tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9591579694670559872024-03-20T03:09:59.298-07:002012 Project 52 | Motherhood is...This a my project 52 to chronicle 2012 for my sweet baby girl.Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-68684630645647797922012-10-12T20:47:00.000-07:002012-10-12T20:47:23.694-07:0052:41 | rewarding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Swim class every Thursday at 6. Dumdum every Thursday at 6:35. The little treat bucket on the way out of the swim school is irresistible. And she earns it. My little fish jumps in and gives it her all... So dumdum it is. <br />
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We use positive reinforcement rather than punishment. Choices instead of dictates. It works. She's learning how to be a good person. A sweet, kind little girl that makes her Mama and Daddy very proud. And makes us laugh when she turns it around on us! She's getting too smart!Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-87600625136432673972012-10-06T21:50:00.000-07:002012-10-06T21:50:30.560-07:0052:40 | babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aubrey has never really been attached to any one <em>thing</em>. Not even as a baby. I don't know if it's because we never encouraged it or because she was always too busy exploring <em>everything</em>. But then came Mr. Stupid. Horrible name, I know. We can thank Opa for that. Mr. Stupid is the tiger on the right. Squeeze his hand and he will dance to the most awful dive bar music you can imagine. But she loves him. Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-86330255742291618042012-10-06T21:46:00.000-07:002012-10-06T21:46:17.895-07:0052:39 | sassy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aubrey has always had a passion for shoes. At 14 months old, Daddy swore he'd never go to another shoe store with her again. Ha! She was unstoppable. Aubrey needed a pair of boots this summer for a wedding we were in. I wasn't too sure what we were going to find then we saw them. The most perfect pair of purple boots. Her favorite color. They're the cutest thing EVER. I love my little Texan.</div>
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There's something to be said for the accuracy of fortune cookies. Whether it be her kindness, her generosity, or just being her happy little self, I am so incredibly proud to be her mommy. One of her favorite things to is blow out a candle. And making a wish for Grandma is always part of it. Despite all of the million things that she could wish for herself, her wishes are always to benefit someone else and Grandma is a very special part of her.</div>
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She's in our bed. Every night. She didn't start off that way. In fact, she slept in her own bed beautifully since she was born. Slept through the night by two weeks old. She might have done it sooner than that if I hadn't been so concerned with her nighttime feeding schedule. But now... She's cuddled up next to us (all over me) every night. It started with putting her in the bed to nurse her and just went from there. It didn't take long before she decided our bed was more appealing. It's not always the most comfortable but it feels so good. Cuddling up to her and hearing those baby sleep sighs...ahhh... melt me. It's incredible how one touch from Mommy, one whisper, can soothe and settle her. I love being that person. The one that makes anything and everything better. It's a powerful feeling. So yes, for now she's in our bed. Daddy is kicked to one side and Mommy to the other but it works for us. Kicks out of nowhere and her being so close you'd think she was attached but... She's only little once and the days are flying by faster than you can imagine. I'm going to soak them up. <br />
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P.S. She's sideways in this photo. No surprise there. <br />
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I really have to make a point to be in more pictures with Aubrey. I want my sweet baby to see how we spend our time together. I'm so busy taking pictures that I'm never in them. I write to her in a journal and tell her stories about our life together, crazy comments she makes, what her personality is like but she still needs to see it. And of course I can never get enough pictures of the two of us together. </div>
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Sometimes you just have to wait a minute. She had to write out her grocery list. That's what Mama does so that's what Aubrey does. It also came with an explanation of exactly what we needed and why. She's picking up on my use of rationales. We've never been a "because I say so" kind of family. We always explain the why's and how's so not only does she listen but she understand the concept behind what we're telling her. I can't help but laugh when she says "do you understand Mama?".</div>
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We went to the park the other day for Mama to take a few pictures. Ha! Yeah right. With all the trails and informatin signs set out, Mama taking pictures was the last thing on her mind. It turned into a great little adventure though as she told us all about snakes and alligators and any other wild creature she could think of.<br />
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Just so you know... You can pet an alligator as long as it's friendly and has flat teeth! Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-8635309839244217202012-08-25T16:47:00.000-07:002012-08-25T16:47:11.443-07:0052:33 | gifted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I get a bright eyed face saying "close your eyes Mama!" and handing me the most special flowers I'll ever have. The kind her little hands picked out of the backyard just for me. They might be weeds, bushes, roses, or whatever but they're the most beautiful flowers in the world because she picked them just for me. Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-70439506557225880762012-08-25T16:26:00.000-07:002012-08-25T16:26:20.859-07:0052:32 | girly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If Mama does it, she does it. Only when she does it, eyeshadow is all over her face. I know little boys come with their own charm but I always wanted a little girl. </div>
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Our days are filled with twirly dresses, make up parties, dance class, and baby dolls. There's also plenty of tools, John Deere tractors, and getting dirty. I wouldn't change a thing. </div>
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Fierce. That's how I describe my protective instincts of my daughter. Some think "of course you're protective". No, it's beyond that. It's a gut wrenching, heart aching, I would do anything in this world I needed to do to keep my baby safe feeling. There is no limit. PERIOD. <br />
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That's what comes to mind when I look at these eyes. Full of laughter and happiness. And the way they light up for Mama and Daddy... ahhh... They melt me. I don't know where the grey came from but I could get lost in them. </div>
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Even if she's not old enough to remember everything, what she <em>will</em> know is that Mama put effort into making things special for her. She can look back back at her childhood pictures and feel the love. She will always know how very much she means to us.</div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-9600449712086444392012-07-30T23:26:00.003-07:002012-07-30T23:26:27.678-07:0052:28 | friday nights at the little gym<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She loves this bar. I mean SHE LOVES THIS BAR. I remember when she could barely reach and was unsure what to do but not any longer. If she has a chance to swing on it, she will. Over. And over. And over. And over... </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-84620619974724248292012-07-08T21:04:00.000-07:002012-07-08T21:04:06.215-07:0052:27 | triumphant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She got it! Thanks to a little Ga help SHE GOT IT! Jumping off the diving board, swimming underwater (with amazing breath control), and floating. A couple of new faces encouraging her and she did it. I'm still in shock at how <em>fast</em> it happened. Literally one day to the next. Proud Mama moment indeed. Thanks Toni and Jennifer!</div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-49168573249934279072012-07-08T21:03:00.000-07:002012-07-08T21:03:02.199-07:0052:26 | silly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's a mess... And she has my heart with every little giggle.</div>
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Ballet time is about to begin! We have a dancer in the family and she certainly didn't inherit it from Mama!</div>
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"Mommy, I want to ballet" is something I hear at least ten times a day. She loves getting dirty but definitely has her girly side. It's the best of both worlds. </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-25462533598311851312012-06-15T23:03:00.000-07:002012-06-15T23:03:15.048-07:0052:24 | a blur<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's growing up too fast.</div>
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I wish there was a pause button so I could soak in all her sweetness. I think back to the day we brought her home from the hospital. Holding my precious baby girl and feeling the pure joy of motherhood. We were just learning what life with her was like. Smelling her sweet baby breath and touching her soft skin. Getting to know her. Each day is more and more precious. There is a quote by Elizabeth Stone that resonates with me...<br />
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Aubrey is good at entertaining herself while I clean house. Usually she's right there with me over doing it with the Windex, playing in her kitchen, or reading her books. I love it when I walk by and she's reading to her baby doll. I still remember my Daddy buying me my first hard cover book. It was Swiss Family Robinson and I still have it. He told me how much I would enjoy reading. He was right. One day he'll give it to her.</div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-72828223168403922592012-06-02T16:00:00.000-07:002012-06-02T16:00:28.354-07:0052:22 | Pleeeeease<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's HARD to say no to my sweet baby girl.</div>
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She's spoiled but doesn't always get what she wants or get her way. We don't give in just because it's convenient. We're teaching her right and wrong, responsibility, and consequences. But.... It's still hard to say no when she flashes a certain smile at us. Even Daddy will fall prey to it and give me this look that says "I couldn't help it". Yeah... I know that feeling. </div>
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I could not ask for a better Daddy for our daughter. He was never the guy that refused to change diapers. Fatherhood came natural to him. His love for her is precious and sweet and the kind you hope all children are blessed with. I can still picture his face when I told him we were pregnant. The joy and excitement... The nervousness. And the relief in his tear filled eyes the day Aubrey was born when he knew she was healthy and perfect. Those moments are forever etched in my heart. </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-87158286266188477012012-05-23T15:28:00.002-07:002012-05-23T15:28:42.282-07:0052:20 | fun in the pool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She loves to get naked (thank goodness we live in the country!) and she loves to be in the water. Sometimes in one of her cute little bathing suits and other times just wearing her sunblock. Our recent afternoons have involved a lot of pool time. She's such a water baby. It's now warm enough to enjoy but still cool enough to be refreshing... For now. Pool noodles are always part of the fun. That is unless Bailey gets to them first. Then it's all about cleaning up the gazillion pieces of what<em> used to be</em> a pool noodle.</div>
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Two days left in this work week, a three day weekend, then only four days before my vacation. I am SOOO looking forward to all the time I'll have with my sweet baby girl. I have her third birthday party to start planning for in July. WHERE DID THE LAST THREE YEARS GO??? Seriously. My "baby" is going to be three in less than two months! Please slow down. I miss my newborn in my arms but age two has been a pure JOY. Yes, I said joy. No terrible two's here. Not sure what "three's" are going to bring us. It's been fun watching her become more independent and adventurous. Listening to the words that aren't pronounced quite right but that are <em>perfect. </em>Watching her apply what we've taught her. The lessons she's learning and now teaching others. Proud mama moment when my little one explained to another toddler why sharing is important! Wow!</div>
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P.S. She wants a princess party and a purple jumping castle. Well Mama found a PURPLE PRINCESS JUMPING CASTLE... Shhh!</div>
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I come home from work to find this in the middle of my kitchen floor! Oma got her all set up and she played for a good hour and a half. I had to refill her warm water three times. All the toys in the world and this is all it takes to make her happy. Keep it simple.</div>
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We're on the home stretch at work right now. Three more weeks then two and a half months off. I CAN'T WAIT! We have a wedding in June, Mommy will have surgery on her leg late June, family coming to visit, and other than that... Who knows. And I like that. Last summer was so busy-cross country trip, Daddy's surgery, Aubrey's birthday, Unka Bob in the hospital then passing away. This summer I want easy and mellow. I'm sure I'll find something to get into. Maybe some house painting? Maybe not? We'll see...</div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-22722550357496594162012-05-05T21:15:00.000-07:002012-05-05T21:15:22.074-07:0052:18 | bumpy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's going to get hurt. It's a fact of life... Period... I know this but it still hurts me every time.</div>
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Big hurts or little hurts they all cut through me like a knife. </div>
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She's a trooper though. She shakes it off and moves on to her next adventure. This boo boo was the result of little miss priss dropping the lid to the ice chest on her nose. Ouch. </div>
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Aside from all the wonderful things motherhood has taught me, I've also learned just how dangerous every day life can be. It's amazing how you look at your surroundings differently when you have this precious little person to keep safe. I get crazy looks sometimes from people that aren't yet parents and I think to myself "just wait, you'll see". </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959157969467055987.post-43355490326689716722012-04-30T15:48:00.000-07:002012-04-30T15:49:03.283-07:0052:17 | friendly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Having a child that is (and will be) an only child can be a challenge. In a good way. I want to make sure that Aubrey has good social skills. I also want her to be independent and know right from wrong. We go to the Little Gym each week and have playdates with friends. She's not around kids her age every day but she gets it. She knows how to be a friend. She's good at sharing and is eager to please. This photo of Aubrey and Kaylee was taken at a birthday party last week and she talked about her "fiends" for days. It's such a relief knowing that we're on the right track. As a parent you really have to think about the choices you make raising your child. Even minor decisions can have a major impact. </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301656921841419593noreply@blogger.com0