Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Conversation with Noelle


I called my niece, Noelle, today to wish her a happy birthday. We had a nice conversation on the phone. She told me all about the fun she had at the IKEA Fun Place while her mama shopped for patio furniture, and her pending play date with the neighbor boy. I asked her if she knew just how fantastic I think she is, to which she politely replied, "No, I didn't know that!" She totally knows I think she's fantastic because her very next sentence was, "Hey Auntie, next time you are at Costco, will you buy me Fairy Fashion Secret? You can just wrap it up and drop it in the mail." How am I supposed to respond to that? I mean, OF COURSE I'll buy her Fairy Fashion Secret* next time I'm at the Costco. Girl knows a sucker when she sees one.


*Fairy Fashion Secret is a Barbie DVD. Noelle's all about Barbie right now.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

15

Somehow I managed to miss your 14 month birthday all together. Actually, our little family spent that weekend at our house in Idaho where there is no wireless, no computers therefore no update. I thought about a write-up for several weeks and now its time to move on. So, Happy 15 months, little buddy!! The other night you fell asleep on the way home from preschool. This is not breaking news since you fall asleep EVERY DAY on the way home from school. Your teacher told me recently you are one of the "rambunctious" ones in your class and you are pretty tuckered out at the end of the day from playing so hard. You went to bed still in your coat and shoes and stayed that way all night. You slept for almost 14 hours and I am not kidding when I say you grew a mullet and two inches taller overnight.
I think part of the rambunctiousness comes from your new found freedom on your feet. You are a walking fool! For the longest time you would cruise around the furniture with maybe two or three steps between me and The Dad. You generally were not interested in walking. You were perfectly content and quite efficient on your knees while all your little {and younger} friends were walking circles around you. Until one day you stood up in the middle of the room without any assistance or props and walked six or seven steps to Dad. Its been all feet ever since. And all stairs. While at the cabin last month I must have climbed the stairs with you at least 100 million times. You have the going-up part perfected. Going down is still scary...for me. You have no concept of down, falling, injury, broken skulls. Sometimes you would take the safer, on-the-belly slide down option, or more often attempt the dangerous standing on two feet, step by step forward option. Inevitably you would miss a step or get distracted and, "uh oh!" down you'd go.
Your vocabulary is expanding. "Uh oh" was possibly your first word after "mama" and "dad" ("dat"). You are also very polite by saying, "Please" ("pease") a million times until you get what you want, and for breakfast it's all about "bananas" ("nananas") and "cheese.". Other words include "blanket" ("banket") and "bink" and while changing your poopy britches I said, "YUCK!" and like a little parrot you repeated "YUCK!" While I say "I love you" a million times a day, you show it with your open mouth kisses and bear hugs. My sweetest boy.


Monday, March 14, 2011

Fabric, Glue Guns and Girls Gone Wild

Last weekend I was invited to Girls Weekend at my friend's cabin near Pineview. I know you would rather see pictures of the Girls Gone Wild part of the weekend, but every picture that was taken someone said, "I better not see this on Facebook!!" Fortunately for all of the ladies there, I didn't take a single picture, but I did make some couture pillows. Pillows? Yes, there was a lot of crafting going on. You wouldn't believe what some of those girls can pull off at 2 a.m, soused to the gills. I spent some quality time with my felt, sewing machine and a needle and thread. I am really happy with the outcome. JW noticed the new pillows pretty quickly. Not 5 minutes after I put the pillows on the couch he started pulling on the beads. {sigh}