Guess who can walk… if you guessed Elina, you would be right. Well, almost. She can take one independent step before she has to grab onto something or plops on her bottom. Unless of course she is wearing her sparkle shoes. They have a strange affect on her. They make her dance.
She holds on to your hands and kicks her feet around and shakes her little diaper clad booty. If you let go of her hands to encourage her to walk, then she just plops down and starts grabbing at her feet. Personally, I’m a HUGE fan of the dancing.
It was actually while we were in line to see Miss O dance that she started rocking out in her pink sparkle shoes. Miss O danced beautifully, in case you were wondering. It was a great show and I was so proud of Miss O. So proud in fact that I fear for my own sanity when it’s Lina up there dancing one day.
Showing posts with label milestones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milestones. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Milestones
Hey, remember me? I’m the person who supposedly writes this blog. I know you probably forgot all about me, but I’m still here, floating around in the background, making a mental list of everything I need to mention on here.
So much has happened since I last had the time to write it down. Elina has learned to clap and wave. She has mastered her high speed crawl and looks for anything she can use to pull herself up. She will come over to the couch pull herself up and smack you on the leg until you look at her and acknowledge her achievement. She absolutely loves it when we clap for her. No matter what, it makes her smile when I clap and cheer.
Elina has also taken those first tiny little steps. She takes a few tiny steps while holding onto the coffee table, the couch or our hands, and Elina seems quite pleased with herself when she gets where she was trying to go. I’m quite pleased with her too, even while secretly telling her not to grow up too fast. It’s perfectly okay to wait a few months before walking independently, climbing mountains and running marathons.
The other night at dinner, she and Pop had a laughing conversation. Lina would give one of her squealing laughs and Pop would reply with a similar more manly laugh. Back and forth these two went, Lina clearly delighted with the exchange. Lina and I often have similar exchanges at home, where I repeat whatever noise she makes, it’s usually yelling.
One of her favorite games is peek-a-boo. It is also one of the only things that will keep her still while I’m trying to change her. I simply place a small burp cloth over her eyes and ask where Lina is. She then grabs the cloth and gives me a huge grin when I shout “There she is!” This also works when she is sitting (or standing) with her back to me. She twists and turns until she can see my face and waits for those magic words.
Now let’s talk about those first words. One morning as we were getting ready to go, she looked right at Mason, held out her arms and said “Yeah-yee!” Clearly she said it with intent, therefore I had to count it. Later in the day I thought, I wonder if that means I’m Ya-ya, the other word she says all the time. That same evening while I was getting her dinner ready she was watching me, as soon as I stepped out of her line of sight she yelled “Ya-ya! Ya-ya! Ya-ya!” When I reappeared she stopped and smiled up at me. When I disappeared again for a second, the same thing happened. She may not have her M’s or D’s mastered, but she clearly has our names figured out. On Friday at my parents house, she was sitting on my lap, playing with Pop. All of the sudden she yelled “Pop!” To which we both replied, “I think she just said Pop.” To make her point Lina looked right at Pop and yelled “Pop!” She is starting to get her M‘s too as I’m sure she said Mom a couple of times. But when she is really talking, I’m quite sure I’m going to miss those grunts, growls and yells she seems so find of.
So much has happened since I last had the time to write it down. Elina has learned to clap and wave. She has mastered her high speed crawl and looks for anything she can use to pull herself up. She will come over to the couch pull herself up and smack you on the leg until you look at her and acknowledge her achievement. She absolutely loves it when we clap for her. No matter what, it makes her smile when I clap and cheer.
Elina has also taken those first tiny little steps. She takes a few tiny steps while holding onto the coffee table, the couch or our hands, and Elina seems quite pleased with herself when she gets where she was trying to go. I’m quite pleased with her too, even while secretly telling her not to grow up too fast. It’s perfectly okay to wait a few months before walking independently, climbing mountains and running marathons.
The other night at dinner, she and Pop had a laughing conversation. Lina would give one of her squealing laughs and Pop would reply with a similar more manly laugh. Back and forth these two went, Lina clearly delighted with the exchange. Lina and I often have similar exchanges at home, where I repeat whatever noise she makes, it’s usually yelling.
One of her favorite games is peek-a-boo. It is also one of the only things that will keep her still while I’m trying to change her. I simply place a small burp cloth over her eyes and ask where Lina is. She then grabs the cloth and gives me a huge grin when I shout “There she is!” This also works when she is sitting (or standing) with her back to me. She twists and turns until she can see my face and waits for those magic words.
Now let’s talk about those first words. One morning as we were getting ready to go, she looked right at Mason, held out her arms and said “Yeah-yee!” Clearly she said it with intent, therefore I had to count it. Later in the day I thought, I wonder if that means I’m Ya-ya, the other word she says all the time. That same evening while I was getting her dinner ready she was watching me, as soon as I stepped out of her line of sight she yelled “Ya-ya! Ya-ya! Ya-ya!” When I reappeared she stopped and smiled up at me. When I disappeared again for a second, the same thing happened. She may not have her M’s or D’s mastered, but she clearly has our names figured out. On Friday at my parents house, she was sitting on my lap, playing with Pop. All of the sudden she yelled “Pop!” To which we both replied, “I think she just said Pop.” To make her point Lina looked right at Pop and yelled “Pop!” She is starting to get her M‘s too as I’m sure she said Mom a couple of times. But when she is really talking, I’m quite sure I’m going to miss those grunts, growls and yells she seems so find of.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Happy Half Birthday!
Dear Elina,
Today you are six months old. It seems like just yesterday I was telling our family that we were expecting you. Just yesterday I was waking up your Dad to tell him that we were finally going to meet you. Just yesterday I listened as you laughed for the first time. Just yesterday you found out you can yell and squeal, you have yet to stop. Just yesterday you sat up on your own. Just yesterday, you crawled for the first time. No, I mean it. It really was yesterday that you started crawling.
When I look into your eyes, I can see the wheels turning as you absorb everything around you. I love watching you pick up a new toy and figure out how it works. You are so smart. You have been early on every single one of your milestones and you never cease to amaze me and your Dad. I love the way you sit there and look at me or your Dad and smile a huge smile just to get our attention. You laugh when we look or yell when we take too long to notice. Both of which make me the happiest person alive.
I love the belly laughs that erupt from your lips when I tickle your ribs. Your crazy hair makes me laugh and your dimples warm my heart. You have the sweetest little button nose and the most perfect little lips. Your squeals and shouts give just a hint of your personality. I can already tell that you are going to be stubborn like your Mama and just a little ornery like your... well like both of your parents. Your desire for independence and your love for cuddling make make you a joy to watch and snuggle.
I love you Elina, and I can't wait to see what the next 6 months bring.
Love,
Your Mama
Today you are six months old. It seems like just yesterday I was telling our family that we were expecting you. Just yesterday I was waking up your Dad to tell him that we were finally going to meet you. Just yesterday I listened as you laughed for the first time. Just yesterday you found out you can yell and squeal, you have yet to stop. Just yesterday you sat up on your own. Just yesterday, you crawled for the first time. No, I mean it. It really was yesterday that you started crawling.
When I look into your eyes, I can see the wheels turning as you absorb everything around you. I love watching you pick up a new toy and figure out how it works. You are so smart. You have been early on every single one of your milestones and you never cease to amaze me and your Dad. I love the way you sit there and look at me or your Dad and smile a huge smile just to get our attention. You laugh when we look or yell when we take too long to notice. Both of which make me the happiest person alive.
I love the belly laughs that erupt from your lips when I tickle your ribs. Your crazy hair makes me laugh and your dimples warm my heart. You have the sweetest little button nose and the most perfect little lips. Your squeals and shouts give just a hint of your personality. I can already tell that you are going to be stubborn like your Mama and just a little ornery like your... well like both of your parents. Your desire for independence and your love for cuddling make make you a joy to watch and snuggle.
I love you Elina, and I can't wait to see what the next 6 months bring.
Love,
Your Mama
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