Thursday, February 27, 2014

Nugget Month 11

Dear Willa,

You woke up at a ridiculously early hour the other day. I tried to get you back to sleep in your crib, but you refused to be left alone so I brought you into our bed so we all could get a little bit more sleep before the day's routine began. True to form, I was never really able to go back to sleep. So instead I laid there with you sleeping on my chest reflecting on where we were a year ago... In most likely a very similar position. Only you were much smaller and hearing my heart beat from the inside instead of through my chest. That moment summed up the last 11 months quite beautifully.

This month you have started to develop a sense of independence. You'll crawl into your room to play with your books by yourself, which makes me all sorts of proud. You'll crawl into other rooms to explore what wonders they hold. And yet there are still times when I cannot set you down without you crying and looking so pitiful. I must admit that while it is frustrating at times that you won't let me do something as simple as put you down to work on dinner or go switch the laundry over, the sight of you reaching for me brings a joy to my heart that I have a hard time putting into words.


You love to play little games. Sometimes it's an actual game like peek-a-boo or patty cake. Sometimes I'm just making silly faces at you or pretending to lie down next to you and then quickly popping back up. It doesn't really matter what it is because you always giggle at it. I hope you are always able to find joy in life's small pleasures because while the big moments are great in their own way, life is built on the small everyday things. 

There's a trend that's been popular online for several months now called Throwback Thursday. The idea is that you post a picture of yourself from some point in your past. There are no rules for what kind of picture or how long ago it had to have been. Today I shared one of me, your Aunt Lola and our cousins as little girls having one of our many sleepovers in our grandparents' living room. As I looked at this picture today, I thought about the sleepovers you have in your future with your cousins. You girls are going to have so much fun together, and I am so excited to see it.

You are so close to walking. You're cruising around as much as you can and still like using our hands or your walker to practice in the middle of the room where you can't hold onto anything. You've even started to stand up on your own without holding onto anything for about 10 seconds or so before you fall down. Earlier this week you were standing in your doorway, and I was trying to get you to take a step towards me without holding my hand. I could see how badly you wanted to. It won't be long now. 


Happy 11 months, baby girl.


Monday, February 17, 2014


It's never been something I could force. My writing. If it's not flowing from my head or heart through my fingers onto the page or screen, I stare at at the emptiness trying to think of something, anything, to fill the space that wouldn't sound trite or like I was trying too hard.

What to write about? Motherhood and raising a daughter are evident. I write letters to Willa here so one day she can read them. Beyond that though I don't know how I want to write about this experience yet. There are many words that I could expend on this parenting thing. I just haven't figured out how to string them together.

Since this is my personal blog, I prefer to leave work-related subjects alone. We haven't been doing a whole lot of projects around the house. I could blame the lack of DIY on Willa (you know a baby DOES take up a lot of time after all), but then I think of people like the Petersiks over on Young House Love and realize we're just not super motivated to do anything right now. But there has been a little bit of things going on, and once they get to a shareable point, I will. But know they've been going slowly. Very slowly.

So instead of forcing something I wasn't feeling, I've left this alone knowing that somehow someday it would come back to me. 

It always does.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Baby Valentines

In our normal every day routine, I am responsible for drop off duty of Willa at daycare in the morning while John takes care of the pick up.

There are occasions when we swap or one of us takes both jobs for the day. There was one such day last week where we switched, and I got the joy of seeing Willa's face light up when I picked her up. Her teacher handed me her bag and daily rap sheet (when she ate, when she slept, etc), which had a new sheet stapled to it. I was then told about the Valentine's Day party they would be having this week.


I couldn't understand why they were having a Valentine's Day party for babies who can't eat chocolate, can't read cards, and had no idea what Valentine's Day is. But there's little I love more than a party and an opportunity to craft. So I decided I was game for finding something to do for the other babies in her class. 

Since I didn't have any ideas on my own, I turned to the modern crafter's favorite source of inspiration: Pinterest, where I found the idea to do this:

I already had the paper and pens at home so I only had to buy the baby food. I cut the paper out to fit on top and wrote a punny Valentine's message. Voila! Baby Valentines.