Rachel LOVES dots! She points them out on a nightgown I have and she also favors the two polka-dot onesies she owns -- one is pink with brown polka-dot sleeves and another is a pink shirt with white polka dots. While I was dressing her in the pink one today, she pointed to the quilt we've hung on the wall -- it has polka dots, too!
Her favorite color appears to be yellow, since she loves her yellow crayon. So, this weekend Drew is going to hunt for more polka dot-covered clothing. If anyone can tell me where I can find a yellow polka dot dress, Rachel would be quite pleased to know!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Noooo!!
Ah, yes. Rachel has discovered the word "no," followed by beak-the-door-down wailing that can make your heart break if you're not a meany like her mommy and daddy.
"NOOOO!" she wails, when try to change her diaper.
"NOOOO!" when we try to put her into a sleepsuit she doesn't like.
"NOOOO!" when I didn't honor her choice of clothing today -- a pink shirt and brown pants. She had worn it earlier in the week and I wanted to dress her in something different. Finally I just gave in. It didn't really matter, I reasoned, since the outfit wasn't dirty and it was appropriate for the weather.
It was eerie how fast she calmed down and burbled happily again.
"NOOOO!" she wails, when try to change her diaper.
"NOOOO!" when we try to put her into a sleepsuit she doesn't like.
"NOOOO!" when I didn't honor her choice of clothing today -- a pink shirt and brown pants. She had worn it earlier in the week and I wanted to dress her in something different. Finally I just gave in. It didn't really matter, I reasoned, since the outfit wasn't dirty and it was appropriate for the weather.
It was eerie how fast she calmed down and burbled happily again.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Big-girl car seat!
After 19-plus months of making do with one car seat and two cars -- which meant that Drew and I were constantly taking stuff out of our trunks and putting it in the other person's car, juggling our schedules so that one of us had my car (which has the car seat) when it was their turn to take Rachel in to daycare -- we finally broke down and got her a bigger car seat.
Drew bought it today; it cost $180 and looks like something NASA designed. It has armrests, a cup holder and it converts to a booster seat so that we won't have to replace it -- she'll just go right to seat belts when she's old enough! It's also forward-facing so she can see everything passing by as we drive home.
We'll replace the seat in my car when she's 2, and that will be last car seat we'll have to buy. Yay!
Of course, this means my little girl is growing up. She WANTS to grow up, Drew reminded me. Still, the day we get rid of the car seats for good will be a sad day for Rachel's mommy.
Drew bought it today; it cost $180 and looks like something NASA designed. It has armrests, a cup holder and it converts to a booster seat so that we won't have to replace it -- she'll just go right to seat belts when she's old enough! It's also forward-facing so she can see everything passing by as we drive home.
We'll replace the seat in my car when she's 2, and that will be last car seat we'll have to buy. Yay!
Of course, this means my little girl is growing up. She WANTS to grow up, Drew reminded me. Still, the day we get rid of the car seats for good will be a sad day for Rachel's mommy.
Moe, pease!
"Moe" is Rachel's word for "more." "Pease," is how she says "please." We started telling her last night to use "please" after "more." As in, when she asks for more challah, we say, "more PLEASE," and she says "pease!"
After telling her a couple of times, she said, unbidden, "moe, pease!" We hugged her and kissed her and told her "thank you, Rachel!"
My goal is for her to have such exquisite manners that she puts other kids in casual Oregon to shame.
After telling her a couple of times, she said, unbidden, "moe, pease!" We hugged her and kissed her and told her "thank you, Rachel!"
My goal is for her to have such exquisite manners that she puts other kids in casual Oregon to shame.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Yay for Daddy!
Rachel's latest sweet habit: When Drew sings to her at night, she lifts up her head, says a soft and sleepy "yay!" then snuggles back into his chest for the next song.
"She never does that with me," I said wistfully last night.
Then I comforted myself with the thought that Drew, bless him, can't carry a tune for more than a few bars. She's probably applauding his effort rather than his skill.
"She never does that with me," I said wistfully last night.
Then I comforted myself with the thought that Drew, bless him, can't carry a tune for more than a few bars. She's probably applauding his effort rather than his skill.
Monday, March 1, 2010
It's spring!
Well, it feels like it, anyway. The daffodils are out, the dogwoods are in bloom, the air is slightly warm...it feels as if we've left our very mild winter behind. My worry is, what's going to happen when April and May come around? Will we have a second spring or will it already be summer?
I took Rachel to the park yesterday while Drew went grocery shopping. Doug and Linda came up and generously gave us a revolving egg-shaped chair with a hood that the boys had liked when they were Rachel's age. She loved twirling around in it and pulling the hood over herself to hide. We're looking forward to the day she tries to hide while reading a book and doesn't want to deal with Mommy and Daddy.
I was pretty tired. Between watching the Winter Olympics and recovering from the intense stress of worrying about whether I'd lose my job during last week's layoffs (I didn't, and I feel extremely lucky but sad for the folks I knew who did) I haven't gotten much sleep. So instead of accompanying Rachel up and down the slide, I just watched her as she wandered off to the ramp of the play structure at Laurelhurst Park, climbed the stairs to the slide and slid down, all by herself! She did this over and over and over. I loved watching her, although I also remarked to Linda that it was nice to be able to have a grownup conversation while our kids horsed around.
I took Rachel to the park yesterday while Drew went grocery shopping. Doug and Linda came up and generously gave us a revolving egg-shaped chair with a hood that the boys had liked when they were Rachel's age. She loved twirling around in it and pulling the hood over herself to hide. We're looking forward to the day she tries to hide while reading a book and doesn't want to deal with Mommy and Daddy.
I was pretty tired. Between watching the Winter Olympics and recovering from the intense stress of worrying about whether I'd lose my job during last week's layoffs (I didn't, and I feel extremely lucky but sad for the folks I knew who did) I haven't gotten much sleep. So instead of accompanying Rachel up and down the slide, I just watched her as she wandered off to the ramp of the play structure at Laurelhurst Park, climbed the stairs to the slide and slid down, all by herself! She did this over and over and over. I loved watching her, although I also remarked to Linda that it was nice to be able to have a grownup conversation while our kids horsed around.
B-O-P!
Yes, folks, Rachel can actually identify those three letters!
Let's hear it for B! Beeeee!!!!!!!
Let's hear it for O! Ohhhhh!!!
Let's hear it for P! Peeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
You can point to those letters anywhere -- the magnetic ones on the fridge, on the Cheerios box, in a book...and she will consistently say what they are.
We can already tell she's going to be WAY smarter than her parents.
She also knows that "p" is a word. As in, that's what you do down "there." So sometimes she'll point to her crotch and say, "pee." This morning she pointed to Drew's crotch and said the same thing.
I wonder if she's ready to start potty training?
Let's hear it for B! Beeeee!!!!!!!
Let's hear it for O! Ohhhhh!!!
Let's hear it for P! Peeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
You can point to those letters anywhere -- the magnetic ones on the fridge, on the Cheerios box, in a book...and she will consistently say what they are.
We can already tell she's going to be WAY smarter than her parents.
She also knows that "p" is a word. As in, that's what you do down "there." So sometimes she'll point to her crotch and say, "pee." This morning she pointed to Drew's crotch and said the same thing.
I wonder if she's ready to start potty training?
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