I can't get enough of your little mouth and the way you talk. You're at that most adorable phase of saying the most bizarrely funny things like: "hey mom. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" which apparently I was not because your thoughts involved ladybugs.
When I ask you Why? You always start your sentence with: "oh, because..."
You have a lisp. It's very cute, but I wonder if I should see someone about it.
If someone says something and you didn't hear or don't know the answer you respond with: "what" only it's not said as a question or with any inflection almost like I had asked, 'name one of the five wh- words...'
Sumpin' is how you say something. Actually, you end most -ing words with -in' instead.
If you're mad at Rachel 99% of the time you'll accuse her of snatching something. Snatching is the worst offense imaginable, according to you.
I just love the things you say. You always make me laugh.
Love Mommy
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
When I Grow Up...
Dear Cordie,
You are standing beside me right now (waaaay past your bedtime - you had a nap this afternoon) talking to Daddy about what you want to be when you grow up. You said that Rachie told you to be a Lady Bug Hunter, so that's what you're going to be. You're explaining how you are going to first get a jar and then catch the ladybugs and put them in the jar and put some holes so they can breath and then put in some grass and leaves and then they'll be happy! But no water oh because ladybugs don't float.
You learnt the last bit the hard way. We spent a week at a cottage this summer and your favourite thing to do at the beach was to collect ladybugs. Then you would play with them until they went to sleep and would 'fly away' as soon as you turned your back and I could dump out the dead bug. One lasted a whole 24 hours until you were convinced that it wanted to swim. It did not want to swim. Ladybugs don't float.
You also want to be a ladybug for Halloween this year. I'm on the hunt for the perfect costume.
Love you, Mommy
You are standing beside me right now (waaaay past your bedtime - you had a nap this afternoon) talking to Daddy about what you want to be when you grow up. You said that Rachie told you to be a Lady Bug Hunter, so that's what you're going to be. You're explaining how you are going to first get a jar and then catch the ladybugs and put them in the jar and put some holes so they can breath and then put in some grass and leaves and then they'll be happy! But no water oh because ladybugs don't float.
You learnt the last bit the hard way. We spent a week at a cottage this summer and your favourite thing to do at the beach was to collect ladybugs. Then you would play with them until they went to sleep and would 'fly away' as soon as you turned your back and I could dump out the dead bug. One lasted a whole 24 hours until you were convinced that it wanted to swim. It did not want to swim. Ladybugs don't float.
You also want to be a ladybug for Halloween this year. I'm on the hunt for the perfect costume.
Love you, Mommy
Monday, June 13, 2011
Firsts
Dear Cordelia,
Turning three seems to be the time when babyhood ends for good and yet for you there have been so many firsts in the past few months, it's like babyhood all over again! You have reminded me yet again what a brave, confident little girl you really are.
First, you had your first trip to the eye doctor. Rachel had gone before, but did not remember it so the two of you were quite nervous and not sure what to expect. Your eye doctor was very nice and you immediately warmed up to him. Rachel went first, but you and I were in the room watching. When it was your turn in the chair, you were hesitant but began responding and doing what he asked in no time. Your vision is perfect.
Next up was the dentist. Rachel doesn't mind the dentist, so you were less apprehensive about this one. You do know Dr. Vern, but of course you are shy. When we got there, Rachel went first again and you surprised me by hopping up in the chair right away and opening your mouth. You had a full cleaning and polishing! Afterward, Vern gave you a lot of toothbrushes and stickers. Perfect teeth!
Third, you had to go have your three year check up with the doctor. This was an appointment that you and I attended on your own, so you didn't have your sister to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no needles, nothing to be scared of. You bravely sat on my lap while Dr. Hyndman looked you over and declared that you are healthy and well.
About a week after all of these appointments you told me that you were sick and had to go see the doctor in the hospital like Kingsley. Kingsley goes to a lot of doctor appointments, and up until now you had no reason to be jealous of that fact. Now, however, you see the doctors as somewhere that you get a lot of attention, praise and stickers. You are all over that.
Today was the latest in your list of firsts. At three years, three weeks old, you had your first hair cut. Finally! You didn't have any fear of this one. I told you it wasn't going to hurt and you believed me. You even told me that we could just get Daddy's clippers and buzz your hair. Um. No. Just a little bit? No. Just on top? No. I am going to hide the clippers because I'm not sure where that idea came from, but I wouldn't put it past you to try it out.
You watched Kingsley get his haircut (his third) and then sat up in the big chair to get yours done. The stylist trimmed off the dry baby hair in the back and evened out the length. It looks very sweet, just like you.
Turning three seems to be the time when babyhood ends for good and yet for you there have been so many firsts in the past few months, it's like babyhood all over again! You have reminded me yet again what a brave, confident little girl you really are.
First, you had your first trip to the eye doctor. Rachel had gone before, but did not remember it so the two of you were quite nervous and not sure what to expect. Your eye doctor was very nice and you immediately warmed up to him. Rachel went first, but you and I were in the room watching. When it was your turn in the chair, you were hesitant but began responding and doing what he asked in no time. Your vision is perfect.
Next up was the dentist. Rachel doesn't mind the dentist, so you were less apprehensive about this one. You do know Dr. Vern, but of course you are shy. When we got there, Rachel went first again and you surprised me by hopping up in the chair right away and opening your mouth. You had a full cleaning and polishing! Afterward, Vern gave you a lot of toothbrushes and stickers. Perfect teeth!
Waiting for your cleaning to begin.
Helping out the hygenist doing the flouride.
Holding the sucking thing.
Cheese! Look, Ma! No Cavitites!
Third, you had to go have your three year check up with the doctor. This was an appointment that you and I attended on your own, so you didn't have your sister to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no needles, nothing to be scared of. You bravely sat on my lap while Dr. Hyndman looked you over and declared that you are healthy and well.
About a week after all of these appointments you told me that you were sick and had to go see the doctor in the hospital like Kingsley. Kingsley goes to a lot of doctor appointments, and up until now you had no reason to be jealous of that fact. Now, however, you see the doctors as somewhere that you get a lot of attention, praise and stickers. You are all over that.
Today was the latest in your list of firsts. At three years, three weeks old, you had your first hair cut. Finally! You didn't have any fear of this one. I told you it wasn't going to hurt and you believed me. You even told me that we could just get Daddy's clippers and buzz your hair. Um. No. Just a little bit? No. Just on top? No. I am going to hide the clippers because I'm not sure where that idea came from, but I wouldn't put it past you to try it out.
You watched Kingsley get his haircut (his third) and then sat up in the big chair to get yours done. The stylist trimmed off the dry baby hair in the back and evened out the length. It looks very sweet, just like you.
Before - total bed head!
All wet and ready for your trim!
Getting a feel for what was there.
Snip, snip! All done and even. Beautiful!
Love Mommy
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Trouble
Dear Cordelia,
Oh, my Cordie. What on earth am I going to do with you? I was ready to sell you to gypsies yesterday.
For starters, your main method of communication right now is screaming and whining, with a side of crying. You want to do things your way and your way only. You and I butt heads countless times in a day.
We somehow survived getting ready for school without too much blowout, only to get in the van and realize that you had played with the lights and left the trunk light on and killed the battery. When I finally got that resolved (thanks to a rescue from Nana and Grandpa), I was sitting at the kitchen table and realized that you had taken a bingo dabber to the white carpet in the computer room.
When I picked you up from school, you were on a fast track to chaos. You yelled, screamed, argued, smacked a glass of milk out of my hand, pulled Rachel's hair, you screamed and woke Kingsley up from his nap, broke your doorknob cover when I tried to put you in your room... it went on and on and on. I finally dragged you guys out to the mall to get out of the house and give Kingsley some time to practice wheeling around. You ran around like you'd never been let out of your house before. It was a bit of a disaster.
This morning, you woke up with the biggest smile and bounced out of your bed to go see Kinglsey and smother him with kisses. And all of yesterday was a distant memory. It amazes me how you are sugar and spice, so blended together. One minute I want to lock you in your room, the next minute I want to be in there with you. I love you so much, Cordelia. I hope we survive this phase. ;)
Love Mommy
Oh, my Cordie. What on earth am I going to do with you? I was ready to sell you to gypsies yesterday.
For starters, your main method of communication right now is screaming and whining, with a side of crying. You want to do things your way and your way only. You and I butt heads countless times in a day.
We somehow survived getting ready for school without too much blowout, only to get in the van and realize that you had played with the lights and left the trunk light on and killed the battery. When I finally got that resolved (thanks to a rescue from Nana and Grandpa), I was sitting at the kitchen table and realized that you had taken a bingo dabber to the white carpet in the computer room.
When I picked you up from school, you were on a fast track to chaos. You yelled, screamed, argued, smacked a glass of milk out of my hand, pulled Rachel's hair, you screamed and woke Kingsley up from his nap, broke your doorknob cover when I tried to put you in your room... it went on and on and on. I finally dragged you guys out to the mall to get out of the house and give Kingsley some time to practice wheeling around. You ran around like you'd never been let out of your house before. It was a bit of a disaster.
This morning, you woke up with the biggest smile and bounced out of your bed to go see Kinglsey and smother him with kisses. And all of yesterday was a distant memory. It amazes me how you are sugar and spice, so blended together. One minute I want to lock you in your room, the next minute I want to be in there with you. I love you so much, Cordelia. I hope we survive this phase. ;)
Love Mommy
Monday, June 6, 2011
Three
Hi Sweetheart,
You are now three! You had an awesome birthday. With all of the birthday's that happen in the first few months of the year (Kamille, Kingsley, Aunt Kristi, Uncle Kevin, me, Rachel, Eric) you were asking for weeks when it was going to be your turn. Once in March, Rachel told you your birthday wasn't for another month and you immediately burst into tears and insisted that she was wrong - there was NO WAY you had to wait that long for your birthday.
And then finally it was here! I had been planning it for ages. You are still in love with Jessie the cowgirl, so we did a Toy Story theme.
Your birthday fell on a Friday. Daddy had to get off to work early, so we woke you up together and he gave you birthday hugs and kisses before leaving. Then you and Rachel joined me in Kingsley's room and while I fed him you opened your presents. You were so adorable opening them up and getting so excited about each one. We gave you a Jessie t-shirt, a stuffed dog that you have to teach to be house trained, a dress, a Toy Story game and a Toy Story book. You and Rachel loved the dog and thought it was HILARIOUS that you could feed it a bottle and then it would pee. You played with it all morning after we dropped Rachel off at school.
You, Kingsley and I went grocery shopping for your party and then shopping at the Party Store so that you could pick out the treats for the loot bags and prizes for the games. Going to the party store for your birthday party is a favourite thing of you and Rachel and something you look forward to each time someones birthday comes around. Grandma and Nana both came to visit you during the day. Grandma brought you some small pink roses which she does for every birthday.
It was a gorgeous day, so we spent a lot of the afternoon outside. You played in the sandbox and in the water table and blew bubbles. We had pizza for dinner, which was your request. We ate it outside when Daddy came home, then came inside for cupcakes. After dinner, Daddy and I gave you two more birthday presents: pink cowgirl boots and a new Barbie tricycle. Both were pretty exciting.
After all of that, it was time for bed! You had to get to sleep so that you'd be fresh for your party the next day.
Your birthday party day started out with breakfast in bed - something we did with Rachel this year and you felt pretty special to be getting as well. Mini waffles, fruit and juice.
I made Daddy keep you and Rachel occupied all day so that I could clean the house and get the final things ready for your party. It started at 3pm. Nana, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Carol Anne, Eric, Scarlet, Molly, Nicole and some of my friends all came. You guys played freeze dance and pin the badge on Woody. There was a lot of playing with your friends, eating, dancing and running around. You had a great time! I made chocolate cupcakes with orange buttercream icing, which was what you had asked for, then topped them with Toy Story figurines. You got a lot of really nice gifts such as clothing, books, a sprinkler for outside, and stuffed Jessie and Bullseye dolls. Grandma also got you a picnic table for outside, which went well with the picnic basket that Aunt Kristi sent you.
After the party, Daddy had to leave for another party and we just hung out here until bedtime. You were all tired and worn out from the great day. You fell asleep almost instantly.
I loved watching my sweet little Strawberry Bug be the centre of attention and get all of the love and adoration you deserve. I hope every birthday is as happy as this one.
Love, Mommy
You are now three! You had an awesome birthday. With all of the birthday's that happen in the first few months of the year (Kamille, Kingsley, Aunt Kristi, Uncle Kevin, me, Rachel, Eric) you were asking for weeks when it was going to be your turn. Once in March, Rachel told you your birthday wasn't for another month and you immediately burst into tears and insisted that she was wrong - there was NO WAY you had to wait that long for your birthday.
And then finally it was here! I had been planning it for ages. You are still in love with Jessie the cowgirl, so we did a Toy Story theme.
Your birthday fell on a Friday. Daddy had to get off to work early, so we woke you up together and he gave you birthday hugs and kisses before leaving. Then you and Rachel joined me in Kingsley's room and while I fed him you opened your presents. You were so adorable opening them up and getting so excited about each one. We gave you a Jessie t-shirt, a stuffed dog that you have to teach to be house trained, a dress, a Toy Story game and a Toy Story book. You and Rachel loved the dog and thought it was HILARIOUS that you could feed it a bottle and then it would pee. You played with it all morning after we dropped Rachel off at school.
You, Kingsley and I went grocery shopping for your party and then shopping at the Party Store so that you could pick out the treats for the loot bags and prizes for the games. Going to the party store for your birthday party is a favourite thing of you and Rachel and something you look forward to each time someones birthday comes around. Grandma and Nana both came to visit you during the day. Grandma brought you some small pink roses which she does for every birthday.
It was a gorgeous day, so we spent a lot of the afternoon outside. You played in the sandbox and in the water table and blew bubbles. We had pizza for dinner, which was your request. We ate it outside when Daddy came home, then came inside for cupcakes. After dinner, Daddy and I gave you two more birthday presents: pink cowgirl boots and a new Barbie tricycle. Both were pretty exciting.
After all of that, it was time for bed! You had to get to sleep so that you'd be fresh for your party the next day.
Your birthday party day started out with breakfast in bed - something we did with Rachel this year and you felt pretty special to be getting as well. Mini waffles, fruit and juice.
I made Daddy keep you and Rachel occupied all day so that I could clean the house and get the final things ready for your party. It started at 3pm. Nana, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Carol Anne, Eric, Scarlet, Molly, Nicole and some of my friends all came. You guys played freeze dance and pin the badge on Woody. There was a lot of playing with your friends, eating, dancing and running around. You had a great time! I made chocolate cupcakes with orange buttercream icing, which was what you had asked for, then topped them with Toy Story figurines. You got a lot of really nice gifts such as clothing, books, a sprinkler for outside, and stuffed Jessie and Bullseye dolls. Grandma also got you a picnic table for outside, which went well with the picnic basket that Aunt Kristi sent you.
After the party, Daddy had to leave for another party and we just hung out here until bedtime. You were all tired and worn out from the great day. You fell asleep almost instantly.
I loved watching my sweet little Strawberry Bug be the centre of attention and get all of the love and adoration you deserve. I hope every birthday is as happy as this one.
Love, Mommy
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Date Night
Dear Cor,
You and Daddy have not been getting along lately. He teases you and you do not get that he is teasing you. The end result is that you have not been impressed with him. When Daddy comes home from work, you are usually worked up, getting ready for bed, running around getting into mischief. In the morning, you are a grumpy Gus, just like him. So, likewise, Daddy has not been very impressed with you.
I told Daddy how fabulous you are in the long hours between your grouchy rising and your mischievous bedtime performances and then reminded him that you are not quite three and don't really understand his teasing yet. He decided tonight that perhaps you should spend some one on one time together.
So, tonight you went on a date with Daddy after dinner. You went to 'the Ice Cream Store', otherwise known as Marble Slab. You got chocolate ice cream with sprinkles and gummy bears and you shared it with him. When you got home, you were covered in chocolate and very much in love with Daddy again. Date night success!
Love Mommy
You and Daddy have not been getting along lately. He teases you and you do not get that he is teasing you. The end result is that you have not been impressed with him. When Daddy comes home from work, you are usually worked up, getting ready for bed, running around getting into mischief. In the morning, you are a grumpy Gus, just like him. So, likewise, Daddy has not been very impressed with you.
I told Daddy how fabulous you are in the long hours between your grouchy rising and your mischievous bedtime performances and then reminded him that you are not quite three and don't really understand his teasing yet. He decided tonight that perhaps you should spend some one on one time together.
So, tonight you went on a date with Daddy after dinner. You went to 'the Ice Cream Store', otherwise known as Marble Slab. You got chocolate ice cream with sprinkles and gummy bears and you shared it with him. When you got home, you were covered in chocolate and very much in love with Daddy again. Date night success!
Love Mommy
My Baby Girl
Dear Cordelia,
You're at an interesting age right now. You spend your days proclaiming either: "No! I not a baby! I a BIG GIRL!" or "Mommy, I'm yours baby, right?" You seem to want to do all of the big girl things like drink from a big girl cup and use big girl toothpaste and sleep in your big girl bed, but you want to be reassured that you are my baby girl and get the attention and doting that comes along with that. You will always be my baby girl.
Up until about a month ago you were still sleeping in the crib. I had no problem with that. Your big girl bedroom was all set up with your paintings and your clothes and your bedding, but Kingsley slept in there. You slept in the smaller bedroom with Kingsley's clothes and Kingsley's pictures and Kingsley's knick-knacks. He was happy on the bed, you were happy in the crib. I was happy that you were contained and that I could lie down when Kingsley woke up in the middle of the night. Then one day you decided you were done with your crib. It was a sad day for me.
The first week or two were dreadful. You would not stay in your bed. You were put in there at about 7-7:30, which is your usual bedtime, but you would not sleep until about 10 or 11 and that was usually after disasters and threats from Daddy and I. I found you giving yourself a pedicure in the dark. I found you attempting to vacuum your room. I found you in the medicine cabinet I don't know how many times. I found you on the bathroom counter washing your feet in the sink. You also liked to check in on Rachel and Kingsley and see how they were doing. It was exhausting. Naps also were not very successful in the big girl bed.
Meanwhile, Kingsley was also not adjusting to his new crib. He sleeps in a crib when in the hospital and was not impressed with being in one at home. Between the two of you, I was cursing the decision to switch beds.
I got a tip to put the child proof door knob cover on the inside of your bedroom door and our problems were solved. The first night, I put it on when you weren't looking. About 30 seconds after I tucked you in and shut your door I heard you jiggling it, whining and eventually giving up. When I stuck my head in, you were scowling and asking: "What that thing there Mom?" You're used to it now. I take it off when I go to bed so that you can get out to go to the bathroom or come see us if you need something. It's working out after all.
You look so small curled up in your great big bed. My little baby. Such a big girl.
Love Mommy
You're at an interesting age right now. You spend your days proclaiming either: "No! I not a baby! I a BIG GIRL!" or "Mommy, I'm yours baby, right?" You seem to want to do all of the big girl things like drink from a big girl cup and use big girl toothpaste and sleep in your big girl bed, but you want to be reassured that you are my baby girl and get the attention and doting that comes along with that. You will always be my baby girl.
Up until about a month ago you were still sleeping in the crib. I had no problem with that. Your big girl bedroom was all set up with your paintings and your clothes and your bedding, but Kingsley slept in there. You slept in the smaller bedroom with Kingsley's clothes and Kingsley's pictures and Kingsley's knick-knacks. He was happy on the bed, you were happy in the crib. I was happy that you were contained and that I could lie down when Kingsley woke up in the middle of the night. Then one day you decided you were done with your crib. It was a sad day for me.
The first week or two were dreadful. You would not stay in your bed. You were put in there at about 7-7:30, which is your usual bedtime, but you would not sleep until about 10 or 11 and that was usually after disasters and threats from Daddy and I. I found you giving yourself a pedicure in the dark. I found you attempting to vacuum your room. I found you in the medicine cabinet I don't know how many times. I found you on the bathroom counter washing your feet in the sink. You also liked to check in on Rachel and Kingsley and see how they were doing. It was exhausting. Naps also were not very successful in the big girl bed.
Meanwhile, Kingsley was also not adjusting to his new crib. He sleeps in a crib when in the hospital and was not impressed with being in one at home. Between the two of you, I was cursing the decision to switch beds.
I got a tip to put the child proof door knob cover on the inside of your bedroom door and our problems were solved. The first night, I put it on when you weren't looking. About 30 seconds after I tucked you in and shut your door I heard you jiggling it, whining and eventually giving up. When I stuck my head in, you were scowling and asking: "What that thing there Mom?" You're used to it now. I take it off when I go to bed so that you can get out to go to the bathroom or come see us if you need something. It's working out after all.
You look so small curled up in your great big bed. My little baby. Such a big girl.
Love Mommy
Friday, January 14, 2011
Busy Times
Hi Sweetheart,
We've had such a busy couple of months. At the end of November Kingsley had a pretty big surgery called a posterior fossa decompression. I was at the hospital with him for most of the days until late at night. You would spend the time with Nana or Grandma either at one of their houses or at ours. Rachel still went to school every morning, so some of the time you were by yourself doing things with them. Kingsley was in the hospital for nine days and this seemed to effect you more than Rachel. You and Kingsley are quite the pals. With Rachel in school in the morning, you had gotten used to doing playgroups with Kingsley or hanging out with me. With that routine disrupted, you seemed a little sad. Every morning you would break my heart by leaping out of my arms and running into the hallway to check and see if Kingsley was across the hall in his room. When he wasn't, you'd say, "Kingy in the hops-it-al." and then come back to see me for a bit. One mornings, I decided to spend some time with you and take you out to run some errands. You got so upset and begged me to just stay home with you and watch cartoons. My poor sweetheart, you just wanted to slow down and stop all the shuffling. I felt awful.
When Kingsley came home, you were ecstatic. The grins on your and Kingsley's faces was priceless. You've been so concerned with his new boo-boo, taking every opportunity to kiss it better even now. You give him hugs all the time and are the first to attempt to soothe him if he's upset. There's quite the bond between you two. I love watching you.
Christmas was fantastic this year. You didn't 'get' it as much as Rachel did, but I can see you starting to come around. You were more than happy to get involved in all of the Christmas prep. You loved the Christmas tree and were always found playing with the ornaments, announcing which ones were yours or Rachel's and reminding me that you were not allowed to touch them. When Rachel was one she was given a set of three song books and a CD that went with them: Away in a Manger, Hark the Herald Angels Sing and Silent Night. She has become so attached to them over the years and this year you took an interest in them. Even today, when we were cleaning the playroom for Kingsley's birthday, you stopped to sit and sing Away in a Manger to yourself. I LOVE hearing you sing.
Santa brought you a lot of Toy Story 3 things this year as you have decided that you "yove Jessie" the cowgirl from Toy Story 2 and 3. You got a Jessie costume that you wear all the time and make people call you Jessie when you're in it. You also got the movie and a few books. You also got a plasma car (which is in the basement because you and Rachel kept riding them around when Kingsley was trying to sleep or crashing into things and just generally harming each other with them), some craft supplies (which you are getting good at!), and a leaptop. For about a week after Christmas, you would suddenly stop what you were doing and announce: "I have to check my emails!" and run for your Leaptop. It was adorable.
A couple of weeks ago, you started preschool. I was so nervous for you on your first day. We had gone for a visit just before Christmas and you had seen that it was where Rachel had gone, so you were familiar with it. You found some toys you liked and I practically had to drag you out when we were done talking with Teacher Terry. On your first day of school, you were pumped. Nana had given you a new backpack for school and you LOVE it. It was all packed up, you were set to go. We dropped Rachel off and then I brought you in. You showed no sign of hesitation when we arrived, switched your shoes, hung up your coat and bag (and I took a lot of pictures) and then brought you to the door. You danced on the spot, eager to get in and get to the toys. I sent you in and stood on the outside waiting. You took about two steps and turned, realizing I wasn't behind you. When you realized I wasn't coming, you did a bit of a dance, holding out your hand to me and whining. Teacher Terry pointed out the doll centre to you and you went with her. That was it. I waited and waited outside the door for you to look up, to show any sign that you were nervous or unsure, but you didn't do it. You were fine. ... although when I picked you up (still happy and enjoying yourself!) you were wearing different pants. Teacher Terry told me that you had an accident about 5 minutes after I left. You haven't had one since though, now that you know the routine and where the bathroom is. She says you have begun participating.
When I dropped you off at preschool yesterday, another mom had just dropped off her younger daughter and was talking to her older daughter. She was saying that her the younger girl was going to be so excited that Cordelia was there. She just looooves Cordelia. She had been talking about Cordelia and had heard that they had held hands all day on Tuesday. Melt my heart, you have a friend. When I asked you about the kids in your class, you delightedly told me that they were your friends. You were so proud.
You have started to speak really well lately. I'm constantly noticing that your clarity is improving as is your sentence structure. You still get 'not' at the end of a sentence, but I'm hearing it less and less. Another thing you're doing now is saying 'yours' instead of 'your' only it sounds like 'yorce'. I love hearing it. It makes me smile inside every time. You'll say things like: "Rachie, is that yours book?" or even better: "Rachie, that is yours book not!"
You and Rachel are quite the pair. You fight all the time. You are also best friends. You play together all day long when you're home together. She calls you Cor or less often Cordie. You call her Rachie, and sometimes Rachel (which you say pretty well now). I love watching the two of you.
You've calmed down the last couple of months. You aren't so much in the 'terrible two's' anymore. Daddy might disagree, but he usually only sees you at night when you're tired. You are so snuggly and lovable. I just can't get enough of you right now.
Love Mommy
We've had such a busy couple of months. At the end of November Kingsley had a pretty big surgery called a posterior fossa decompression. I was at the hospital with him for most of the days until late at night. You would spend the time with Nana or Grandma either at one of their houses or at ours. Rachel still went to school every morning, so some of the time you were by yourself doing things with them. Kingsley was in the hospital for nine days and this seemed to effect you more than Rachel. You and Kingsley are quite the pals. With Rachel in school in the morning, you had gotten used to doing playgroups with Kingsley or hanging out with me. With that routine disrupted, you seemed a little sad. Every morning you would break my heart by leaping out of my arms and running into the hallway to check and see if Kingsley was across the hall in his room. When he wasn't, you'd say, "Kingy in the hops-it-al." and then come back to see me for a bit. One mornings, I decided to spend some time with you and take you out to run some errands. You got so upset and begged me to just stay home with you and watch cartoons. My poor sweetheart, you just wanted to slow down and stop all the shuffling. I felt awful.
When Kingsley came home, you were ecstatic. The grins on your and Kingsley's faces was priceless. You've been so concerned with his new boo-boo, taking every opportunity to kiss it better even now. You give him hugs all the time and are the first to attempt to soothe him if he's upset. There's quite the bond between you two. I love watching you.
Christmas was fantastic this year. You didn't 'get' it as much as Rachel did, but I can see you starting to come around. You were more than happy to get involved in all of the Christmas prep. You loved the Christmas tree and were always found playing with the ornaments, announcing which ones were yours or Rachel's and reminding me that you were not allowed to touch them. When Rachel was one she was given a set of three song books and a CD that went with them: Away in a Manger, Hark the Herald Angels Sing and Silent Night. She has become so attached to them over the years and this year you took an interest in them. Even today, when we were cleaning the playroom for Kingsley's birthday, you stopped to sit and sing Away in a Manger to yourself. I LOVE hearing you sing.
Santa brought you a lot of Toy Story 3 things this year as you have decided that you "yove Jessie" the cowgirl from Toy Story 2 and 3. You got a Jessie costume that you wear all the time and make people call you Jessie when you're in it. You also got the movie and a few books. You also got a plasma car (which is in the basement because you and Rachel kept riding them around when Kingsley was trying to sleep or crashing into things and just generally harming each other with them), some craft supplies (which you are getting good at!), and a leaptop. For about a week after Christmas, you would suddenly stop what you were doing and announce: "I have to check my emails!" and run for your Leaptop. It was adorable.
A couple of weeks ago, you started preschool. I was so nervous for you on your first day. We had gone for a visit just before Christmas and you had seen that it was where Rachel had gone, so you were familiar with it. You found some toys you liked and I practically had to drag you out when we were done talking with Teacher Terry. On your first day of school, you were pumped. Nana had given you a new backpack for school and you LOVE it. It was all packed up, you were set to go. We dropped Rachel off and then I brought you in. You showed no sign of hesitation when we arrived, switched your shoes, hung up your coat and bag (and I took a lot of pictures) and then brought you to the door. You danced on the spot, eager to get in and get to the toys. I sent you in and stood on the outside waiting. You took about two steps and turned, realizing I wasn't behind you. When you realized I wasn't coming, you did a bit of a dance, holding out your hand to me and whining. Teacher Terry pointed out the doll centre to you and you went with her. That was it. I waited and waited outside the door for you to look up, to show any sign that you were nervous or unsure, but you didn't do it. You were fine. ... although when I picked you up (still happy and enjoying yourself!) you were wearing different pants. Teacher Terry told me that you had an accident about 5 minutes after I left. You haven't had one since though, now that you know the routine and where the bathroom is. She says you have begun participating.
When I dropped you off at preschool yesterday, another mom had just dropped off her younger daughter and was talking to her older daughter. She was saying that her the younger girl was going to be so excited that Cordelia was there. She just looooves Cordelia. She had been talking about Cordelia and had heard that they had held hands all day on Tuesday. Melt my heart, you have a friend. When I asked you about the kids in your class, you delightedly told me that they were your friends. You were so proud.
You have started to speak really well lately. I'm constantly noticing that your clarity is improving as is your sentence structure. You still get 'not' at the end of a sentence, but I'm hearing it less and less. Another thing you're doing now is saying 'yours' instead of 'your' only it sounds like 'yorce'. I love hearing it. It makes me smile inside every time. You'll say things like: "Rachie, is that yours book?" or even better: "Rachie, that is yours book not!"
You and Rachel are quite the pair. You fight all the time. You are also best friends. You play together all day long when you're home together. She calls you Cor or less often Cordie. You call her Rachie, and sometimes Rachel (which you say pretty well now). I love watching the two of you.
You've calmed down the last couple of months. You aren't so much in the 'terrible two's' anymore. Daddy might disagree, but he usually only sees you at night when you're tired. You are so snuggly and lovable. I just can't get enough of you right now.
Love Mommy
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