoms
Found my bag here.



Go check'em out!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

15 Month Stats

Height: 32 inches (between 75 and 90 percentile)

Weight: 21.2 lbs (between 10 and 25 percentile) (I must add that she was weighed while carrying a loaded weapon.)

So, yeah, she's fairly tall and yeah, she's fairly thin. Whaddaya know, she's built just like her daddy and mama. Shocker!

Hayden was a very good girl while at the doctor's office on Friday, until she shit her drawers and had to have her diaper changed. If it were up to her she would run around carrying a load all day. Seriously. She acts as if she has no clue she just creating a stink bomb in her pants. Like she isn't toting another 1/2 pound or so around with her for all the world to smell.

I'm not quite sure what set her off once we were in the exam room but all hell broke loose. She wanted on the table, no wait, she wanted off the table. Then she wanted to tear the pages from the magazines, bang on the keyboard, drag the stool across the floor in order to make an unholy, completely mind-numbing noise that only she could appreciate (it's 9:30 for God's sake), all while wearing her look-at-me-I-dare-you-to-stop-me-I'm-misbehaving face. She wears this face a whole hell of a lot. No clue where she got it from.

Two vaccines later and we were free to go. Of course, we go back in three months. By then though I will have rummaged through my common sense files stored in the farthest corners of my brain and produced a novel idea. An idea so clever I will without a doubt be wearing my damn-I'm-good-you-can-thank-me-later-mama-is-the-smartest-how-you-like-me-now face. It looks shockingly similar to the face I wear when I roll up to work each and every day during the summer.

I'll illustrate the face once busy season starts, it won't be long, it's right around the corner.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Briefing: 15 Months

Dear Hayden,
My, my. 15 months, here we are, as I knew we would be. I didn't know, however, that life with you at this age would be so much fun, so routine, yet so evolving. You have become quite the little sweetheart, toddling here, there, you go everywhere, and you do so with gusto!

It is with tedious patience that I sit and write you this briefing. You will soon learn that patience is hard for me to come by, it eludes me now and always has. If I ever find any it will be because of you. Of this, I am sure.

Recently, I began writing down in my journal all of the little things that I notice about you, about your character, who you are, right now, at this particular moment. I note your quirks, the things you laugh at, what makes you cry, your voluminous hair, the list goes on and on. Your personality is really shining through. I catch vivid glimpses of the little girl you are sure to become. I see the little girl that I am sure my parents saw all those years ago.



Hayden, you are a "dream" (to quote your daddy). He would know, he keeps you at home with him Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sandy has you Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She started dialysis in April of this year and refused to give you up completely, I can't blame her. You spread some much needed and appreciated light into an otherwise dark situation.



Back to you and your daddy, what a sweet relationship the two of you have. He is an awesome father, you got lucky, just like I did with my dad. You definitely are your daddy's little girl. You have him wound so tightly around your finger. He will forever stay that way. It wouldn't be far fetched to say that he has you right where he wants you too, you adore him and you show it. At night when we are watching tv you sit between his legs on the floor and watch tv too. In bed you curl into the curve of his body and sleep like the baby you are. In the morning, if he wakes up first, he lightly tickles your face to ease you into the day. Easy, that is your relationship with your daddy. Easy, simple, sweet and true.



Each and every morning you wake up with the wildest hair, you my dear have serious bed head. Your hair has a mind of it's own, especially now that it is longer but has yet to thicken up. Your daddy and I are constantly amused by your hair and it's whimsical behavior. I am also hoping that it gets darker as you get older.



Time has changed you and I couldn't ask for a happier child. Not that you weren't happy before now, but now you are pretty much pain free. By that I mean you don't have all 20 teeth trying to erupt at once. To the best of my knowledge (you still adamantly refuse to let me see your teeth) you are finished teething. All of your teeth are through the gum but not quite in place completely. From the looks of it you were blessed with big teeth, just like your daddy and I, lucky you!



Another milestone bites the dust, not 8 months ago you didn't have a tooth in your mouth. I am thrilled that you have a mouth full of teeth now, they were hard earned. I know because I was right there by your side the whole time. You have exceeded my expectations in the first 15 months of your beautiful life. I honestly had no idea you would be walking, running, spinning, (your new thing, you spin and spin until you fall down, then you get up, inch closer to the nearest sharp corner and do it again, try and stop you, one will pay) climbing (anything, everything, scaring me terribly) and understanding so much. I am sure there are things you don't get but for the most part you know what is being said to you. Whether you listen or not is a different story entirely. You have started showing interest in repeating words that you like. Occasionally, you will say something besides daddy and mama that you aren't repeating, words you know by heart and are clear to everyone. Words like dog (do, long o) and duckie (du-a, short u, short a) and outside (o, long o, i, long i) and Ickus (icku, you leave the s off).



The other day I was sitting on the couch and you brought your shoes over to me. You said o-i, o-i. It took me a second but I knew you were saying outside. I make you put your shoes on before you go outside, so this made perfect sense. I have also heard you say Hayden, chicken, picture, and what sounds like right here, there it is and here I am but I wouldn't bet my life that you will say them again anytime soon. You are very stubborn when it comes to talking. I realize this won't always be the case so I am not complaining. There will inevitably come a day when I beg you to be quite...and to stop jumping on the couch.



A month ago you started making this popping sound/motion with your mouth. Just like that you stopped. Now, when I look at you and make the sound you look back at me like I am a lunatic. Go figure! I guess this pretty much sums up how life with you will be. One day you are my baby, the next my little girl, before I know it you will be my teenager and I will have lost all my hair, just like that.

Seriously, Hayden, I love you. I love you like I have never loved anyone. I love you as much as you love your daddy, as much as you love me, as much as you love your blanket, all wrapped up and combined. I love you, Hayden. Come on. Let me hear you say it, I love my mama. And you do, you make it so obvious, and for that I love you a little bit more, nah! That's not possible, is it?



Love,
Mama

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Whimsically Mine



Photo by Zee @ Pixie Blossoms



This is the bag (see wishlist) handmade by Zee at Pixie Blossoms. It was in her Etsy shop. Was being the key word. I finally broke down and bought the beauty. I have been pining for this bag for so long. Zee finally put it on clearance and hell, I had to have it. I will now be taking it off my wishlist, thank you very much!

Where I Come From



Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin'
Starin' up at heaven
Where I come from

Alan Jackson

Hayden's very own rocking chair, to be used for sittin', pickin' (butts & noses), and starin', in that order!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Here's to a Great Weekend

This past weekend was a great weekend. On Saturday Hayden and I went to see my cousin's baby boy. He is 7 weeks old. And adorable.


We had not seen him yet (long story, not going into detail here) and jumped at the chance to do so. My sister also came to visit and brought Ingrid. She is 3 months old.


A year and a half ago there wasn't a single baby in the family, now there are four. If things go the way we all want them to the babies will grow up together and be close to one another like we all did and are. The four babies are all less then 15 months apart. Success! No planning involved. Life, in this aspect, couldn't have played out better.

Sunday, Mother's Day, started out sunny and warm. The sun disappeared about the time we headed out to Lake Winnepasaukah, which was what I had hoped would happen. Nothing like baking in the hot sun while wrangling a toddler and standing in a line. The awesome thing about the park is that not many people know what a treasure it is. It is small (not much walking involved), quaint, the lines are not long, move fast and a family of nine can get in for under $100.00. Seriously. I must say that my mom and dad didn't ride anything and were only charged a gate admission fee; and Isaiah, who is 8 months old, was admitted free due to his not being able to walk, talk, or participate in anything other than stroller-lounging. Five of us had unlimited ride bracelets and Hayden was given fourteen tickets to ride whatever her little heart desired. She was told to meet us back at the gate at 6:00 sharp, no objections.


Before I could even turn her little hand loose she had picked up the most colorful fellow at the park. Indeed! That there is D'ante (pronounced with a long D, not short). And no, Hayden didn't pluck him out of the rough, he came with us. He was part of our nine, one of the riders. Good thing he was there too because the guy manning the car ride informed me that I couldn't get on the car ride with Hayden, after I had already gotten on the car ride with Hayden, sitting down, in the seat, on the car ride, with Hayden. "Uh, ma'am, you can't ride with her. Sorry, not my rules, sorry." So, what was going to be a casual ride with mama turned into a joy ride with an older, dare I say more experienced dude. Thankfully, this dude happens to be her cousin and he is seven and she is one.

Hayden, as well as the rest of the pack, had a great time at Lake Winnie and will for sure, without a doubt, go back this summer.

Happy Mother's Day! I hope every mama had a weekend just as fulfilling as mine.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wash Out


Rain, rain...go away.
Visit us another day.


...preferably not this week or this weekend, as I would love to mow the knee-high grass taking over the yard that my daughter and I love to stroll around and can't because the puddles are so damn deep I'm afraid we will wash away, right along with my garden.

Remember these. Well, the green beans and cantaloupe made it into the ground two weekends ago. Not exactly sure how many plants of each I ended up with, I'm going to guess about 10 bean plants and 8 cantaloupe plants. I'll be lucky if 3 of each make it (see wash away above). I had every intention of planting the peas and corn last weekend but Mother Nature had other plans.

It has done nothing but rain since last Friday. Poor Hayden doesn't know what to do with herself if she can't go outside. Fortunately, she has found an activity that she thoroughly enjoys and can be done inside.


Unfortunately, she has found an activity that she thoroughly enjoys and can be done anywhere, including, but not limited to, the couch, random books, walls, tile, you name it, it can and probably will be marked with the seal of Hayden. The seal looks like this:



I am going to take the few crayons we have left and melt them down in an attempt to make my own crayon rocks, sort of like these:


http://www.stubbypencilstudio.com/upgrade/supplies/cy0003.htm

Requirements:
Crayons
Mold
Oven
Time

I have the first three, no problem. It's the last one I'm lacking. Oh time, why do you have to be so elusive. I have so much love to show you if you would just slow down, stop flying by.

I read several blogs that are authored by women, mamas. Their blogs are beautiful and updated often. I ask myself where they find the time. Not necessarily the time to write about all they do but the time to actually do it. I loosen the slack and remind myself that I am holed up in an office 45 hours a week, my daughter is 14 months old, the list goes on. In my mind I see what lies ahead, when the day is mine and my daughter is a bit older. I can't wait for those days, not rushing them to me, but anxious nonetheless.