Saturday, November 18, 2006
Frosty
Gracie is obsessed with the lighted snowman on display at Target. Obsessed! We go to the food aisles and she starts crying for him... snooowman.... snoooooowwwwwman!!! So, we go and stand in front of him and she smiles and giggles and waves and blows kisses. Her attention starts to drift to something else so I start to move the shopping cart and she falls apart... snooowwwwman! SNOWMAN!!!!! All the way through the rest of the store. This has been a routine since before Halloween. Its heartbreaking. I shudder to think what trips to Target will be like when Snowman disappears after Christmas.
Monday, October 23, 2006
They grow so fast!
Gracie will be 20 months old on November 3rd. That thought just blows me away. She is such a little girl now and not so much a baby, especially since she has decided that her crib is cool and she no longer needs rocking. I thought it was a phase at first but we're going on a week and a half and of her putting herself to sleep at naps and at bedtime. Its heavenly I tell you! Heavenly!! Now if I could get my almost 9 year old to stop being co-dependent at bedtime....
Gracie is parroting everything. Her vocabulary is unending and she comes up with new phrases every day. I don't remember Kayla talking this much at this age. She picks up a glass from the coffee table and says "Daddy's" or Mommy's depending on who was drinking out of it. Then she carries it into the kitchen and puts it in the sink. (nothing has broken yet thankfully). I think its amazing that she can put possessives to objects already.
She has a shape sorter and has recently figured out where each shape fits. She'll put the circle in the square and say "noooo" and then turn it until she finds the circle hole.
There is a song we sing in Kindermusik that goes "bells away, bells away, time to put the bells away, thank you for helping me, put the bells away". You can substitute any word for "bells" such as books, toys, dishes, whatever. Gracie sings it for everything. We started using it as a cue to pick up her books several months ago and now she knows all the words and right tune and plugs in whatever word that fits at the time. Tonight she was wearing Kayla's hat and she took it off and started singing "hats away, hats away" Too cute!!
She loves to feed her stuffed animals as well as offer milk / juice. She makes a slurpy sound as the animal eats or drinks.
If you say "thank you" she says "welcome".
When we're at the grocery store in the dairy aisle, I'll take a bag of cheese or a package of sandwich meat and hand it to her so she can put it up to her cheek and say "cold".
Speaking of the grocery store, she loves canned sliced carrots, green beans, cheese, yogurt, turkey, and applesauce ("sauce"). She also adores the new Apple Chips.
On rare occassions when we do rock to sleep, she thinks I'm a human jukebox. She asks for Twinkle and as soon as I start to sing, she says "Aceees" which translates to ABC's. Three notes in she says "Tura" which is Tura Lura Lura and then we round it out with "Baby" = Rockabye Baby. It cracks me up because I never get to finish a song. Sometimes she asks for Sesame or Elmo as well. The Elmo's World theme actually works really well as a lullaby when you slow it down a bit.
Her favorite toy right now is a collection of plastic letters that link together. She knows the letters X, D, and Q. She links them and then hands them to me and says "Mama, fix" which means please take them all apart again.
Oh, and she's figured out how to undress herself. Luckily, the diaper has stayed on so far.
She loves loves Sesame Street and "tubbies" (Teletubbies) and asks for "tb" in the AM.
Knows when she's wet but I'm so not ready for potty training yet!
She loves to swing and climbs into the baby swing on the playground at church and buckles herself in.
Does a little dance when you ask her what a monkey says.
Gracie is parroting everything. Her vocabulary is unending and she comes up with new phrases every day. I don't remember Kayla talking this much at this age. She picks up a glass from the coffee table and says "Daddy's" or Mommy's depending on who was drinking out of it. Then she carries it into the kitchen and puts it in the sink. (nothing has broken yet thankfully). I think its amazing that she can put possessives to objects already.
She has a shape sorter and has recently figured out where each shape fits. She'll put the circle in the square and say "noooo" and then turn it until she finds the circle hole.
There is a song we sing in Kindermusik that goes "bells away, bells away, time to put the bells away, thank you for helping me, put the bells away". You can substitute any word for "bells" such as books, toys, dishes, whatever. Gracie sings it for everything. We started using it as a cue to pick up her books several months ago and now she knows all the words and right tune and plugs in whatever word that fits at the time. Tonight she was wearing Kayla's hat and she took it off and started singing "hats away, hats away" Too cute!!
She loves to feed her stuffed animals as well as offer milk / juice. She makes a slurpy sound as the animal eats or drinks.
If you say "thank you" she says "welcome".
When we're at the grocery store in the dairy aisle, I'll take a bag of cheese or a package of sandwich meat and hand it to her so she can put it up to her cheek and say "cold".
Speaking of the grocery store, she loves canned sliced carrots, green beans, cheese, yogurt, turkey, and applesauce ("sauce"). She also adores the new Apple Chips.
On rare occassions when we do rock to sleep, she thinks I'm a human jukebox. She asks for Twinkle and as soon as I start to sing, she says "Aceees" which translates to ABC's. Three notes in she says "Tura" which is Tura Lura Lura and then we round it out with "Baby" = Rockabye Baby. It cracks me up because I never get to finish a song. Sometimes she asks for Sesame or Elmo as well. The Elmo's World theme actually works really well as a lullaby when you slow it down a bit.
Her favorite toy right now is a collection of plastic letters that link together. She knows the letters X, D, and Q. She links them and then hands them to me and says "Mama, fix" which means please take them all apart again.
Oh, and she's figured out how to undress herself. Luckily, the diaper has stayed on so far.
She loves loves Sesame Street and "tubbies" (Teletubbies) and asks for "tb" in the AM.
Knows when she's wet but I'm so not ready for potty training yet!
She loves to swing and climbs into the baby swing on the playground at church and buckles herself in.
Does a little dance when you ask her what a monkey says.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Here I am!
I have one word to explain my absence from the blogging world…. motherhood! I was trying today to remember a time when I had an entire day to myself. I’m pretty sure its been at least 8 1/2 years (since my oldest was born) but for the last 2 years especially, the days just seem to be whizzing on by. I’m not complaining… not in the least. I love that my life revolves around two beautiful little girls who, at least for now, love me back, unconditionally. I know those teenage years are just around the bend for Kayla but right now I cherish our late night chats as I’m laying in her bed trying to help her fall asleep. I hate that I fall asleep too and usually don’t wake up until 4am but I wouldn’t trade our talks for anything. I’m also bleary eyed from staying up with Gracie in the middle of the night. I think she’s getting about eight teeth at once… molars. Ouch! I’d be up crying too probably. As much as I cherish sleep, there is nothing like feeling her head against my chest and knowing that these moments are fleeting.
All too soon I’ll have plenty of time to catch up on that stack of books I’ve been meaning to read. I’ll have plenty of time to chat with friends on the phone or meet them for all night dinners. I’ll have plenty of time to lounge around on the couch and watch TV until my brain is mush. Plenty of time for dates with my sweet husband. Plenty of time for just me. I have the feeling I won’t be savoring it as much as I long for it right now.
I think I’ll be bugging my girls for grandkids instead. :0)
All too soon I’ll have plenty of time to catch up on that stack of books I’ve been meaning to read. I’ll have plenty of time to chat with friends on the phone or meet them for all night dinners. I’ll have plenty of time to lounge around on the couch and watch TV until my brain is mush. Plenty of time for dates with my sweet husband. Plenty of time for just me. I have the feeling I won’t be savoring it as much as I long for it right now.
I think I’ll be bugging my girls for grandkids instead. :0)
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Dream Big
For Christmas my husband got me an XM Radio. I was very excited to find a station called Highway 16 which plays country but not necessarily Top 40 country. It plays the new bands before the mainstream radio stations do. Two bands I’m in love with that are now topping the country charts are Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband (isn’t that a GREAT name??) and a band called Hot Apple Pie (more about them in a later post). Ryan Shupe has a wonderful song called “Dream Big” and the lyrics spoke to me loud and clear at a time when I was looking for direction in life. The world needs more songs with a positive message and this one rocks in my humble opinion. Thank you Ryan Shupe and your Rubberband! (www.shupe.net)
DREAM BIG
(Ryan Shupe & The Rubberband)
When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,
‘Cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,
And don’t let them know that they have won.
And when you walk, walk with pride,
And don’t show the hurt inside,
Because the pain sill soon be gone.
(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
‘Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
And when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,
‘Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,
And it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on,
But when the troubles come your way.
(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
‘Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
(Dream big.)
(Dream big.)
When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and
don’t let them know that they have one.
And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
‘Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all
around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to
help to carry on when the troubles come your way.
DREAM BIG
(Ryan Shupe & The Rubberband)
When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,
‘Cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,
And don’t let them know that they have won.
And when you walk, walk with pride,
And don’t show the hurt inside,
Because the pain sill soon be gone.
(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
‘Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
And when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,
‘Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,
And it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on,
But when the troubles come your way.
(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
‘Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
(Dream big.)
(Dream big.)
When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and
don’t let them know that they have one.
And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
‘Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all
around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to
help to carry on when the troubles come your way.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Where were you when the world stopped turning?
Today is not a day I want to remember but rather a day I feel like I should remember…. always. I can’t believe its been five years. The memories are burned into my brain as clearly as when I saw the Challenger explode, as clearly as the day our school principal announced President Reagan had been shot, as clearly as the day I sat with my brother at a memorial for John Lennon. But somehow, these memories are so much harder to think about. Somehow my brain still wants to think it was all just a horrible dream that everyone I know happened to have. But it certainly wasn’t a dream. It did happen. And today I feel the need to remember. I’m taping a lot of the memorial ceremonies and I’m wearing my NYFD T-shirt. My husband bought it for me that October and all proceeds went to the Firefighters Fund. He bought one for each of us so that we could feel like we were contributing if even just in the smallest way.
I still vividly remember pulling into the parking lot at work and hearing the DJ say a “small” plane just hit the World Trade Center. I ran in and flipped on my computer so I could read about it on MSNBC and since I’m a newshound, decided to go turn on the tv in the kitchen to see if the TODAY show had better info. I stood there in horror as I watched the second plane hit. Immediately everyone realized this was NOT an accident and that certainly wasn’t a commuter plane. I knew I needed to get back to my desk (I was a receptionist at the time) but it was as if my feet were made of lead. I just wanted to stand there and wait for someone to tell me it wasn’t real. The phones were so quiet that day. The only calls we got were from family members and friends who had the next news report or sometimes the next rumor. I remember being terrified to go to a gas station because someone said they were attacking them with sarin gas. My daughter, Kayla, was three and I remember just wanting to race to the daycare and pick her up and hold her. My ex husband had moved to California and we were barely on speaking terms but I remember his phone call and feeling like I should be nice to him at that moment and let bygones be bygones. Don called about every 20 minutes. At that time he had a job where he was on the road most of the day so he had the radio on and was getting constant news reports. I remember the theories that other planes were in the air and that the West Coast was next. I remember that the White House was a target and suddenly they were showing the President in Louisiana about to get on Air Force One to go who knows where. Then the Pentagon was hit. And then of course Pennsylvania. I will remember that entire day for the rest of my life (as I imagine will all of you). The plane crashes were horrific but when the buildings came down, it was the worst news I’d ever heard in my life. I wonder if the terrorists knew the buildings would fall, or even considered they might. I think of all the people who were in stairwells on their way out when the walls came crumbling down around them. Its certainly one of those “Why God????” questions.
The entire day still just seems surreal. I remember finally going home that night and just sitting in front of my TV. I let Kayla fall asleep in my lap and I laid awake all night just watching the news unfold. My mom had just had back surgery so my aunt was here from California and was supposed to fly home on the 12th but of course was stuck here for another week. Those days when the planes were grounded were so odd. I remember looking up at the blue sky and not seeing anything. The first plane I saw when they started to fly again looked too low. A lot of planes look too low to me now.
Over the last five years I’ve found myself drawn to the books, the movies, the documentaries. I didn’t see United 93 but only because it wasn’t in theatres long enough. I will buy it on DVD eventually if only to show Kayla and Gracie when they are old enough. Don and I recently saw World Trade Center and it was an amazing film mostly about the good of that day. Remember the good? Remember how everyone was a lot nicer to others? Remember how you were proud to be an American? Remember how there were flags and red, white, and blue everywhere?
Do you remember the first time you heard laughter after 9/11? Do you remember the day when it was ok to smile again? I didn’t think it would ever be ok. Do you remember the Alan Jackson song….
“Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watching
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
The greatest is love
The greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?
I still vividly remember pulling into the parking lot at work and hearing the DJ say a “small” plane just hit the World Trade Center. I ran in and flipped on my computer so I could read about it on MSNBC and since I’m a newshound, decided to go turn on the tv in the kitchen to see if the TODAY show had better info. I stood there in horror as I watched the second plane hit. Immediately everyone realized this was NOT an accident and that certainly wasn’t a commuter plane. I knew I needed to get back to my desk (I was a receptionist at the time) but it was as if my feet were made of lead. I just wanted to stand there and wait for someone to tell me it wasn’t real. The phones were so quiet that day. The only calls we got were from family members and friends who had the next news report or sometimes the next rumor. I remember being terrified to go to a gas station because someone said they were attacking them with sarin gas. My daughter, Kayla, was three and I remember just wanting to race to the daycare and pick her up and hold her. My ex husband had moved to California and we were barely on speaking terms but I remember his phone call and feeling like I should be nice to him at that moment and let bygones be bygones. Don called about every 20 minutes. At that time he had a job where he was on the road most of the day so he had the radio on and was getting constant news reports. I remember the theories that other planes were in the air and that the West Coast was next. I remember that the White House was a target and suddenly they were showing the President in Louisiana about to get on Air Force One to go who knows where. Then the Pentagon was hit. And then of course Pennsylvania. I will remember that entire day for the rest of my life (as I imagine will all of you). The plane crashes were horrific but when the buildings came down, it was the worst news I’d ever heard in my life. I wonder if the terrorists knew the buildings would fall, or even considered they might. I think of all the people who were in stairwells on their way out when the walls came crumbling down around them. Its certainly one of those “Why God????” questions.
The entire day still just seems surreal. I remember finally going home that night and just sitting in front of my TV. I let Kayla fall asleep in my lap and I laid awake all night just watching the news unfold. My mom had just had back surgery so my aunt was here from California and was supposed to fly home on the 12th but of course was stuck here for another week. Those days when the planes were grounded were so odd. I remember looking up at the blue sky and not seeing anything. The first plane I saw when they started to fly again looked too low. A lot of planes look too low to me now.
Over the last five years I’ve found myself drawn to the books, the movies, the documentaries. I didn’t see United 93 but only because it wasn’t in theatres long enough. I will buy it on DVD eventually if only to show Kayla and Gracie when they are old enough. Don and I recently saw World Trade Center and it was an amazing film mostly about the good of that day. Remember the good? Remember how everyone was a lot nicer to others? Remember how you were proud to be an American? Remember how there were flags and red, white, and blue everywhere?
Do you remember the first time you heard laughter after 9/11? Do you remember the day when it was ok to smile again? I didn’t think it would ever be ok. Do you remember the Alan Jackson song….
“Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watching
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love
The greatest is love
The greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?
Friday, September 8, 2006
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