Dear Georgia,
Here is a snippet of a hilarious conversation I had with you today. We had several funny exchanges, but this one sticks out in my mind and is still making me laugh. You spent the day with Auntie and Grandma today, and went to a movie and lunch. You saw the movie 'Rio," and this is what happened when I asked you about it. Keep in mind that we were in the car and you had your headphones on watching a movie (I didn't know that at the time).
Me: How was the movie?
You: Yeah.
Me: What?
You: Huh?
Me: Did you like the movie?
You: Yeah, a movie.
(Gibson) It was funny
Me: Did you laugh?
You: Huh?
Me: Did you laugh?
You: What?
Me: DID YOU LAUGH? At the movie?
You: What? Did I eat half?
I finally gave up after that. Seriously, you say the funniest things sometimes. After another few minutes of you yelling over your earphones we finally had to take them off of you, which of course made you mad. There are pretty much two states of Georgia - happy and mad. And they interchange quite often.
It's funny how most of your posts are conversations. We talk a lot, you and I, so I guess those are the things that I want to remember. Anyway, remember that I love you!
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Dear Georgia,
Today I broke your heart. I know because you told me so. Here's how it went down:
Me: Put on your jammies and you can have a sleepover in mommy's room.
You: NO.
Me: What did you just say to me??
You: NO, I don't WANT jammies on.
Me: Okay, then no sleepover.
You (crying): Well my heart is broken then!
Me: It's broken?
You (still crying): Yeah, it's breaking right now!
Me: Oh, no! I guess you can't have a sleepover then, if your heart is broken. Put your jammies on and you can sleep in your room tonight.
You (crying subsiding, giving way to sniffles): I think it's getting better. You just need to hug it.
Me: Hug your heart?
You: uh-huh. Hug it.
Me: Okay, I'll hug it when you have your jammies on.
You: (Happily put on your jammies)
Me: (Give you a hug)
You: (Get to have a sleepover because you're so dang adorable)
Me: (the luckiest mom in the world)
Love,
Mommy
Today I broke your heart. I know because you told me so. Here's how it went down:
Me: Put on your jammies and you can have a sleepover in mommy's room.
You: NO.
Me: What did you just say to me??
You: NO, I don't WANT jammies on.
Me: Okay, then no sleepover.
You (crying): Well my heart is broken then!
Me: It's broken?
You (still crying): Yeah, it's breaking right now!
Me: Oh, no! I guess you can't have a sleepover then, if your heart is broken. Put your jammies on and you can sleep in your room tonight.
You (crying subsiding, giving way to sniffles): I think it's getting better. You just need to hug it.
Me: Hug your heart?
You: uh-huh. Hug it.
Me: Okay, I'll hug it when you have your jammies on.
You: (Happily put on your jammies)
Me: (Give you a hug)
You: (Get to have a sleepover because you're so dang adorable)
Me: (the luckiest mom in the world)
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Dear Georgia,
Today in primary, we played a game called "The Golden Plates Lay Hidden," where I hide a set of golden plates and someone comes into the room and has to find them. It's like the hot/cold game. Well, towards the end, you wanted to be "it" along with another little boy in your class named Sam. I put you out in the hall, and told you both to be very reverent. I handed the plates to one of the presidency members who was sitting in the front of the room. I brought you back in, and we started singing Praise to the Man very softly. I guided you in the right direction, and you both stood right next to the woman holding the plates with the most confused look on your faces! I pointed to the plates in her hand, and you just looked at me and shrugged. Finally she handed them to Sam, and the round was over. You were so happy that you got a turn! It didn't matter to you that you didn't really know what the game was, or even what you were looking for. You were happy to have a chance to play the game.
I've been thinking about that, and I want to tell you something very important, so listen up. Sometimes you aren't going to know what's going on. Sometimes you're not going to know where to look, or what to do. But I always want you to try. Don't worry about the people that are watching you. Don't worry about not doing it just right, or making a few mistakes along the way. Eventually, with help from people nudging you in the right direction, you will figure it out, and then you'll know that you did it!
Thank you for being so cute, and for always making me smile. It turns out that today was my last day in primary, and I'm so glad that you got a chance to participate. I will always be happy about that.
Love,
Mommy
Today in primary, we played a game called "The Golden Plates Lay Hidden," where I hide a set of golden plates and someone comes into the room and has to find them. It's like the hot/cold game. Well, towards the end, you wanted to be "it" along with another little boy in your class named Sam. I put you out in the hall, and told you both to be very reverent. I handed the plates to one of the presidency members who was sitting in the front of the room. I brought you back in, and we started singing Praise to the Man very softly. I guided you in the right direction, and you both stood right next to the woman holding the plates with the most confused look on your faces! I pointed to the plates in her hand, and you just looked at me and shrugged. Finally she handed them to Sam, and the round was over. You were so happy that you got a turn! It didn't matter to you that you didn't really know what the game was, or even what you were looking for. You were happy to have a chance to play the game.
I've been thinking about that, and I want to tell you something very important, so listen up. Sometimes you aren't going to know what's going on. Sometimes you're not going to know where to look, or what to do. But I always want you to try. Don't worry about the people that are watching you. Don't worry about not doing it just right, or making a few mistakes along the way. Eventually, with help from people nudging you in the right direction, you will figure it out, and then you'll know that you did it!
Thank you for being so cute, and for always making me smile. It turns out that today was my last day in primary, and I'm so glad that you got a chance to participate. I will always be happy about that.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Dear Georgia,
I think I've mentioned before that you love to sing, but not that you love to tell stories. Well, a story. The story of The Bleeding Princess. Don't ask me where that came from, you just started telling it one day and now it's the only story you tell. And the funny thing is, it's almost exactly the same every time with very little variation. Today, I caught you in the tub in a performing mood. So, without further ado, I present to you "The Bleeding Princess."
I think I've mentioned before that you love to sing, but not that you love to tell stories. Well, a story. The story of The Bleeding Princess. Don't ask me where that came from, you just started telling it one day and now it's the only story you tell. And the funny thing is, it's almost exactly the same every time with very little variation. Today, I caught you in the tub in a performing mood. So, without further ado, I present to you "The Bleeding Princess."
Love,
Mommy
P.S.
You're weird.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You are a performer. You love to watch yourself in the mirror when you sing and dance. And it provides endless entertainment for anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it. For the past couple of weeks, your "rock-out" song of choice is this one:
Probably not the best video for you to watch, but hey - you're just singing along with it in the car. Anyway, it's hilarious, and you love it. Whenever she says "your love, your love, your love" you say "galub, galub, galub." And when she says "lovesick crackhead" you say "love the crackin." And at the end she says "I like your beard" and you say "I don't like your weird." Oh, man, is it funny. And it always makes my day - so keep up the performances - I'm at the edge of my seat!
Love,
The worst example in the world
aka Mom
You are a performer. You love to watch yourself in the mirror when you sing and dance. And it provides endless entertainment for anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it. For the past couple of weeks, your "rock-out" song of choice is this one:
Probably not the best video for you to watch, but hey - you're just singing along with it in the car. Anyway, it's hilarious, and you love it. Whenever she says "your love, your love, your love" you say "galub, galub, galub." And when she says "lovesick crackhead" you say "love the crackin." And at the end she says "I like your beard" and you say "I don't like your weird." Oh, man, is it funny. And it always makes my day - so keep up the performances - I'm at the edge of my seat!
Love,
The worst example in the world
aka Mom
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Dear Georgia,
It has been long time since I've written, and it seems like you've grown up so much. You are turning into a beautiful little girl, and are no longer my baby. Figuratively, of course. Because you will always be my baby. I want you to know how proud I am of your headstrong nature. I always tell people that you have the potential for the General Board. Or you'll be terrible. It will go one way or the other, and I appreciate the opportunity to step up as a mother and guide you on a path that will bring you all of the blessings I know are intended for you. You are just starting to come out of your "evil" phase, and I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel. You are stubborn, ornery, sassy, and cranky. You are also sweet, thoughtful, forgiving, and compassionate. Sadly, I'm pretty sure all of those qualities come straight from me - the good and the bad. You know what they say about apples...
Anyway, there's a lot to catch up on and I can't wait to share what you've been up to - it's been a lot! So keep growing, keep getting to know yourself, and no matter what be true to who you are - your personality will take a while to grow into! You are such a special blessing to me, and I hope you always remember that.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Dear Georgia,
Yesterday you got your hair cut.
I love your long hair.
It is thick, wavy, beautiful.
I love your long hair.
But it was starting to bother other people.
Especially your dad.
So I lost the battle, and your hair had to go.
I cried a little bit.
I know that's dumb.
Even as I write this I am very sad.
In memorium, here are some pictures of your amazing long hair.
Your short hair is cute.
It will grow (on me).
Sigh.
Sadly,
Mommy
Yesterday you got your hair cut.
I love your long hair.
It is thick, wavy, beautiful.
I love your long hair.
But it was starting to bother other people.
Especially your dad.
So I lost the battle, and your hair had to go.
I cried a little bit.
I know that's dumb.
Even as I write this I am very sad.
In memorium, here are some pictures of your amazing long hair.
Your short hair is cute.
It will grow (on me).
Sigh.
Sadly,
Mommy
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
I dropped you off at daycare today, and you were more tired than normal, but you seemed fine. You ate breakfast, got yourself dressed - just a normal day. Then, at around 11, Brenda called me and said that you threw up at the playground.
At 11:15, I picked you up, and you were as white as a ghost. You could barely walk over to me. I put you in the car, and this is what you looked like. Isn't that a sad face? My poor baby. We went inside and you went straight to sleep in my bed and slept clear through until after dinner. You seem to be fine now, but whatever bug you had really threw you off. I'm so sorry you were sick. There's nothing worse than seeing your children when they hurt, or don't feel well.
I have to admit, though. It was nice to have you be a little bit clingy. Normally you don't need a lot of cuddling, but today you have and I have LOVED it. But I hope you are 100% tomorrow - I'd rather have you be happy :)
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I have to first apologize to you. I am a distracted mommy. I have lots going on, and
Love,
Mommy
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You sneaky girl. Today your room was a disaster zone, and I asked you to clean it. I worked in the kitchen, and heard various cleaning sounds, such as clunks, crashes, grunts, slides, and grumbles. In a suspiciously short amount of time, you came running down the hall - in your undies. "Where are your clothes?" I asked. "Everything's clean, mom," you reply. Hmmm.
I walk into your room and find this...bed made (not bad for a 3-year old), and clean floor! But what is that guilty face?
AHA! I caught you, little stinker! Nice try, though!
Need I remind you that I know EVERYTHING?!
Oh, Georgia. You sure know how to make me smile.
I love you!
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You drew on the couch last night.
In orange crayon.
I was mad, and I yelled at you to go to your room.
You cried, and went upstairs.
I cleaned the couch. No harm done (thank goodness for Woolite furniture cleaner).
You eventually got to come out of your room, after I'd had time to recover from the initial shock of an orange couch.
The evening went on as normal.
Bedtime came, and I tucked you in but forgot to give you a kiss. I turned around and went back to your bed, nuzzled your face a little and told you I love you.
"I'm sorry I colored the couch."
I forgive you, sweetie. I'm sorry I yelled at you.
Love,
Mommy
You drew on the couch last night.
In orange crayon.
I was mad, and I yelled at you to go to your room.
You cried, and went upstairs.
I cleaned the couch. No harm done (thank goodness for Woolite furniture cleaner).
You eventually got to come out of your room, after I'd had time to recover from the initial shock of an orange couch.
The evening went on as normal.
Bedtime came, and I tucked you in but forgot to give you a kiss. I turned around and went back to your bed, nuzzled your face a little and told you I love you.
"I'm sorry I colored the couch."
I forgive you, sweetie. I'm sorry I yelled at you.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, January 21, 2011
Dear Georgia,
Today was pretty much just me and you hanging out, since Gibson was at a friend's house. You asked for some milk, and I poured it into a yellow cup. You got a big smile on your face and said, "I love lellow! Lellow makes me so happy!" It was so adorable! Then, we were doing laundry and you were putting the soap into the washer. Here's what our conversation was:
I love you, mom.
I love you, too, Georgia.
I love cleaning with you.
Thank you.
I'm going to be a good mommy.
Yes, you are. You're a good cleaner.
Axilly, I hate cleaning.
I hate cleaning, too.
Let's dance.
Let's do it. But let's finish the laundry first.
You do it. I'm not the mommy.
Then you danced out of the laundry room and waited for me to turn on the movie Enchanted for you. You listened to the song "How do you know" about 6 times, dancing around the room in your tutus looking pretty. You danced in front of the mirror. You danced on the ottoman. Auntie came over to visit and you dance with her. It was precious. All the while, I was folding laundry. When Auntie left, you pulled me away from the laundry and made me dance with you. Ahhh, the carefree nature of children.
Thanks for making me dance with you today. I was feeling overwhelmed and I really needed to be pulled away. You might hate cleaning, but you can see the needs of others. You're going to be a great mommy after all!
Love,
Mommy
Today was pretty much just me and you hanging out, since Gibson was at a friend's house. You asked for some milk, and I poured it into a yellow cup. You got a big smile on your face and said, "I love lellow! Lellow makes me so happy!" It was so adorable! Then, we were doing laundry and you were putting the soap into the washer. Here's what our conversation was:
I love you, mom.
I love you, too, Georgia.
I love cleaning with you.
Thank you.
I'm going to be a good mommy.
Yes, you are. You're a good cleaner.
Axilly, I hate cleaning.
I hate cleaning, too.
Let's dance.
Let's do it. But let's finish the laundry first.
You do it. I'm not the mommy.
Then you danced out of the laundry room and waited for me to turn on the movie Enchanted for you. You listened to the song "How do you know" about 6 times, dancing around the room in your tutus looking pretty. You danced in front of the mirror. You danced on the ottoman. Auntie came over to visit and you dance with her. It was precious. All the while, I was folding laundry. When Auntie left, you pulled me away from the laundry and made me dance with you. Ahhh, the carefree nature of children.
Thanks for making me dance with you today. I was feeling overwhelmed and I really needed to be pulled away. You might hate cleaning, but you can see the needs of others. You're going to be a great mommy after all!
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Dear Georgia,
It's been a long weekend! We celebrated Gibson's 6th birthday, and it was really fun. On Saturday, you got to go to Nathan's house and watch a movie, and you thought that was really neat. Gibson wasn't there, and it was like a big-girl playdate. It actually was even better for me, because I didn't have any kids at home for almost 2 hours! I can't even remember the last time I was alone in our house. It was awesome. When you came home, I missed you, so we had a girls afternoon. We did our nails, ate cookies, and watched a mermaid movie. That night, we went to Salt Lake with daddy and both sets of grandparents and saw Uncle Dillon play percussion in an AMAZING performance of Dona Nobis Pacem at the Tabernacle! THE Tabernacle! It was so cool, but of course, you didn't want to sit still. We tried letting you draw, letting you put lipstick on, letting you sit with Eliza (Dill's girlfriend)...nothing worked. Finally, and luckily, Gpa Gary was getting a little restless also, so he took you on a walk. You were wearing your ballerina tutus (both of them), stretch pants, your rubber boots, and your hair was down and wavy. It was a sight watching the two of you sneak out together. I sat there and wished I could see the two of you walking together, wondering what you were doing and what you might be talking about. It makes me so happy to see you with your great-grandparents.
On Sunday, you wore your Christmas dress...again. I think you'll be wearing it every week until it's actually Christmas again. In Sacrament meeting, you saw your nursery leader sitting behind us. You kept staring back at her, and finally you whispered in my ear, "I like her." Pretty soon, you were sitting on her lap. You were very quiet, and it was nice to actually listen to the speakers! During primary, you were terrible. You were all over the place! Your poor teachers. Seriously, girl - you need to sit down! I finally had to take you to sit with Daddy in the back of the room. You cried and cried, and cried even until we got home. You were bawling your eyes out and in your sobs you said, "I'll sit down! I will!" It was so sweet. Hopefully you remember that next week!
On Monday, you went for the fourth straight day in your tutus. We had a very quiet day, except for an outing to McDonalds with Auntie. You cracked us up singing along with the songs in the car - you love to perform! I really love quiet days at home with you guys. We get to play, sing, dance, watch movies, and just enjoy being together. Given, it is always a challenge to get you and your brother to get along, but there are many cute things that happen on those days, and I love them.
Thanks for a great long weekend!
Love,
Mommy
It's been a long weekend! We celebrated Gibson's 6th birthday, and it was really fun. On Saturday, you got to go to Nathan's house and watch a movie, and you thought that was really neat. Gibson wasn't there, and it was like a big-girl playdate. It actually was even better for me, because I didn't have any kids at home for almost 2 hours! I can't even remember the last time I was alone in our house. It was awesome. When you came home, I missed you, so we had a girls afternoon. We did our nails, ate cookies, and watched a mermaid movie. That night, we went to Salt Lake with daddy and both sets of grandparents and saw Uncle Dillon play percussion in an AMAZING performance of Dona Nobis Pacem at the Tabernacle! THE Tabernacle! It was so cool, but of course, you didn't want to sit still. We tried letting you draw, letting you put lipstick on, letting you sit with Eliza (Dill's girlfriend)...nothing worked. Finally, and luckily, Gpa Gary was getting a little restless also, so he took you on a walk. You were wearing your ballerina tutus (both of them), stretch pants, your rubber boots, and your hair was down and wavy. It was a sight watching the two of you sneak out together. I sat there and wished I could see the two of you walking together, wondering what you were doing and what you might be talking about. It makes me so happy to see you with your great-grandparents.
On Sunday, you wore your Christmas dress...again. I think you'll be wearing it every week until it's actually Christmas again. In Sacrament meeting, you saw your nursery leader sitting behind us. You kept staring back at her, and finally you whispered in my ear, "I like her." Pretty soon, you were sitting on her lap. You were very quiet, and it was nice to actually listen to the speakers! During primary, you were terrible. You were all over the place! Your poor teachers. Seriously, girl - you need to sit down! I finally had to take you to sit with Daddy in the back of the room. You cried and cried, and cried even until we got home. You were bawling your eyes out and in your sobs you said, "I'll sit down! I will!" It was so sweet. Hopefully you remember that next week!
On Monday, you went for the fourth straight day in your tutus. We had a very quiet day, except for an outing to McDonalds with Auntie. You cracked us up singing along with the songs in the car - you love to perform! I really love quiet days at home with you guys. We get to play, sing, dance, watch movies, and just enjoy being together. Given, it is always a challenge to get you and your brother to get along, but there are many cute things that happen on those days, and I love them.
Thanks for a great long weekend!
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Dear Georgia,
It occurred to me today that I often overlook the fact that you are a little person. I tried really hard today to observe some things about you that I don't normally pay attention to, and here is what I saw today...
1. you are the cutest when you first wake up. Your eyes are swollen, your hair is crazy, and you love to cuddle in the morning. This morning you came and crawled in right next to me, snuggled your face into my neck, and went right back to sleep for a few minutes. It was heaven.
2. Your have a very specific way of picking out your outfit. You always pick out the tights or socks first. Then the pants, then the shirt. It seems a little bit backwards to me, but you really love your socks, I guess. I also realized that almost every day you pick out my socks. So there is a definite theme here!
3. You call granola bars candy bars. When I told you that they're granola bars, you said candy bars taste better. Very true. And if that's what you have to tell yourself in order to eat one, go for it! Just remember that trick when you have to eat yucky things later in life. (mushrooms? nah, they're fungus muffins!)
4. You love to sing loud. You walked to the babysitter's house this morning while I drove alongside you. And the whole time, you were belting out the song we're currently obsessed with. You didn't care if anyone heard you, or who would look - I was very impressed. And, I have to admit, I was a little bit envious of your ability to sing your heart out like that. You are amazingly confident.
5. You are very polite, but only around other people. When at home, it's everything I can do to get you to say please and thankyou, I'm sorry, excuse me, etc. But when you get around other people, you don't hold any manners back. Thanks for making me look like a good parent!
6. You tease your brother just for the fun of it. You have learned the art of being totally annoying. Today during dinner, you kept touching Gibson's bowl with your spoon. Then he would react and get mad. Then you'd say sorry. Then you'd touch it again, just to see him get upset. You get that trait straight from your dad. He loves to tease. And lucky for you, Gibson is an easy target who upsets easily. Next time, lay off a little bit though! I really need to teach Gibson to have more of a sense of humor, and teach you when it's time to quit.
7. You are, by nature, a night owl. You can be tired, tired, tired. But when the sun goes down, you get a second wind that just doesn't die down. You come up with a hundred excuses to not go to bed. And that, you get straight from me!
8. When you want something, you get very snuggly. When you don't get it, you say mean things. You know right where it hurts! "I don't like you," is your favorite thing to say lately.
9. You prefer eating with a spoon. I tried to give you a fork, and you said you like spoons. Who knew?!
10. You like it to be very quiet when you go to sleep. I used to put music on for you, but you recently asked for no music. Today, I asked you why no music? And you said it was so that Gibson could fall asleep for school. That is a very sweet gesture, that you want Gibson to sleep well for school.
I am going to try harder to notice things about you as I take care of you each day. So much of you is like your dad, or like me. But there is so much more that is just so Georgia. And it is so fun getting to know you better - one day at a time!
I love you,
Love,
Mommy
It occurred to me today that I often overlook the fact that you are a little person. I tried really hard today to observe some things about you that I don't normally pay attention to, and here is what I saw today...
1. you are the cutest when you first wake up. Your eyes are swollen, your hair is crazy, and you love to cuddle in the morning. This morning you came and crawled in right next to me, snuggled your face into my neck, and went right back to sleep for a few minutes. It was heaven.
2. Your have a very specific way of picking out your outfit. You always pick out the tights or socks first. Then the pants, then the shirt. It seems a little bit backwards to me, but you really love your socks, I guess. I also realized that almost every day you pick out my socks. So there is a definite theme here!
3. You call granola bars candy bars. When I told you that they're granola bars, you said candy bars taste better. Very true. And if that's what you have to tell yourself in order to eat one, go for it! Just remember that trick when you have to eat yucky things later in life. (mushrooms? nah, they're fungus muffins!)
4. You love to sing loud. You walked to the babysitter's house this morning while I drove alongside you. And the whole time, you were belting out the song we're currently obsessed with. You didn't care if anyone heard you, or who would look - I was very impressed. And, I have to admit, I was a little bit envious of your ability to sing your heart out like that. You are amazingly confident.
5. You are very polite, but only around other people. When at home, it's everything I can do to get you to say please and thankyou, I'm sorry, excuse me, etc. But when you get around other people, you don't hold any manners back. Thanks for making me look like a good parent!
6. You tease your brother just for the fun of it. You have learned the art of being totally annoying. Today during dinner, you kept touching Gibson's bowl with your spoon. Then he would react and get mad. Then you'd say sorry. Then you'd touch it again, just to see him get upset. You get that trait straight from your dad. He loves to tease. And lucky for you, Gibson is an easy target who upsets easily. Next time, lay off a little bit though! I really need to teach Gibson to have more of a sense of humor, and teach you when it's time to quit.
7. You are, by nature, a night owl. You can be tired, tired, tired. But when the sun goes down, you get a second wind that just doesn't die down. You come up with a hundred excuses to not go to bed. And that, you get straight from me!
8. When you want something, you get very snuggly. When you don't get it, you say mean things. You know right where it hurts! "I don't like you," is your favorite thing to say lately.
9. You prefer eating with a spoon. I tried to give you a fork, and you said you like spoons. Who knew?!
10. You like it to be very quiet when you go to sleep. I used to put music on for you, but you recently asked for no music. Today, I asked you why no music? And you said it was so that Gibson could fall asleep for school. That is a very sweet gesture, that you want Gibson to sleep well for school.
I am going to try harder to notice things about you as I take care of you each day. So much of you is like your dad, or like me. But there is so much more that is just so Georgia. And it is so fun getting to know you better - one day at a time!
I love you,
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You are hilarious. Lately, you've been imitating other people talking. I wish I could explain it well enough to give it justice, but I just can't. In an attempt: you raise your voice so that it's really high, you sound like you have a southern accent, you roll your eyes, you pucker your lips a little bit, and when you're done "impersonating" you make a kissy face and nod up and down until someone acknowledges what you just said.
Today, you were telling me about what you did at the babysitter today. You said (and it was so funny), "And she was like...." Then you did your thing. And she was like! You sounded like a little teenager. It's so funny to hear some of the things that you say sometimes. It makes me wonder what our conversations will be like when I actually understand what you're talking about. Maybe I never will, I don't know. But in the meantime, I'll be perfectly content listening to your impressions.
Note to self: try really hard to catch one of these impressions on video!
Love,
Mommy
You are hilarious. Lately, you've been imitating other people talking. I wish I could explain it well enough to give it justice, but I just can't. In an attempt: you raise your voice so that it's really high, you sound like you have a southern accent, you roll your eyes, you pucker your lips a little bit, and when you're done "impersonating" you make a kissy face and nod up and down until someone acknowledges what you just said.
Today, you were telling me about what you did at the babysitter today. You said (and it was so funny), "And she was like...." Then you did your thing. And she was like! You sounded like a little teenager. It's so funny to hear some of the things that you say sometimes. It makes me wonder what our conversations will be like when I actually understand what you're talking about. Maybe I never will, I don't know. But in the meantime, I'll be perfectly content listening to your impressions.
Note to self: try really hard to catch one of these impressions on video!
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You were really hyper today! You woke up and were bouncing off walls, and pretty much drove me crazy during church today. Grandma gave you a piece of gum, which of course ended up all over everything. You went to sit with your friend and it got all over his hands, chair, and the carpet. How did that even happen?! It was so gross. I swear, sometimes you're lucky that you're so cute. There are times when it's your only redeeming quality :o)
One thing that happened today that was really funny: we were all in the office, and you and Gibson were playing in my toolkit and pretending to fix toys. We were deciding what to have for dinner. Daddy said, "Let's put it to a vote," only with his accent it sounded like "boat." You dropped your tool and your toy and said, "like to go swimming? I love swimming!" You were a little disappointed when you were told he meant "vote." That's the first time I recall one of you guys misunderstanding Daddy's words because of his accent! It was really cute.
When I was tucking you in, you told me a story about a princess that had blood in her hair and fell off the boat. You are seriously weird. I think you were stuck on the bloody nose Gibson had earlier, and that whole boat situation. Let's just hope you're not one of those girls with a deranged sense of humor. I really don't think I could put pictures of dead people on the fridge.
But even then, you were adorable and had me laughing. Only you, Georgia...only you.
Love,
Mommy
You were really hyper today! You woke up and were bouncing off walls, and pretty much drove me crazy during church today. Grandma gave you a piece of gum, which of course ended up all over everything. You went to sit with your friend and it got all over his hands, chair, and the carpet. How did that even happen?! It was so gross. I swear, sometimes you're lucky that you're so cute. There are times when it's your only redeeming quality :o)
One thing that happened today that was really funny: we were all in the office, and you and Gibson were playing in my toolkit and pretending to fix toys. We were deciding what to have for dinner. Daddy said, "Let's put it to a vote," only with his accent it sounded like "boat." You dropped your tool and your toy and said, "like to go swimming? I love swimming!" You were a little disappointed when you were told he meant "vote." That's the first time I recall one of you guys misunderstanding Daddy's words because of his accent! It was really cute.
When I was tucking you in, you told me a story about a princess that had blood in her hair and fell off the boat. You are seriously weird. I think you were stuck on the bloody nose Gibson had earlier, and that whole boat situation. Let's just hope you're not one of those girls with a deranged sense of humor. I really don't think I could put pictures of dead people on the fridge.
But even then, you were adorable and had me laughing. Only you, Georgia...only you.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, January 7, 2011
Dear Georgia,
You woke up and came into my room this morning. Just like you always do. Just like I always do, I said good morning and then rolled over and tried to ignore you. Big mistake. You got into my makeup drawer. Just like you always do. But this time, you got out the red Lip-Finity lip stain. Cherry red. And you put it on, all over your little lips. Given, it was put on almost flawlessly, but your lips were cherry red and I could tell by the sassy look on your face that it was going to be one of those days. That doesn't mean a crazy tantrum day, it means a lets put on our dance leotard and tutu, church shoes, makeup, and paint our nails and toes and apply lip gloss until it runs down our chin kind of day.
And that's exactly what it was. I call it a high-maintenance day. We went to Grandpa Gary's house, and you insisted on wearing your leotard and tights, and that's all. Fine. It's 15 degrees outside, but whatever. At least you were wearing a coat. As soon as we walked in, you said, "Grampa - look at me!" Then you turned around. Then you threw out a, "Grampa - watch me!" as you danced around the living room. I left you there while I went grocery shopping. Apparently you danced and sang songs the whole time I was gone!
I love the girly days. It costs me a $6.00 tube of lip gloss every time you have one, but they are refreshing and always good for a few laughs. You have a great personality, little one. And great hair and nails, too. Next time, lets have Auntie do your hair, though. It'll be much cuter :)
Love,
Mommy
You woke up and came into my room this morning. Just like you always do. Just like I always do, I said good morning and then rolled over and tried to ignore you. Big mistake. You got into my makeup drawer. Just like you always do. But this time, you got out the red Lip-Finity lip stain. Cherry red. And you put it on, all over your little lips. Given, it was put on almost flawlessly, but your lips were cherry red and I could tell by the sassy look on your face that it was going to be one of those days. That doesn't mean a crazy tantrum day, it means a lets put on our dance leotard and tutu, church shoes, makeup, and paint our nails and toes and apply lip gloss until it runs down our chin kind of day.
And that's exactly what it was. I call it a high-maintenance day. We went to Grandpa Gary's house, and you insisted on wearing your leotard and tights, and that's all. Fine. It's 15 degrees outside, but whatever. At least you were wearing a coat. As soon as we walked in, you said, "Grampa - look at me!" Then you turned around. Then you threw out a, "Grampa - watch me!" as you danced around the living room. I left you there while I went grocery shopping. Apparently you danced and sang songs the whole time I was gone!
I love the girly days. It costs me a $6.00 tube of lip gloss every time you have one, but they are refreshing and always good for a few laughs. You have a great personality, little one. And great hair and nails, too. Next time, lets have Auntie do your hair, though. It'll be much cuter :)
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Dear Georgia,
As I had hoped, you woke up in a very pleasant mood this morning. Probably because sometime in the night you ended up in my bed, without letting me know you were there. At about 6:30 I rolled over and your face was right there and it completely freaked me out. But it was too close to wake-up time to put you back in your bed, so I just left you there. At 8:30 I woke up to you rubbing my cheek. You look so cute in the morning, with your crazy hair and your swollen face. It's priceless.
You had a "Daddy Day" today, which usually means that you get to tag along while Gibson and Daddy do boy things. You hold your own, though, and can always add a bit of glamour even to sporting goods. You wore a summer dress, tights, and your snow boots today. I think that's funny. And of course, you wouldn't let me do your hair until about 6:30, and even then it was an ordeal. You wanted the back of your hair up, but the front of it down. Right...like that's going to happen. So I put your hair in a ponytail and through your tears you said, "I'm not pretty!" It was so funny, but when I laughed you cried harder. But the ponytail was not an option, and so it stayed and you got over it after about 15 minutes of crying. I thought your dad was going to kill both of us. He thinks you only throw tantrums when I'm around, and that's probably true. I do tend to bring out the worst in people.
We were playing a question game and I don't know what led up to it, but suddenly you were laughing hysterically and said, "Oh...my...gosh!" We were dying. That's a new expression for you. Kind of like the "th" sound. I noticed today that you said "teeth" instead of "teef." Crazy. You must have said teeth about 20 times today. It's funny how things just click, and then you always know them. Like walking, riding a bike, and drinking out of glass without getting a mustache. Every day you learn something new, say something new, do something just a little better than the day before. It's amazing when I sit back and think how much more you've figured out in the last three years than I have! It's too bad the learning curve levels out so much as you get older. Good thing I have you to keep me young.
And good thing we have each other, so we can do girl things while the guys go to Cabela's and Best Buy! "Mommy Days" are so much more fun :)
I love you.
Love,
Mommy
As I had hoped, you woke up in a very pleasant mood this morning. Probably because sometime in the night you ended up in my bed, without letting me know you were there. At about 6:30 I rolled over and your face was right there and it completely freaked me out. But it was too close to wake-up time to put you back in your bed, so I just left you there. At 8:30 I woke up to you rubbing my cheek. You look so cute in the morning, with your crazy hair and your swollen face. It's priceless.
You had a "Daddy Day" today, which usually means that you get to tag along while Gibson and Daddy do boy things. You hold your own, though, and can always add a bit of glamour even to sporting goods. You wore a summer dress, tights, and your snow boots today. I think that's funny. And of course, you wouldn't let me do your hair until about 6:30, and even then it was an ordeal. You wanted the back of your hair up, but the front of it down. Right...like that's going to happen. So I put your hair in a ponytail and through your tears you said, "I'm not pretty!" It was so funny, but when I laughed you cried harder. But the ponytail was not an option, and so it stayed and you got over it after about 15 minutes of crying. I thought your dad was going to kill both of us. He thinks you only throw tantrums when I'm around, and that's probably true. I do tend to bring out the worst in people.
We were playing a question game and I don't know what led up to it, but suddenly you were laughing hysterically and said, "Oh...my...gosh!" We were dying. That's a new expression for you. Kind of like the "th" sound. I noticed today that you said "teeth" instead of "teef." Crazy. You must have said teeth about 20 times today. It's funny how things just click, and then you always know them. Like walking, riding a bike, and drinking out of glass without getting a mustache. Every day you learn something new, say something new, do something just a little better than the day before. It's amazing when I sit back and think how much more you've figured out in the last three years than I have! It's too bad the learning curve levels out so much as you get older. Good thing I have you to keep me young.
And good thing we have each other, so we can do girl things while the guys go to Cabela's and Best Buy! "Mommy Days" are so much more fun :)
I love you.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Dear Georgia,
Oh, girl – were you on one today. You have days that you are just plain grumpy, and I guess today was one of them. You woke up in a bad mood, and there was just no consoling you. Here’s what you do when you are cranky: you hit. And you scream. Not just a “get out of my way” scream, it’s an ear-drum shattering shriek that would probably make glass shatter if I let you go long enough. It is more than I can handle sometimes. So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and the first issue of the day was getting you dressed. You wanted a skirt, and I gave you jeans. Then you wanted tights when I gave you socks. Then you didn’t want me to do your hair (not an unfamiliar battle, you never want me to do your hair). Then you wanted a drink of milk. Now. Then you didn’t want to wear your snow boots. Then you wanted to zip up your own coat, which I hate to break it to you darlin’, but you don’t know how to do that yet. Luckily at that point Grandpa pulled up in the driveway and took you to the babysitter, since you were absolutely not going to get in the car with me. I was actually relieved to go to work!
After work, I drove to the babysitter to pick up you and Gibson and of course you were an ANGEL at her house. She was so good! She says the cutest things! Bull. You were screaming before we even had our seatbelts on. Why are you so good for other people? I swear that’s the question on every mother’s mind about their children. Next stop – grandma’s house to pick up the dog. Here’s a brief overview of what went down in the car…
No, you can’t come in.
No, you can’t eat the brownie from daycare.
Georgia! I told you not to eat the brownie!
Stop dropping the brownie on the floor or the dog is going to eat it.
There – the dog ate it – are you happy now? The dog is going to die! (I may have overreacted with this one. I’m pretty sure you didn’t kill the dog. If you ever end up in therapy, cross that issue off the list)
Stop hitting your brother.
Stop touching your brother.
I know he touched you.
He did not say poo-poo pants.
No he didn’t, Georgia.
You’re going straight to bed when we get home.
Fine, you can eat. Whatever. But then straight to bed!
All of that and grandma only lives 2 blocks from our house! We got home, put in a Wii game and you screamed for 15 minutes because Gibson had the control that you wanted. Gibson gave you that control, but you didn't want it because he touched it. All the while, Gibson is just dancing in front of the TV and you found one thing after another to cry about. At 7:30 exactly, after a wholesome meal of mac & cheese, I tucked you into bed. You were asleep by 7:45.
Now here I am, at the end of the day and the thing I’m grateful for most at this moment is the automatic reset button that I get to push every night at bedtime. 12 hours is just enough time to gather up the energy I’m going to need to wake up and deal with (hopefully not) all of the same shenanigans over again tomorrow. Because there’s something about a sleeping child that makes your heart melt, and somehow you fall in love all over again every single day. And that, Georgia, is something amazing.
I love you. (But seriously, you need to chill!)
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Dear Georgia,
It's 11:15 and you have woken up 6 times now since I first tucked you in. You are a night owl, just like me! My mom says that I never wanted to go to sleep - I was never tired! You are the exact same way. You can find a million reasons to get up. Tonight, you were hungry. So I gave you some fishy crackers, and tucked you in. Then you were thirsty. So I gave you a glass of milk and then tucked you in. Then you had an owie on your finger, so I gave you a Strawberry Shortcake bandaid and tucked you in again. Then you wanted to brush your teeth, and I can't say no to dental hygiene, so we brushed your teeth and tucked you in...again. Then, your bandaid fell off. And you screamed. I went into your room, and you couldn't find your bandaid, which ended up being stuck to the butt of your pajamas. I stuck it back onto your finger, but it wasn't that sticky anymore, so I got some packing tape and taped the bandaid to your finger. After all was said and done, you said, "Thanks, mom." And then you fell asleep.
You're welcome, baby. Good night.
It's 11:15 and you have woken up 6 times now since I first tucked you in. You are a night owl, just like me! My mom says that I never wanted to go to sleep - I was never tired! You are the exact same way. You can find a million reasons to get up. Tonight, you were hungry. So I gave you some fishy crackers, and tucked you in. Then you were thirsty. So I gave you a glass of milk and then tucked you in. Then you had an owie on your finger, so I gave you a Strawberry Shortcake bandaid and tucked you in again. Then you wanted to brush your teeth, and I can't say no to dental hygiene, so we brushed your teeth and tucked you in...again. Then, your bandaid fell off. And you screamed. I went into your room, and you couldn't find your bandaid, which ended up being stuck to the butt of your pajamas. I stuck it back onto your finger, but it wasn't that sticky anymore, so I got some packing tape and taped the bandaid to your finger. After all was said and done, you said, "Thanks, mom." And then you fell asleep.
You're welcome, baby. Good night.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Dear Georgia,
As this is the beginning of a new year, and I am always up for a resolution or two, I am starting this blog for you. I have felt lately that I need to reflect and share with you all of the reasons that I love you, and also to better document your life while you are in my care. Sadly, I don't remember much of your brother at the age you are now, and I regret that I didn't start this project much, much sooner. But I want us both to have something to look back on that will spark memories, and for you to always remember that you make me a better person each day that you wake up and just be Georgia.
As a starting point, I want you to know that I love you and your brother more than anything in the world. Being your mom is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and although I am far from perfect, you both make me want to be better - for you. There are so many things that I have learned from you, and there are two that I want to share with you in this inaugural post because I don't want to overlook them or forget them in the future.
Amazing Gift #1: You have an inherent sense of worth. You are three years old and know more about who you are than I did at 25, or even do now (at 30!). Something that is surprising about you is that you don't like to dress up like a princess. You love to put dancing clothes on, but when it comes to Disney princess, walking around like Belle or Cinderella - you aren't even remotely interested. Several weeks ago, maybe around your birthday, we were walking around WalMart and I asked you if you wanted a princess dress. You said no. I asked you why, and in your husky little voice, you said, "I don't need a dress, I AM a princess." I was blown away. Of course, I'm reading into it. But you are so strong-willed, you know exactly what you want - you don't need to pretend. You already know. I can't tell you how much I wish I could have known something that basic at such a young age. You are amazing, and you know it! I hope you never ever forget that, or get caught up in "dressing the part." Be who you are, and never, ever be afraid.
Amazing Gift #2: This is a gift you give to me. A child's gift, which is the very best kind. Not too long ago, you looked at me and said that you love me. That is not uncommon, as you often say that for no apparent reason. And it always makes my day. But after you said that, you took my face in your hands and said, "Mommy, I like you." I don't know why, but my heart actually melted a little bit when you said that. I guess it's because I've always felt that it's easy to be loved or to love others - but liking someone sometimes takes a lot more work. It was the ultimate compliment. I like you, too, Georgia. And I hope we always like each other.
You are my special girl. I'm so proud of you every day, and I look forward to sharing the tidbits of your life with you. I love you so much, never forget that. Until tomorrow...
Love,
Mommy
As this is the beginning of a new year, and I am always up for a resolution or two, I am starting this blog for you. I have felt lately that I need to reflect and share with you all of the reasons that I love you, and also to better document your life while you are in my care. Sadly, I don't remember much of your brother at the age you are now, and I regret that I didn't start this project much, much sooner. But I want us both to have something to look back on that will spark memories, and for you to always remember that you make me a better person each day that you wake up and just be Georgia.
As a starting point, I want you to know that I love you and your brother more than anything in the world. Being your mom is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and although I am far from perfect, you both make me want to be better - for you. There are so many things that I have learned from you, and there are two that I want to share with you in this inaugural post because I don't want to overlook them or forget them in the future.
Amazing Gift #1: You have an inherent sense of worth. You are three years old and know more about who you are than I did at 25, or even do now (at 30!). Something that is surprising about you is that you don't like to dress up like a princess. You love to put dancing clothes on, but when it comes to Disney princess, walking around like Belle or Cinderella - you aren't even remotely interested. Several weeks ago, maybe around your birthday, we were walking around WalMart and I asked you if you wanted a princess dress. You said no. I asked you why, and in your husky little voice, you said, "I don't need a dress, I AM a princess." I was blown away. Of course, I'm reading into it. But you are so strong-willed, you know exactly what you want - you don't need to pretend. You already know. I can't tell you how much I wish I could have known something that basic at such a young age. You are amazing, and you know it! I hope you never ever forget that, or get caught up in "dressing the part." Be who you are, and never, ever be afraid.
Amazing Gift #2: This is a gift you give to me. A child's gift, which is the very best kind. Not too long ago, you looked at me and said that you love me. That is not uncommon, as you often say that for no apparent reason. And it always makes my day. But after you said that, you took my face in your hands and said, "Mommy, I like you." I don't know why, but my heart actually melted a little bit when you said that. I guess it's because I've always felt that it's easy to be loved or to love others - but liking someone sometimes takes a lot more work. It was the ultimate compliment. I like you, too, Georgia. And I hope we always like each other.
You are my special girl. I'm so proud of you every day, and I look forward to sharing the tidbits of your life with you. I love you so much, never forget that. Until tomorrow...
Love,
Mommy
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