She's entering the last quarter of her first year and that scares me a bit. It scares me because I know how fast the first three went -- in a flash. And, she's 39 weeks old today and she was born at 39 weeks 5 days so essentially she's as old as I carried her. Time to take a deep breath because my baby is no longer an infant. nor a "baby," she's starting to become a little girl. Ok, well maybe she's still a baby, but you know what I mean.
In weeks 37 and 38 she checked some major items off the list including:
Saying Mama (amazing moment :)
Crawling
Pulling Up
Waving
Signing "more"
Using her sippy without any help
And other things that I can't remember right now but I'm sure I'll add as soon as I post this :)
Compared to what I did in those two weeks, she's got me beat by a long shot.
I feel like every three months Ella becomes a new person. She's reborn. She is an amazing human being with so much concentration and so much determination it's refreshing to witness. It's absolutely beautiful; I can't recall any other time in my life where I was witness to such transformation. I can't wait to see what the next quarter has in store for her, and what she has in store for me.
Showing posts with label Milestones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milestones. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
8 Freaking Months Old
That's what I have to say about Ella turning 8 months on the 27th. 8 Freaking MONTHS!!! I think you need to be a parent to understand how quickly they turn from 8 minutes to 8 months. Sorry, no offense to non-parents, but it's a million times quicker than anything you've ever experienced. Quicker than an engagement, quicker than a countdown to a vacation, quicker than that vacation, and quicker than a pregnancy (but some might think that pregnancy goes by very slowly...and those someones might be moms).
Today she played with her cousins Ava and Billy who are visiting from Kentucky. She was playing with the big kids -- 3 1/2 years old, twins, and full of energy. They love Ella and Ella loves them. You can tell. They asked me questions like, "Auntie can baby Ella eat potato chips?" and, "Can I give baby Ella a kiss?" "No hunny, she can't eat potato chips just yet." And, "yes, of course you can give her a kiss (on the cheeky please)."
Ella likes to make funny noises and Ava and Billy would make noises to her and she would mimic them back. It went back and forth for quiet some time and Ava and Billy were laughing hysterically. Ella would smile and laugh too -- a child language just for them.
She just looks at them and you can see wonder in her eyes. Billy asked me if Ella was going to dream about him tonight, and I'm pretty sure the answer is a yes...and Ava too.
She's getting ready to crawl, scooting all about, she's pulling herself up, she's finding toys herself, when I say, "where's Sophie?" she finds her and smiles and then picks her up (even if Sophie is nowhere in site...she'll find her). She's feeding herself, exploring her sippy cup. She felt grass for the first time today and was tentative about it, then kept running her hands through it laughing. She laughs all of the time, and smiles, and just lights up when she see us. She uses her walker and comes to us when we say, "Ella come to mommy (or daddy)!" She'll go around obstacles (none that would hurt her, of course) to get to us.
She's going to be crawling soon, walking soon, talking soon and getting so much older so very soon. I'm afraid I won't remember these moments as much as I want to. I wish I could freeze time but I can't. Instead I try to write her and write notes of what she's doing each week, I take photos and videos and hope that it will be good enough to remember how quickly the time is passing. 8 Freaking Months Old...I cannot believe it.
 |
| Feeling the Grass for the First Time |
Ella likes to make funny noises and Ava and Billy would make noises to her and she would mimic them back. It went back and forth for quiet some time and Ava and Billy were laughing hysterically. Ella would smile and laugh too -- a child language just for them.
She just looks at them and you can see wonder in her eyes. Billy asked me if Ella was going to dream about him tonight, and I'm pretty sure the answer is a yes...and Ava too.
She's getting ready to crawl, scooting all about, she's pulling herself up, she's finding toys herself, when I say, "where's Sophie?" she finds her and smiles and then picks her up (even if Sophie is nowhere in site...she'll find her). She's feeding herself, exploring her sippy cup. She felt grass for the first time today and was tentative about it, then kept running her hands through it laughing. She laughs all of the time, and smiles, and just lights up when she see us. She uses her walker and comes to us when we say, "Ella come to mommy (or daddy)!" She'll go around obstacles (none that would hurt her, of course) to get to us.
She's going to be crawling soon, walking soon, talking soon and getting so much older so very soon. I'm afraid I won't remember these moments as much as I want to. I wish I could freeze time but I can't. Instead I try to write her and write notes of what she's doing each week, I take photos and videos and hope that it will be good enough to remember how quickly the time is passing. 8 Freaking Months Old...I cannot believe it.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Starting A Blog
OK, so this is my first time writing a blog. No, I lied. It's my second. I just posted something about mommyhood on my company's website www.EmbryoCreative.com literally about an hour ago. I posted on Twitter an asked whether or not I should start a blog and two of my friend said yes...so I took that as the official approval to start one. Yes, I felt like I needed approval.
I picked the title, "Just five more minutes" because my husband and my mother always laugh about how much I like to sleep and always asked for "just five more minutes." I don't do that anymore because it's impossible for me to get five more minutes. And, if I could get more minutes I'd certainly ask for more than five. Why? Because I'm now a mom. Holy crap. Plus, I ask for five more minutes all the time now, but it comes in different forms. "Ella, nurse for just five more minutes," "Aaron, I'll take her in just five more minutes." See?
Just Five More Minutes might be a blog that's solely about my daughter and her milestones (she's 3 months old...or 13.5 weeks if you want to be very specific and talk in mommy language). Or, it might also include a bit about my life as an entrepreneur/work-from-home mom/wife/online educator. Who knows. You're welcome to join me for the ride.
I picked the title, "Just five more minutes" because my husband and my mother always laugh about how much I like to sleep and always asked for "just five more minutes." I don't do that anymore because it's impossible for me to get five more minutes. And, if I could get more minutes I'd certainly ask for more than five. Why? Because I'm now a mom. Holy crap. Plus, I ask for five more minutes all the time now, but it comes in different forms. "Ella, nurse for just five more minutes," "Aaron, I'll take her in just five more minutes." See?
Just Five More Minutes might be a blog that's solely about my daughter and her milestones (she's 3 months old...or 13.5 weeks if you want to be very specific and talk in mommy language). Or, it might also include a bit about my life as an entrepreneur/work-from-home mom/wife/online educator. Who knows. You're welcome to join me for the ride.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)