It's unbelievable, but Kate is almost 18 months old. In the past month, I feel like she has literally grown up right before my eyes. One of the things I love most about this age is how hard Kate works to communicate with us. She's like a little copycat running around the house (yes, we've already had discussions with WT about this!). So, just so I don't forget, a list of her words (as of today!):
Mommy ... I LOVE this one, somehow seems more personal than mama to me!
Da-ddyyyyyyyyyyy ... usually screams with loud laughter when he comes through the garage
door
Bubba ... the first word she says to me when I get her out of her crib in the morning (usually
Bubba? - like "Nice to see ya mom, but where's the fun guy?")
Momly ... our kitty cat, Molly, who is typically running away from Kate
Pops, Mimi, Papa, and Nana ... she can identify all of them from a picture (so sad that we live so
far away that she has to identify them from a picture!) Funny thing about this is that
she whispers Pops and Papa
up ... which could mean "up" or "cup"
dog-dog ... her most favorite bed time buddy OR her fav real furry fella, Phelps
nack ... snack, the first word after her nap
peas and andju... please and thank you (music to a mother's ears!)
ep me ... help me - might be what we hear most during the day
baby ... she loves to "play" baby and she loves to see babies
all done ... at the end of a meal OR when she's DONE being in the car seat (can't you just picture
the two 1800 mile trips I took her on this summer!?!)
ni ni ... good night
Along the lines of food, she has versions of juice, cheese, pizza (sounds like pisa pisa), cookie, and pancake.
She can say and identify eyes, nose, ears, mouth, foot, and knee.
And for some reason, I feel like we're learning our animal sounds out of order (as if there was one!), but she can give the sound for cat, monkey, cow, and lion ... this just seems like an odd combo to me!
She "talks" in lengthy conversations, but so far this is all I can understand. Better run, I hear "ep me" coming from Will's room!
My sweet Will and I share a birthday. When people first find out about this, they usually say something like "How sweet" or "Isn't that fun" ... but I get the biggest kick out of "Did you plan it that way?" YEAH RIGHT!!!
Will's due date was June 26th. My sweet mama flew out to California to stay with us on my due date. Because most babies are born near their due date, if not before, right!?! Well, the next week and 6 days were the longest re-arranging the nursery, re-washing the baby clothes, and re-packing the hospital bags days of my life! Finally, 12 days past my due date, the Dr said those wonderful words ... we're going to induce you. So early on July 9th Johnny and I headed to the hospital with our bags, the diaper bag, our carseat, and hearts full of anticipation. The induction didn't work, and around 5 pm, Johnny and I headed back home with our bags, the diaper bag, our carseat, and hearts full of frustration!!! I was convinced I would be pregnant FOREVER. Well to spare you all of the details ... I went into labor on my own around midnight on July 9th and after 20 hours and 20 minutes of labor, it was finally apparent that Will really was going to make an entrance into the world. The kind labor nurse leaned over and asked "Is it okay with you that your son is going to share your birthday?" I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. I surely had no idea what day it was at this point ... it's probably good I was wearing an oxygen mask! So at 8:25 pm on July 10th, 2004 William Thomas Schloss made his grand entrance and an everlasting imprint on his mama's heart!
Will, I love sharing my birthday with you. You ARE the best birthday gift I've ever gotten!
Oh, and if you are wondering ... I did get to eat cake on my 25th birthday. Remember, I told you my mama came to take care of us. There's never been a better Mom/Mimi!
I love paper products ... paper plates to be more specific. Can you guess where this is going? Yep, I ran out of paper plates and at the MOST inopportune time. It's been at least 175 degrees here lately and I have not wanted to schlepp the kiddos in and out of the H-O-T car not to even mention how much fun it is to shop at Wally World with my precious babies when the temperature is normal. SO, I thought I could probably get by for a few days without my beloved paper plates until I could do what every mom of young children dreams about ... grocery shop by myself!!! Well, there was a small change of plans. Some friends needed to leave town quickly for a funeral and John and I were more than happy to host their three kids for the weekend. I was more than happy until I opened the pantry to serve my first meal to five kids.
Dun. Dun. Dun. NO PAPER PLATES!!!
Well, I survived. I now know the full potential of my dishwasher. (That's the Pollyanna in me :o) And I now love paper plates even more. I somehow managed to wait a few more days after our house guests left ... still determined to get some alone time! After 1 whole week, the pantry was re-stocked and more importantly, I now have 462 dixie paper plates just waiting to be used!
A fresh start, a new beginning, take two ... whatever you want to call it, I've decided to give blogging another try. Over the last few months (okay, many months) one or two people have mentioned that I haven't posted anything. I had no idea ANYONE was reading this! Since then, I've really enjoyed following a few blogs but my real inspiration to give it another go came a few weeks ago when I was reading my sister-in-law's blog and noticed on the sidebar that she had a link to mine!!! I regularly click on people's "blogs I follow" list (although I have no idea how to put one on my blog ... Matt). That is the moment that I knew I couldn't have someone clicking on that link only to find a pitiful, dried up blog. So, thanks, Abigail ... really, I mean it!
