Dear Riley,
You are gradually coming up to the anniversary of a day that changed the lives of your Momma and Daddy, and everyone you have ever come into contact with. There have been days and moments in the last week or so that I have looked at you and all of a sudden you become a blur because of the water that has filled up my eyes. A whole year kiddo, and we're all still speaking to each other, and we're all still madly in love with you. Perhaps its your stunning personality, or you infectious smile, but whatever it is, you are oozing with it.
You are starting to discover pairs- things that are alike. Today you spent twenty minutes pillaging your toy basket looking for each of your rubber blocks, and when you found one, you pulled it from the jaws of the toy basket and toddled it over to the couch, where it was waiting to meet one of its other nine friends. You only managed to pull out seven of the ten blocks, but I think the other three may have escaped you by being in the duck, or hiding behind the gate.
You have also learned the wonders there are to behold in the fridge! Oh man, could you have a hayday in there. Yesterday, I had it open for awhile and in the three seconds that I had my back turned, you had rescued a can of pears from the bottom shelf. You proceeded to carry the pears back to the living room with you, where you sat on the couch and watched Elmo with them, and stacked them up with your blocks. Normalcy is not a prominent factor in your DNA, kiddo.
Your birthday invitations came today...let the month of party planning begin!!!
Love you, as big as the can of pears you are now attached to,
Momma
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Stubborn, Stubborn, Stubborn
Dear Riley,
Today I got a glimpse into the world of how stubborn you truly are. For awhile, I called you persistent, but I have now realized that was being too nice in diagnosing one of the moredrive-me-crazy endearing parts of your personality. With your walking becoming your only mode of transportation and your sudden realization of the fact that there is more to our little condo than you once knew was explorable by yourself, you are less content to stay confined to the living room. Our best efforts to confine you include some PVC piping and cute material, and it as existed and served its purpose for so long that you have now outsmarted it. We used to just be able to close the door and you wouldn't touch it, but no, little smarty pants, you have now realized that with a little pushing and shoving, you can make your way outta there and move on to better and bigger things. (Sidenote- pancakes from your morning breakfast that were hiding in your highchair are NOT bigger and better things)I'm still not used to little feet pitter pattering into the kitchen and you going after the cabinets. Daddy finally finished baby proofing them, so we have finally outsmarted you in one aspect of the house. Today, you only wanted to play with my phone. When I told you NO and wouldn't give it to you, offered your beloved froggy to me, and then reached for my phone. You did this probably 34 times today, even though you got the same response each time. Despite our finally outsmarting you in the kitchen cabinet area, you continue to try to open them every time you pitterpatter into the kitchen. I admire your stubbornness, and as crazy as it drives me now, I cross my fingers that you don't lose that quality as you get older and the obstacles are much bigger than trying to open a kitchen cabinet.
I love you kid. I just do.
Momma
Today I got a glimpse into the world of how stubborn you truly are. For awhile, I called you persistent, but I have now realized that was being too nice in diagnosing one of the more
I love you kid. I just do.
Momma
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Almost a Year
Dear Riley,
Do you know that you are almost a year old? And while I will wait the 37 days to full gush over how incredible you have made the last year of our lives, I have began thinking about all the things that happened last year leading up to your very first birthday. There were so many emotions, ups and downs, and excitement, and what finally happened after waiting what seemed like forever for you to decide to come out. I just was perusing facebook and found the Ronald McDonald House homepages and am sitting here crying while I watch you sleep. A whole year kiddo. A year in which you learned to eat real food, and crawl, and sit up, and walk, how get our attention, and sleep through the night, and how to like the bath, and who we are in the grand scheme of things. I love you baby girl!
Your latest obsession is finding random things in the house that you then become obsessed with- like a shoe. When we were visiting Grandma Sally and Grandpa Doug, you found Grandpa's shoe and walked all over the house with it for 20 minutes. You have continued to do that- whether its your shoe, or mine, or your Finding Nemo bowl, or a marker, or a bottle of lotion- it becomes yours the second you pick it up.
I can't wait to see what you have in store for us in the coming weeks kiddo. I ordered your birthday invitations yesterday and CANNOT believe you are almost 1.
Love you, as big as your screams this morning for some reason unbeknown st to me,
Momma
Do you know that you are almost a year old? And while I will wait the 37 days to full gush over how incredible you have made the last year of our lives, I have began thinking about all the things that happened last year leading up to your very first birthday. There were so many emotions, ups and downs, and excitement, and what finally happened after waiting what seemed like forever for you to decide to come out. I just was perusing facebook and found the Ronald McDonald House homepages and am sitting here crying while I watch you sleep. A whole year kiddo. A year in which you learned to eat real food, and crawl, and sit up, and walk, how get our attention, and sleep through the night, and how to like the bath, and who we are in the grand scheme of things. I love you baby girl!
Your latest obsession is finding random things in the house that you then become obsessed with- like a shoe. When we were visiting Grandma Sally and Grandpa Doug, you found Grandpa's shoe and walked all over the house with it for 20 minutes. You have continued to do that- whether its your shoe, or mine, or your Finding Nemo bowl, or a marker, or a bottle of lotion- it becomes yours the second you pick it up.
I can't wait to see what you have in store for us in the coming weeks kiddo. I ordered your birthday invitations yesterday and CANNOT believe you are almost 1.
Love you, as big as your screams this morning for some reason unbeknown st to me,
Momma
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Dadadada
Dear Riley,
Have I told you about your Daddy? You are a Daddy’s girl, little lady, and it shows in everything you do. Your entire body smiles when he walks in the door from work and you demand to be picked up at that very instant. If he refuses such requests, he is met with your angry voice, until he can’t take it anymore and comes to rescue you from your gated-in play area. There are times when he sees you and his only reaction is “Oh, you are so beautiful” to which you respond with one of your trillion billion dollar smiles and then throw your arms around his neck and give him a hug. In those moments, I’m never sure whose face is shining brighter, yours, or your Daddy’s. While you are mostly a momma’s girl, due to the fact that most of your waking hours are spent with me, you love to play with daddy. On the day you were born, the doctors and nurses had you under a warming lamp and he just sat there and stared at you for so long. Eventually one of the nurses told him he could touch you and his response was “Oh, I wasn’t sure!” On the first night after you were born, he spent the majority of it jumping three hundred feet in the air every time you made a sound. Every morning when he leaves for work, you let out a shriek as though you are fairly certain that could have been the last time you were going to see him. Sometime when I look at you, I swear he is the one looking back at me, but he continues to maintain that you get your “cuteness” from me. He is everything I thought he would be in a dad- caring, unconditionally loving, hard working, fun, and usually the disciplinarian because if I tell you no, you just look at me and smile. From Daddy, it means business. You love to play with him, and you REALLY love to hang out in his office. For some reason, you have developed a silly obsession with a bottle of Cholua that he has at his office, and every time we are there, you grab for it first, and then proceed to take the National Geographics off the book shelf. A few weeks ago, we took you to a play area at the mall, and there were probably 80 parents all crowded around the outer area of it, and amongst the scads of people, you found him, your Daddy, and gave him the biggest grin I’d ever seen. Sometimes, when I leave the room and you start to wail, he tells you that he’s pretty sure I’m not running away with Kris Allen just yet. More often than not he says that Matt Nathanson could be your new daddy, and he laughed when I asked if we could offer you up to Super Bowl MVP (and Momma’s favorite football player) Drew Brees’ son. He sees you for what you are- your own, new, exciting, individual person, and he sees the potential you have in you. (I mean, come on, you are OUR kid) He and I make a great team together, your parents, and that’ what we are- a team. He loves our company on a trip to Buena Vista to get the snowmobile trailer, even if you do sleep for 3 hours, and I never stop talking. He was absolutely giddy when he went to Kaye’s last week and ordered you a grilled cheese and French fries. I don’t know how you feel yet, but I know that I breathe a little bit easier when he’s around- relief for the missing piece to my puzzle that has been found.
I love you Riley D. Almost as much as I love your Daddy. ;o)
Momma
Have I told you about your Daddy? You are a Daddy’s girl, little lady, and it shows in everything you do. Your entire body smiles when he walks in the door from work and you demand to be picked up at that very instant. If he refuses such requests, he is met with your angry voice, until he can’t take it anymore and comes to rescue you from your gated-in play area. There are times when he sees you and his only reaction is “Oh, you are so beautiful” to which you respond with one of your trillion billion dollar smiles and then throw your arms around his neck and give him a hug. In those moments, I’m never sure whose face is shining brighter, yours, or your Daddy’s. While you are mostly a momma’s girl, due to the fact that most of your waking hours are spent with me, you love to play with daddy. On the day you were born, the doctors and nurses had you under a warming lamp and he just sat there and stared at you for so long. Eventually one of the nurses told him he could touch you and his response was “Oh, I wasn’t sure!” On the first night after you were born, he spent the majority of it jumping three hundred feet in the air every time you made a sound. Every morning when he leaves for work, you let out a shriek as though you are fairly certain that could have been the last time you were going to see him. Sometime when I look at you, I swear he is the one looking back at me, but he continues to maintain that you get your “cuteness” from me. He is everything I thought he would be in a dad- caring, unconditionally loving, hard working, fun, and usually the disciplinarian because if I tell you no, you just look at me and smile. From Daddy, it means business. You love to play with him, and you REALLY love to hang out in his office. For some reason, you have developed a silly obsession with a bottle of Cholua that he has at his office, and every time we are there, you grab for it first, and then proceed to take the National Geographics off the book shelf. A few weeks ago, we took you to a play area at the mall, and there were probably 80 parents all crowded around the outer area of it, and amongst the scads of people, you found him, your Daddy, and gave him the biggest grin I’d ever seen. Sometimes, when I leave the room and you start to wail, he tells you that he’s pretty sure I’m not running away with Kris Allen just yet. More often than not he says that Matt Nathanson could be your new daddy, and he laughed when I asked if we could offer you up to Super Bowl MVP (and Momma’s favorite football player) Drew Brees’ son. He sees you for what you are- your own, new, exciting, individual person, and he sees the potential you have in you. (I mean, come on, you are OUR kid) He and I make a great team together, your parents, and that’ what we are- a team. He loves our company on a trip to Buena Vista to get the snowmobile trailer, even if you do sleep for 3 hours, and I never stop talking. He was absolutely giddy when he went to Kaye’s last week and ordered you a grilled cheese and French fries. I don’t know how you feel yet, but I know that I breathe a little bit easier when he’s around- relief for the missing piece to my puzzle that has been found.
I love you Riley D. Almost as much as I love your Daddy. ;o)
Momma
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Walking and BABABABABAB
Dear Riley,
If one more person tells me that you are walking really early, I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I don't know if it's going to be nice or not. You have now perfected the art of walking, and while you fall occasionally, you get right back up and continue on your merry way. It is your preferred mode of transportation. It's so funny to watch you walk because you are still so FREAKING LITTLE! It's not for lack of eating, you have yet to meet a food you don't like, or a person, for that matter, even if people are okay just from a distance in Momma's arms. Walking or not, you have to eat, and oh man do you love grilled cheese!! So far, that seems to be your favorite, but you realllly love french fries. And we've started giving you whole french fries, and it's HILARIOUS to watch you nom nom nom nom nom on them until they are in your mouth.
Today you started something else new- bababababababababababababababbabababab CONSTANTLY. When we went down to Daddy's office, you walked all over the halls and just bababbaabababed constantly. It's funny, because the tone of the babababab changes depending on how you are feeling. For instance, when we brought you home and put you in the living room behind your gate, you BABABABABAB-ed angrily until I came in from the kitchen to join you. You crack me up kid, everyday.
I love you as big as the grilled cheese you ate for dinner last night from Kaye's,
Momma
If one more person tells me that you are walking really early, I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I don't know if it's going to be nice or not. You have now perfected the art of walking, and while you fall occasionally, you get right back up and continue on your merry way. It is your preferred mode of transportation. It's so funny to watch you walk because you are still so FREAKING LITTLE! It's not for lack of eating, you have yet to meet a food you don't like, or a person, for that matter, even if people are okay just from a distance in Momma's arms. Walking or not, you have to eat, and oh man do you love grilled cheese!! So far, that seems to be your favorite, but you realllly love french fries. And we've started giving you whole french fries, and it's HILARIOUS to watch you nom nom nom nom nom on them until they are in your mouth.
Today you started something else new- bababababababababababababababbabababab CONSTANTLY. When we went down to Daddy's office, you walked all over the halls and just bababbaabababed constantly. It's funny, because the tone of the babababab changes depending on how you are feeling. For instance, when we brought you home and put you in the living room behind your gate, you BABABABABAB-ed angrily until I came in from the kitchen to join you. You crack me up kid, everyday.
I love you as big as the grilled cheese you ate for dinner last night from Kaye's,
Momma
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