That's pretty much the best thing ever invented!
Wednesday, June 13
I Scream
My big cousin Bethany gave me my first bite of ice cream a couple of weeks ago. She pretty much had to fight me off after that.
Tuesday, June 12
Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!
Minus the tigers and bears, that is. We had our first trip to the zoo!! See...
Monday, May 14
Nine Months Old
Dear Teagan,
Happy ninth month, sweetheart! Once again, I can hardly believe it has been a whole month since I wrote your last letter. What’s more amazing is how much you have learned since then. Crawling is no longer a new activity. You are a pro now. You crawl all over the house; under, over, or around anything that gets in your way. You even crawl up and down the step that separates the living room and the den. There’s no stopping you now. You love to be chased by Mommy and Daddy, and have found that the only thing more fun than that is chasing Mommy and Daddy. When Daddy and I get down on all fours and scream as you chase us, it causes you to laugh so hard you can barely crawl. We obviously love this game and have hairless and skinless knees to prove it. You have also gotten very good at pulling up. You pull up on everything and have made a game of peek-a-boo out of it. You crawl over to the couch and pull up to surprise who or what ever is there to be amazed by you. Then you squat down, wait, and spring back up to thrill the person or thing playing along, flashing that toothy grin, of course. You also cruise along quite nicely now. You walk across the front of the couch, chair and entertainment center. You stand up at the pesky gate that separates you and Keiser and walk from one end to the other, determined to figure out which end allows for a better reach to the poor dog’s ears. You have even been splashed with a few waves of courage and let go of what you are holding on to. You stand there with that look of shock and smile proudly until your legs begin to quiver under the weight. You crash to the ground, and usually give yourself a small, humble round of applause. I am confident and afraid that the next letter I write you will be filled with my bragging about your outstanding abilities as a walker.
You continue to point out to me what a lousy housekeeper I am. I expect you to begin refusing your bottles any day now, as I don’t see how you can still be hungry after eating half the lawn that is dragged in on our shoes. I was absolutely horrified to walk into the kitchen a few mornings ago and find you playing happily with the remains of a dead june bug. My favorite thing is when I find you seriously studying an object on the floor, watch you patiently push it around with your finger and thumb, get the darn thing lined up just right so that you are able to pick it up, and just as your sweaty little hand makes it way towards your eager little mouth, I say your name and you jump and straighten your arm out swiftly to offer your treasure to me. You usually have a disgusted look on your face, as if to say I so was not going to put that in my mouth.
You have mastered the wave, and spend a large percentage of your day waving and chanting “bye-bye”. Sometimes you offer a graspy clinching wave and a very sincere “Bye Bye”. Other times you offer an open handed wave and a short and sweet “Bye!” I haven’t yet decided which one is my favorite. We are still working on the ‘hi’, as it still comes out as a squeaky, high-pitched scream. You have started saying Mama, but it is usually in the evening when you are about ready for bed, and it usually comes out as a very whiny “Maaamaaaa”. But, I’ll take it any way I can get it.
You have become so much more generous with your kisses, which I originally thought was impossible. You will kiss pretty much anything that stays still for more than two seconds. I can pull you into my lap and be showered with sometimes ten kisses. This is the best part of everyday. You still love to kiss the baby in the mirror, and have also moved on to any picture of any baby, including and especially one of yourself. You kiss on all of your toys, and yesterday I caught you sitting in the living room floor with your legs spread out in front of you and your GloWorm in between them. You were completely bent over kissing your glowing friend. You are a very loving and affectionate little girl. You have also begun giving hugs and will occasionally pat my back as I squeeze you tightly.
You have started eating some table foods and continue to like or tolerate nearly everything your lips have touched so far. You have accepted cottage cheese, ice cream, graham crackers, bananas, strawberries, French fries, pineapple, and rice Chex. You have finally started drinking juice again, but will only take apple juice if it includes banana or grape juice. You have a very strong fondness for strawberry banana juice. You have taken a little more interest in your sippy cups, but only for chewing purposes. You seem to get annoyed if any liquid comes out of it.
You went and saw Dr. Stacy for your nine-month checkup. You have grown to a whopping 19 lbs and 7 ounces, and a lean 29 inches long. You are an average weight, above average length, perfect little angel. And luckily, no shots this time! You’ll agree that doctor visits are much more fun when they leave the daggers out of the equation.
Teagan, I know I sound like a broken record by now, but as each month goes by, I am completely amazed by how much my love for you grows. I cannot imagine my life without you and don’t ever want to. You are my love, my life, my purpose.
Love, Mommy
Happy ninth month, sweetheart! Once again, I can hardly believe it has been a whole month since I wrote your last letter. What’s more amazing is how much you have learned since then. Crawling is no longer a new activity. You are a pro now. You crawl all over the house; under, over, or around anything that gets in your way. You even crawl up and down the step that separates the living room and the den. There’s no stopping you now. You love to be chased by Mommy and Daddy, and have found that the only thing more fun than that is chasing Mommy and Daddy. When Daddy and I get down on all fours and scream as you chase us, it causes you to laugh so hard you can barely crawl. We obviously love this game and have hairless and skinless knees to prove it. You have also gotten very good at pulling up. You pull up on everything and have made a game of peek-a-boo out of it. You crawl over to the couch and pull up to surprise who or what ever is there to be amazed by you. Then you squat down, wait, and spring back up to thrill the person or thing playing along, flashing that toothy grin, of course. You also cruise along quite nicely now. You walk across the front of the couch, chair and entertainment center. You stand up at the pesky gate that separates you and Keiser and walk from one end to the other, determined to figure out which end allows for a better reach to the poor dog’s ears. You have even been splashed with a few waves of courage and let go of what you are holding on to. You stand there with that look of shock and smile proudly until your legs begin to quiver under the weight. You crash to the ground, and usually give yourself a small, humble round of applause. I am confident and afraid that the next letter I write you will be filled with my bragging about your outstanding abilities as a walker.
You continue to point out to me what a lousy housekeeper I am. I expect you to begin refusing your bottles any day now, as I don’t see how you can still be hungry after eating half the lawn that is dragged in on our shoes. I was absolutely horrified to walk into the kitchen a few mornings ago and find you playing happily with the remains of a dead june bug. My favorite thing is when I find you seriously studying an object on the floor, watch you patiently push it around with your finger and thumb, get the darn thing lined up just right so that you are able to pick it up, and just as your sweaty little hand makes it way towards your eager little mouth, I say your name and you jump and straighten your arm out swiftly to offer your treasure to me. You usually have a disgusted look on your face, as if to say I so was not going to put that in my mouth.
You have mastered the wave, and spend a large percentage of your day waving and chanting “bye-bye”. Sometimes you offer a graspy clinching wave and a very sincere “Bye Bye”. Other times you offer an open handed wave and a short and sweet “Bye!” I haven’t yet decided which one is my favorite. We are still working on the ‘hi’, as it still comes out as a squeaky, high-pitched scream. You have started saying Mama, but it is usually in the evening when you are about ready for bed, and it usually comes out as a very whiny “Maaamaaaa”. But, I’ll take it any way I can get it.
You have become so much more generous with your kisses, which I originally thought was impossible. You will kiss pretty much anything that stays still for more than two seconds. I can pull you into my lap and be showered with sometimes ten kisses. This is the best part of everyday. You still love to kiss the baby in the mirror, and have also moved on to any picture of any baby, including and especially one of yourself. You kiss on all of your toys, and yesterday I caught you sitting in the living room floor with your legs spread out in front of you and your GloWorm in between them. You were completely bent over kissing your glowing friend. You are a very loving and affectionate little girl. You have also begun giving hugs and will occasionally pat my back as I squeeze you tightly.
You have started eating some table foods and continue to like or tolerate nearly everything your lips have touched so far. You have accepted cottage cheese, ice cream, graham crackers, bananas, strawberries, French fries, pineapple, and rice Chex. You have finally started drinking juice again, but will only take apple juice if it includes banana or grape juice. You have a very strong fondness for strawberry banana juice. You have taken a little more interest in your sippy cups, but only for chewing purposes. You seem to get annoyed if any liquid comes out of it.
You went and saw Dr. Stacy for your nine-month checkup. You have grown to a whopping 19 lbs and 7 ounces, and a lean 29 inches long. You are an average weight, above average length, perfect little angel. And luckily, no shots this time! You’ll agree that doctor visits are much more fun when they leave the daggers out of the equation.
Teagan, I know I sound like a broken record by now, but as each month goes by, I am completely amazed by how much my love for you grows. I cannot imagine my life without you and don’t ever want to. You are my love, my life, my purpose.
Love, Mommy
Sunday, May 13
Saturday, April 14
Eight Months Old
Teagers,
Go, go, go, go, go!! That seems to be your new philosophy. You are crawling now, and now all you do is crawl. Every where, all the time. And you have gotten very good at it in the last couple of weeks. The other day I was sitting on the couch watching you play on the floor. I realized I had left the bathroom light on, and went to turn it off. By the time I got there, turned it off, and turned around to go back into the living room, there you were, right under my feet. You have become Mommy’s little shadow. No matter where I am in the house, there you are my feet, tugging on my pants.
Just in the last couple of days you have started straightening out your legs while in a crawling stance so that your hands are on the floor and your little bottom is up in the air. You also get on your knees from a crawling stance and have tried a few times to pull yourself up. You usually use your toy box for support, which doesn’t work too well, and usually results in a baby buried by toys. But it doesn’t discourage you one bit. Mommy, on the other hand, is terrified, as these are two signs that walking is not too far away.
You have become so much more active in the last month. (Because you can crawl, duh.) Your favorite things to do include pulling the DVDs off the shelf, pushing the DVD player back on the shelf, crawling to the front door and slapping excitedly at the glass, crawling into the kitchen and smacking the floor and searching for crumbs, and crawling into the bathroom and smacking the floor and searching for stray hairs. Since you have started crawling, two things are very apparent to me. One, my life as I knew it is now over; and, two, I’m not as good of a housekeeper as I once thought I was. You make the latter one very clear every time you find a treasure on the floor and attempt to cram it into your mouth.
You have also learned a few new games this month. First, Grandpa taught you how to play peek-a-boo. All you need is a blanket and a willing participant. You pull the blanket up over your head, wait a few seconds, and jerk it down to scare the lucky person watching. You love this game almost as much as I do. The most adorable part is that you really do wait a few seconds, and the longer the games go on, the longer you wait to reveal yourself, increasing the suspense every step of the way. The other game you learned to play is patty cake. First you did the roll it up part, twirling your chubby little hands around as if you were putting on lotion. And then you learned the patty cake part, clapping your hands together very sternly and seriously. Getting you to do both in one sitting takes a great deal of persistence.
You are only seconds from waving bye-bye. You watch me intently when I wave goodbye to you, and your hand starts making the motions until it catches your eye. Then you make a tight fist and stare at your hand as though you have no control over it. You are also on your way to blowing kisses. You have the kiss-the-hand part down, but your hand generally stays on your mouth until you lose interest or forget what you were trying to do in the first place.
Above all this month, you have become so much fun. You are starting to understand a lot of words. When I ask you to find Daddy, you look right at him. When Daddy asks you to find Mommy, you look right at me. You will spend hours playing on the floor if someone is down there with you. You like to roll around in your crib, on the floor, on your toys, your shoes, your bottles, Mommy and Daddy’s feet, Mommy and Daddy.
You love to give kisses. You kiss Mommy, Daddy, Joey, Elmo, Audrey, Brock, Nana, Mima, Aunt Nikke, Grandpa, and of course, that adorable baby in the mirror. I held the phone up to your ear the other day so Grammy could say hi to you and you gave the phone kisses. You are very affectionate and I love the kisses—even though they come with a side of slobber and usually land on my nose, chin, cheek, or eye. (Oh yeah, and you have bitten my lip a couple of times. This hurts, daughter.)
You still love to eat!! You love carrots and chicken noodle dinner and bananas and yogurt and pretty much everything else that has entered your mouth. You are a very strong, happy, healthy baby.
You still cry “Aaaay!” when Mommy claps her hands and yells “Yaay, Teagan!” You do a lot of rambling including “Dadadadadada” and “Mamamamama”. You often try to repeat me when I say “Hi!” but it usually comes out as a high pitched little scream. We still echo each other and my favorite new addition is “Huh?” Occasionally, you get a dead serious look on your face, lean towards me in complete mystery, and whisper your blabbers. I’m convinced you are really trying to share a secret with me.
You are to the point where I could go on and on and on talking about you and never come close to mentioning everything about you or describing how amazing you are in every single way. You astound me. Your happiness, your patience, your curiosity, your mischievousness, your attitude, your personality, your cellulite. Some days it is just way too much to comprehend.
Love, Mom
Go, go, go, go, go!! That seems to be your new philosophy. You are crawling now, and now all you do is crawl. Every where, all the time. And you have gotten very good at it in the last couple of weeks. The other day I was sitting on the couch watching you play on the floor. I realized I had left the bathroom light on, and went to turn it off. By the time I got there, turned it off, and turned around to go back into the living room, there you were, right under my feet. You have become Mommy’s little shadow. No matter where I am in the house, there you are my feet, tugging on my pants.
Just in the last couple of days you have started straightening out your legs while in a crawling stance so that your hands are on the floor and your little bottom is up in the air. You also get on your knees from a crawling stance and have tried a few times to pull yourself up. You usually use your toy box for support, which doesn’t work too well, and usually results in a baby buried by toys. But it doesn’t discourage you one bit. Mommy, on the other hand, is terrified, as these are two signs that walking is not too far away.
You have become so much more active in the last month. (Because you can crawl, duh.) Your favorite things to do include pulling the DVDs off the shelf, pushing the DVD player back on the shelf, crawling to the front door and slapping excitedly at the glass, crawling into the kitchen and smacking the floor and searching for crumbs, and crawling into the bathroom and smacking the floor and searching for stray hairs. Since you have started crawling, two things are very apparent to me. One, my life as I knew it is now over; and, two, I’m not as good of a housekeeper as I once thought I was. You make the latter one very clear every time you find a treasure on the floor and attempt to cram it into your mouth.
You have also learned a few new games this month. First, Grandpa taught you how to play peek-a-boo. All you need is a blanket and a willing participant. You pull the blanket up over your head, wait a few seconds, and jerk it down to scare the lucky person watching. You love this game almost as much as I do. The most adorable part is that you really do wait a few seconds, and the longer the games go on, the longer you wait to reveal yourself, increasing the suspense every step of the way. The other game you learned to play is patty cake. First you did the roll it up part, twirling your chubby little hands around as if you were putting on lotion. And then you learned the patty cake part, clapping your hands together very sternly and seriously. Getting you to do both in one sitting takes a great deal of persistence.
You are only seconds from waving bye-bye. You watch me intently when I wave goodbye to you, and your hand starts making the motions until it catches your eye. Then you make a tight fist and stare at your hand as though you have no control over it. You are also on your way to blowing kisses. You have the kiss-the-hand part down, but your hand generally stays on your mouth until you lose interest or forget what you were trying to do in the first place.
Above all this month, you have become so much fun. You are starting to understand a lot of words. When I ask you to find Daddy, you look right at him. When Daddy asks you to find Mommy, you look right at me. You will spend hours playing on the floor if someone is down there with you. You like to roll around in your crib, on the floor, on your toys, your shoes, your bottles, Mommy and Daddy’s feet, Mommy and Daddy.
You love to give kisses. You kiss Mommy, Daddy, Joey, Elmo, Audrey, Brock, Nana, Mima, Aunt Nikke, Grandpa, and of course, that adorable baby in the mirror. I held the phone up to your ear the other day so Grammy could say hi to you and you gave the phone kisses. You are very affectionate and I love the kisses—even though they come with a side of slobber and usually land on my nose, chin, cheek, or eye. (Oh yeah, and you have bitten my lip a couple of times. This hurts, daughter.)
You still love to eat!! You love carrots and chicken noodle dinner and bananas and yogurt and pretty much everything else that has entered your mouth. You are a very strong, happy, healthy baby.
You still cry “Aaaay!” when Mommy claps her hands and yells “Yaay, Teagan!” You do a lot of rambling including “Dadadadadada” and “Mamamamama”. You often try to repeat me when I say “Hi!” but it usually comes out as a high pitched little scream. We still echo each other and my favorite new addition is “Huh?” Occasionally, you get a dead serious look on your face, lean towards me in complete mystery, and whisper your blabbers. I’m convinced you are really trying to share a secret with me.
You are to the point where I could go on and on and on talking about you and never come close to mentioning everything about you or describing how amazing you are in every single way. You astound me. Your happiness, your patience, your curiosity, your mischievousness, your attitude, your personality, your cellulite. Some days it is just way too much to comprehend.
Love, Mom
Sunday, April 8
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