As you may know, Norah celebrated her birthday this week. You may also know that I usually do a little 'interview' with her as she gets another month older. This month, fittingly enough, she had a LOT to say. She had no interest in playing with or eating her cake, but lots to say!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Norah's thoughts on turning 1
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Twins!
Today Norah and I wore pretty much the same outfit - pink tiedye t-shirts and jeans
Please hold your comments on our similarities on this one :)
Please hold your comments on our similarities on this one :)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Writer's Block!
As is often the case when I have something big to write at work, I have writer's block. The unfortunate thing is that if affects my blogging, both here and at work too! (Yes, I also have a blog at work) So, at work, when I am stumped and need some content, I put out and SOS to the rest of my team, to see if anyone else has something to say... So here it is folks, who is out there, and what do you have to say? I've had over 100 posts, and I know you're out there, cause I know you in real life and you tell me!
Now, I am off to try and come up with something more profound than my facebook status!
Rest assured, there will at least be some pics and videos up soon!
Now, I am off to try and come up with something more profound than my facebook status!
Rest assured, there will at least be some pics and videos up soon!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Too much too soon?
I bought Norah some cool toddler-markers. I ignored the label that said “18 months” as I paid my $6 for 3 markers, not to mention what I paid for the giant pad of “activity paper”. Last night, we finally had an opportunity to try them out, and she loved them! You may be wondering why I don’t have any scanned copies of her masterpieces posted here. Well it turns out that Norah loved to eat both the paper and the markers, and the only masterpieces that were produced were on her face, her shirt, and the rug in the living room (mental note, try the paints in the kitchen, or outside!) I patiently showed her how to make marks on the paper, and guided tiny hand across the vast white expanse, but alas, those were the only marks that made their way onto the paper!
As I wrote last week, we quit with bottles and formula. Since then, we all had a nasty stomach bug and Norah has been cutting some molars. Needless to say, we all had a couple of days where we really didn’t feel like eating much of anything. We kept offering juice, water, milk, but she really didn’t seem to want any of it. Monday night I gave her a Popsicle, which she loved as she munched it down quickly. “Supermom at your Service” I thought to myself! For multiple reasons too unsavory to mention, I was up more or less all night that night, and when Norah woke and could not be consoled around 5:30 am the next morning, Matt and I were both at our wits’ end.
She was writhing violently, climbing and clawing me in the process, she wasn’t interested in popsicles (my secret weapon!) and Oragel didn’t seem to make a dent in the tooth situation. When Matt suggested we try a bottle, I felt defeated, but honestly, I didn’t know what else to do, so bottle it was… she happily slurped it down, and slept until after 9:00. Guess she was hungry. Supermom was deflated…. Pppppfffffttttttt …
Today, Thursday, I awoke after a full night’s sleep and I was showered and ready when she woke up, but instead of our usual quiet chatting and snuggling time, we had a repeat of Tuesday morning’s scene… after 25 minutes of wrestling with her, and offering her several different sippy cups, I broke down and gave her a bottle again, of milk this time. Pppppfffffttttttt… she slurped it up, and we went along with our morning routine. At least it was milk, I guess. She’s been fine all day at daycare, happily sipping from her cup like the big girl she is.
So now I wonder, am I pushing her too much too soon? I don’t want to be one of those mothers, as she is growing up, but I do want to challenge her to do her best, as my parents did for us. I really don’t know, as usual, so I guess we continue and see how it goes.
If at first you don’t succeed – adjust! No choice anyway ... I wonder how that will look on my uniform?
As I wrote last week, we quit with bottles and formula. Since then, we all had a nasty stomach bug and Norah has been cutting some molars. Needless to say, we all had a couple of days where we really didn’t feel like eating much of anything. We kept offering juice, water, milk, but she really didn’t seem to want any of it. Monday night I gave her a Popsicle, which she loved as she munched it down quickly. “Supermom at your Service” I thought to myself! For multiple reasons too unsavory to mention, I was up more or less all night that night, and when Norah woke and could not be consoled around 5:30 am the next morning, Matt and I were both at our wits’ end.
She was writhing violently, climbing and clawing me in the process, she wasn’t interested in popsicles (my secret weapon!) and Oragel didn’t seem to make a dent in the tooth situation. When Matt suggested we try a bottle, I felt defeated, but honestly, I didn’t know what else to do, so bottle it was… she happily slurped it down, and slept until after 9:00. Guess she was hungry. Supermom was deflated…. Pppppfffffttttttt …
Today, Thursday, I awoke after a full night’s sleep and I was showered and ready when she woke up, but instead of our usual quiet chatting and snuggling time, we had a repeat of Tuesday morning’s scene… after 25 minutes of wrestling with her, and offering her several different sippy cups, I broke down and gave her a bottle again, of milk this time. Pppppfffffttttttt… she slurped it up, and we went along with our morning routine. At least it was milk, I guess. She’s been fine all day at daycare, happily sipping from her cup like the big girl she is.
So now I wonder, am I pushing her too much too soon? I don’t want to be one of those mothers, as she is growing up, but I do want to challenge her to do her best, as my parents did for us. I really don’t know, as usual, so I guess we continue and see how it goes.
If at first you don’t succeed – adjust! No choice anyway ... I wonder how that will look on my uniform?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Norah News: Fab Feb Photos
I've been a little slack lately with both pics and posting, so I am going to OD tonight....
Here is Miss N getting into a little trouble after church last Sunday... of course she was a big hit in this skirt from Aunt Susan - especially when she made a break for it after communion!
And here she is on her easy-riding trike that she got for Christmas... boy she loves this trike!!
As you may recall, Norah didn't have a lot of hair for a long while... she's not quite ready for pig tails yet, but she finally had enough hair to put a bow in!
Here is Miss N getting into a little trouble after church last Sunday... of course she was a big hit in this skirt from Aunt Susan - especially when she made a break for it after communion!
And here she is on her easy-riding trike that she got for Christmas... boy she loves this trike!!
As you may recall, Norah didn't have a lot of hair for a long while... she's not quite ready for pig tails yet, but she finally had enough hair to put a bow in!
And finally (for this installment at least) here she is as we're getting ready to go to Matt's open house last weekend. Little did I realize, this was her workout outfit! She cruised the halls at the highschool for over an hour!
Norah News: Housekeeper in Training
In our continued effort to get out of doing the housecleaning, we've started to train Norah to clean the kitchen... she can't quite reach everything yet, but she's coming along nicely
Honestly, I have no idea where she picked up this handy skill (or the swiffer I posted a few weeks ago either for that matter) but I can't say I mind... Apparently on day at daycare, she picked up a cloth and started cleaning the table with it. Ever since then if we hand her a cloth and say "Norah, clean the fridge, cupboard, whatever", this is what she does
Friday, February 6, 2009
Norah News: Milka Milka!
There has been lots going on with me this past week, but much of it is not appropriate to post about on a blog where anyone can see! Suffice to say, it didn't really have me in the writing mood! Alls well that ends well, and I think this one has!
In other news, our Norah, in addition to mastering the art of temper tantruming, has hit another, more admirable milestone - she's done with bottles! (I think!) While it kind of happened accidentally, it was something I had planned in the coming weeks as she neared her first birthday.
For the past number of months, Norah has been waking up between 5:00 and 6:00 am for a bottle, and then heading back to sleep until 7:00 or 7:30. This worked well for us. Matt often got to see her before he headed off to work, and I was almost guaranteed a peaceful shower. Well, progress comes at a price. More on that in a moment.
The other morning she slept right through what would be her morning bottle, so I took the opportunity to head straight to breakfast. No ill effects were apparent, so I thought to myself, alright, let's see how tomorrow goes. In a totally unrelated event, she was out of formula at daycare that same day. Before you think I'm delinquent, I had planned for that to be her last tin of the stinky, pricey stuff, figuring the daytime bottles would be easy to skip.
So, upon getting this piece of (good?) news when I picked her up, I recognized an opportunity, and didn't offer her a bottle at bedtime either. We were expecting a rough night, but I am very happy to report that while I did hear her stir around 4:00, she wasn't ready to get up until 6:00!
Two days later, no formula, no bottles, and 2 decent nights sleep - though she's messed with the schedule and my showers were not the relaxed start to my day that I prefer, but I suppose that is the price of progress!
In other news, our Norah, in addition to mastering the art of temper tantruming, has hit another, more admirable milestone - she's done with bottles! (I think!) While it kind of happened accidentally, it was something I had planned in the coming weeks as she neared her first birthday.
For the past number of months, Norah has been waking up between 5:00 and 6:00 am for a bottle, and then heading back to sleep until 7:00 or 7:30. This worked well for us. Matt often got to see her before he headed off to work, and I was almost guaranteed a peaceful shower. Well, progress comes at a price. More on that in a moment.
The other morning she slept right through what would be her morning bottle, so I took the opportunity to head straight to breakfast. No ill effects were apparent, so I thought to myself, alright, let's see how tomorrow goes. In a totally unrelated event, she was out of formula at daycare that same day. Before you think I'm delinquent, I had planned for that to be her last tin of the stinky, pricey stuff, figuring the daytime bottles would be easy to skip.
So, upon getting this piece of (good?) news when I picked her up, I recognized an opportunity, and didn't offer her a bottle at bedtime either. We were expecting a rough night, but I am very happy to report that while I did hear her stir around 4:00, she wasn't ready to get up until 6:00!
Two days later, no formula, no bottles, and 2 decent nights sleep - though she's messed with the schedule and my showers were not the relaxed start to my day that I prefer, but I suppose that is the price of progress!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Norah News: Mama Drama
It seems wee Norah is a little advanced for her age!
"Great News!" you must be thinking. Not so much. It seems that I have a teenager trapped in a teeny little 1 year old body! Now Norah has been a drama queen since early on, she had one cry when something was actually wrong, and one for, let's say, 'dramatic effect'. Even back then I was on to her, and thought, "oh boy, the teenaged years are going to be FUN!" I just didn't expect them until at least 2018!
Norah has taken to having temper tantrums - yes, at not quite one year old, she will lay on her stomach, kicking her feet and crying. Makes a mother proud. Really. The first few times, I didn't really know what I was looking at, but as she keeps attempting this type of behavior, it's clear to me that I need to figure out how to deal with it. I spoke with one of her daycare teachers about it today, and she felt that a lot of kids go through a phase like this, though not many while they are still in the infant room, mostly in the toddler rooms (see, told you she was advanced)
One of her favorite times to pull this trick is when it's time for me to leave her at daycare, which drives me bananas! Once I leave the room, she is nothing but smiles and giggles (yes, I peek in the window on the way out!) and she also seems to hate to leave! All it really does is ensure I feel really guilty when I am leaving. It turns out that this has a name: Mama Drama, and it is like Krptonite to a Supermom. Good to know I am not alone.
"Great News!" you must be thinking. Not so much. It seems that I have a teenager trapped in a teeny little 1 year old body! Now Norah has been a drama queen since early on, she had one cry when something was actually wrong, and one for, let's say, 'dramatic effect'. Even back then I was on to her, and thought, "oh boy, the teenaged years are going to be FUN!" I just didn't expect them until at least 2018!
Norah has taken to having temper tantrums - yes, at not quite one year old, she will lay on her stomach, kicking her feet and crying. Makes a mother proud. Really. The first few times, I didn't really know what I was looking at, but as she keeps attempting this type of behavior, it's clear to me that I need to figure out how to deal with it. I spoke with one of her daycare teachers about it today, and she felt that a lot of kids go through a phase like this, though not many while they are still in the infant room, mostly in the toddler rooms (see, told you she was advanced)
One of her favorite times to pull this trick is when it's time for me to leave her at daycare, which drives me bananas! Once I leave the room, she is nothing but smiles and giggles (yes, I peek in the window on the way out!) and she also seems to hate to leave! All it really does is ensure I feel really guilty when I am leaving. It turns out that this has a name: Mama Drama, and it is like Krptonite to a Supermom. Good to know I am not alone.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Chase is on!
My Dad told me a month or so ago not to be in a rush for Norah to walk and talk... he said that once she started walking and talking, I'd be spending much of the next 15-20 years telling her to sit down and be quiet!
Well today I got some idea what he was talking about! At church this morning, Norah made her first attempt to make a break for it, heading out the aisle just after communion. It was her first real outing with big kid shoes (ie hard soles) since she learned how to walk.
Then, this afternoon, we went to an open house at the school that Matt has been working on for the past couple of years. They had a nice program in the new auditorium, but Norah wanted no part of it. Instead, she and I spent the better part of an hour practicing her new skill - picture a wide open lobby with several connecting hallways, beckoning little Miss N to explore! Well explore she did!
I think we might be in for a good night's sleep tonight!
Well today I got some idea what he was talking about! At church this morning, Norah made her first attempt to make a break for it, heading out the aisle just after communion. It was her first real outing with big kid shoes (ie hard soles) since she learned how to walk.
Then, this afternoon, we went to an open house at the school that Matt has been working on for the past couple of years. They had a nice program in the new auditorium, but Norah wanted no part of it. Instead, she and I spent the better part of an hour practicing her new skill - picture a wide open lobby with several connecting hallways, beckoning little Miss N to explore! Well explore she did!
I think we might be in for a good night's sleep tonight!
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