Archive | May, 2015

Can’t. Stop. Playing.

31 May

Spring we love you.

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And just like that…

30 May

…I pulled myself up!

Hard Sleeping

28 May

All the playground and standing activity is making for some hard sleeping this week.

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Sure Footing

27 May

I get a bit more confident every second I stand flat footed. My momma thinks I look like a baby on stilts. A very strong one. But I recognize the faster I can figure out this standing business, the sooner I can run to away from Brother.

Dirty feet. Sprinklers. Stoops. Humid hair. Butterfly sleeves. It must be summer.

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Babysitter Brother

27 May

I’m telling you, I have babysitter instincts.

At dinner tonight:

Bess: crying, as mom dangles a spoonful of dinner in front of her face.

Townes: Momma, give Bess some space.

And I was right.

Monday: Even More Play

26 May

Thank you Memorial Day. We just hadn’t played quite enough. So today we cuddled on the couch, made pancakes, ran to the park, played and chased kites in the meadow, played with Vivian at the Sandy Playground, and then had another grill out with Jonah and Isaac.

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Sunday: More Play

25 May

More outdoor play and grill out #2 that included a blueberry cobbler on a whim which explains the bath.

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Saturday: Play

24 May

All the playing began on Saturday.

A run, Lincoln Station, the fountain outside the Brooklyn Museum, the Botanical Garden, an actual nap, and grill out #1.

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11 Months, but who is counting

22 May

Just a bit short of a year and I have started to stand, holding on dearly and unsteadily to the couch as my little knees remained locked to hold me up.  Though not yet sure on my feet, I am the fastest crawler and go wherever my brother goes.  I don’t play with baby toys, but trucks and trains.  And if I scream, it’s only because of that brother taking one of them from me.  I am a SNUGGLER and burrow into my momma’s chest all hours of the day.  Still love my thumb.  No teeth yet.  GREAT rhythm and therefore a great love of music.  With the increasing heat and humidity my hair continues to have a life of its own (which runs in the family).  I can almost tuck it behind my ear but until then, it either hangs in my eyes or sits perched high up on my head in a Pebbles-like ponytail.  I am a good eater but will always prefer bread above all else.  I love veggies but only pureed.  No chunks please.  You can do the work for me.

And, Brother, sometimes I need my space.

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Friends gotta hold hands.

18 May

Today I played bocce and ate pizza with my friend. We walked down the street too.

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