tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63075868371901610832024-03-19T16:35:37.824-04:00toddler tracksOur adventures in parenthood. Come rain or come shine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-14082863955449759032011-07-19T08:00:00.002-04:002011-07-19T08:00:09.545-04:00Hey what?Hey-Tec! Hey-Tec! Hey-Tec!
Now run back and forth with the dog screaming that over and over and over. Hey-Tec is the name of the game Lilli created for when we play fetch with Taz. Maybe it was just her mispronunciation of Hey-Taz, but it has stuck for a while now.
Lilli has quite the imagination on her, she's oozing with creativity and sometimes I'm at a loss to how to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-10967318420801929622011-07-14T08:00:00.001-04:002011-07-14T08:00:15.751-04:00"Tell them your REAL name!"Every Friday night we go out for dinner and ice cream. It's become such a staple, Lilli rarely lets us deviate from the plan. The anticipation is how she has learned the days of the week. We call it our "date night" even though it involves all three of us and it makes the end of the week feel special.
Last week, as we were eating our ice cream, Lilli met a little boy. He was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-69690158614207935702011-07-13T12:01:00.000-04:002011-07-13T12:01:59.365-04:00LinksI've been hoarding a ton of great articles in my inbox to share on here.
Here is a story about conjoined twins. The thing that stands out for these two are that they share a thought process but are indeed two different people. Basically, it'd be like having someone else in your head all the time, sharing your thoughts. So many thoughts on this...
Could Conjoined Twins Share a Mind?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-58443581071487536212011-07-12T16:09:00.000-04:002011-07-12T16:09:05.196-04:00There you are, Peter...It's amazing to me how a month of blogging covers so much of one little girl's life and a month without it feels like an eternity of memories and thoughts lost. So many many ideas come and go and I just don't have the ability to hold on to all of them... Luckily, there's this thing called paper! Imagine that. So I kept track of SOME of the things I had planned to talk about but now Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-59126416660330063112011-06-01T14:46:00.000-04:002011-06-01T14:46:14.710-04:00Computer Issue Induced HiatusSo for the millionth time since I bought my overly priced paperweight of a laptop, it powered down in a dramatic "bzzzzzum" sound mid-productivity. My coverage was up a few months ago and given the history of said computer, fixing it wasn't going to be cheap. After weighing some options, we decided to invest in a new desktop. Until then, we share a laptop. I'll do my best to keepAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-83152530131737301992011-05-23T11:14:00.000-04:002011-05-23T11:14:57.643-04:00Big Monkey!Every single day, the same question is asked. "We go see big monkey today?" And 9 times out of 10, she gets her way. It's just so hard to say no to something so simple in life that gives her so much joy.
Meet Big Monkey (well... ape, but she's 2... give her a break).
This big inflatable ape resides in various places in our area, moving from one tire company to another.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-83941161458978473462011-05-18T08:00:00.000-04:002011-05-18T08:00:19.076-04:00ExperimentsA few months ago our water was turned off to repair our sink. When it was turned back on, the water brought up some dirt from the pipes and sputtered out some air along with it. Each sink and shower had a few seconds of loud noises and dirty water, which would change the course of baths, showers, and hand washing forever. Each time we turned on a sink or bath, Lilli ran Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-14240864750661917692011-05-17T08:00:00.000-04:002011-05-16T15:00:24.798-04:00What's in a name?When you have a child, you'd think the only naming you have to do is for your child. The burden of choosing a name for a grandparent can be equally frustrating. For us, we were the first on both sides. And although, the grandchildren to follow have their choice of what they'll call their grandparents, we forged a path. Some parents do the choosing, we decided to give Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-25691332912045563182011-05-16T12:15:00.000-04:002011-05-16T12:15:06.947-04:00Lilli's Mix CDOne of the things we had hoped for our child, when she was just as small as a finger tip growing in my belly, is that she would be into music. Being that Dave is a musician, he had hoped for "a screamer" and/or "a drummer" when she was barely the size of a pencil eraser. When she was born, we listened to whatever music we had always listened to. Of course, the foul language didn't really Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-18369443710446070582011-05-11T11:36:00.000-04:002011-05-11T11:36:39.765-04:00Mother's DayI want to remember this Mother's Day.
I don't want to remember the two boxes of tissues Lilli's leaky nose went through. Not the three days without sleep or the three nights of screaming fits that tested both Dave and my patience. I don't want to remember the moment when Lilli dropped to the floor of the store, after showing signs of improvement, regressing back to a sick mess in 3.6 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-77494620761443324012011-05-09T08:00:00.002-04:002011-05-09T08:00:03.357-04:00Actions, ReactionsThe moment I start to feel stressed, you know the kind that keeps you up at night, I start to feel it physically. First, I become restless and introvert. I will stop answering calls that don't need to be answered, I hesitate posting my usual live stream of photos on social sites, and sometimes I even *gasp* become less chatty (rare, but true). Within a day or so, my stomach turns to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-89412605756264007942011-05-04T08:00:00.000-04:002011-05-04T08:00:01.655-04:00Jack and OswaldWhen Lilli started calling herself Oswald, we thought it was adorable, hilarious, and creative. Then, when she named us characters from her favorite show, we thought it was pretty interesting how committed she was to this play. So, we played along for the most part, letting our worries just simmer close to the surface. We told ourselves it was her imagination and we needed to let her roll Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-66053278030336546932011-05-03T11:27:00.001-04:002011-05-03T11:28:01.302-04:00Rice and BeansBaby pool: $5.00
Bag of beans: $.98
Bag of rice: $.98
Occupied toddler learning about sizes and volume without a huge mess all over my carpet: PricelessAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-84590810207072774042011-05-02T08:35:00.000-04:002011-05-02T08:35:00.420-04:00Biggest, Brightest, BestWhen I was a kid, given a choice of anything, I always went for the biggest, the most colorful, or one that would inevitably go first. Being one of five (sometimes eight, if you include cousins that were always around) kids in a house, I knew that if I don't take what I can get, someone else will and I'd end up regretting my choice. Since I was the oldest, I usually got first choice or at Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-67454350901950279172011-04-27T08:00:00.001-04:002011-04-27T08:00:15.464-04:00Watched potTwice today, someone said to me "wow, she's getting so big!" These are the people that see her once a week or more. I looked down at her and thought, wow she really is... It came as a shock. How could I have missed it? She's become a tall, lanky, often clumsy, kid.
Some days it seems like she wakes up taller, walking around awkwardly for a few hours or days. Bumping, running into, and falling Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-54546265535522286822011-04-25T08:00:00.001-04:002011-04-25T08:00:15.504-04:00Just a Mom?Recently, insecurity crept into my thoughts about my level of commitment to raising my kid. It all started after watching a TV episode dealing with a mom trying not to tell stories about her baby. She said she never wanted to become that woman that is only a mom. It ended in her ranting about her kid non-stop and everyone else getting annoyed. I started to notice how often I am that Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-84218740526810089972011-04-20T08:00:00.000-04:002011-04-20T08:00:14.372-04:00How One LearnsWhen reading a story, Lilli can sometimes point out entire words. She can spell some of her favorites, but sometimes she has trouble with identifying the letters of the alphabet. She can sing the aphabet song in it's entirety and will read you her favorite stories from memory. Her favorites at the moment are anything Eric Carle. To make sure she doesn't fall behind, being at home withAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-19674249186185208992011-04-18T10:00:00.012-04:002011-04-18T10:00:01.531-04:00Baby MineEver since Lilli was born, I've sung/hummed/played the song Baby Mine from Dumbo, as a lullaby to her when ever she's going to sleep or just needed a good quiet hug. Sometimes it would be a few weeks before she wanted to hear it again, but she always remembers it as her favorite snuggle song. I'm not sure why I picked that song as "our" song, but it just came to mind when she was bornAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-66372235200565198612011-04-13T10:00:00.000-04:002011-04-13T10:00:05.810-04:00Potty ProgressThere have been days that Lilli would insist on going to the potty before/after each diaper change. We doled out stickers and m&m's for each success, along with mounds of praise and rounds of applause. Then, weeks of nothing, not even a spark of interest. Some days there was an out right mutiny against any thing "big girl" related. "I love my diapers! No panties! I NOT aAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-44281153616403352852011-04-11T10:00:00.004-04:002011-04-11T10:00:13.683-04:00Conversations with Lilli
"Are you ok? What are you doing, Lilli? Taking a break?"
"No! I sleeping with Mini-bike!"
If you watch Yo Gabba Gabba, you know Mini-bike is the name of Jack Black's ride when he visits Gabbaland. One rainy afternoon, I decided to make Mini-bike's costume out of some construction paper... He has since taken on a personality all his own, voice included (thanks, Dave).
Every day, Lilli Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-58103847459738828452011-04-06T10:00:00.001-04:002011-04-06T10:00:12.401-04:00And here we are...Lilli just had her half birthday. I think, my last real entries before these most recent was for her second birthday. It saddens me that I didn't get a chance to record so many amazing moments. Too many adventures and stories lost in the chaos of time moving too fast. Especially, making her first best friend, the stories she tells now and the development of that skill, Halloween, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-2574500721720861472011-04-04T10:00:00.002-04:002011-04-04T10:00:11.476-04:00Then what?Lilli had a best friend, for the first time ever. She was her perfect counterpart, laid back to her outgoingness, quiet to her constant chatter, they complimented each other nicely. We discussed, we calculated, we agonized over what to do... Rather I did and Dave and a few close friends patiently listened. They all knew what I had to do, they all knew what I was going to do. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-5050410269782319242011-03-30T10:00:00.001-04:002011-03-30T10:00:17.611-04:00What happened next...Starting a business was really never my intention when I left my 9-5 desk job. The pressure from trying to be the best parent I could imagine myself being and stress of working full time was too much for me to handle. I gave it an honest shot and it didn't work out. Working from home, that worked. Unfortunately, my maternity leave was up and driving back and forth to daycare twice a day to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-89661873796614428782011-03-28T10:02:00.000-04:002011-03-28T10:02:51.565-04:00Welcome back...I've made it no secret that blogging can sometimes become sort of a chore for me when I feel pressure to write instead of wanting to do it. Fortunately, I don't have deadlines and advertisers to please, so this has never been anything but an outlet I sometimes share with other people.
I started this blog a long time ago before I was a parent, with the only intention of getting things offAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307586837190161083.post-83990897320005866532010-09-15T10:00:00.000-04:002010-09-15T11:36:09.104-04:00Links and what notThe past few weeks have been a little rough. My job just got increasingly more stressful over the past few weeks, giving me very little energy or time. Between work and our sleep schedules being thrown off, my creativity feels drained. Although I have plenty of stories to tell, I can't find time in my schedule or a quiet mood to sit down and really get into the things I'd like to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451551468135216961noreply@blogger.com