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Tuesday May 30, 2006
I used to write letters to my daughter. I would tell her how precious she is to me, how pretty she’s getting. I’d tell her what her newest word was, what she’d been doing.
Now, my daughter is two and a half years old. She is three feet tall, and very petite. She’s thin except for round cheeks that lift and perk with her smiles. She has a beautiful face with a pouting cupid’s bow mouth and enormous blue eyes that are slightly slanted and thickly lashed.
She takes her panties all the way off when she goes to the potty, and because she is the one who puts them back on, they are often backwards and inside out. As a result, she wanders the apartment with the panties’ tag hanging out beneath her navel, which is both innie and outie because they cut her umbilical too short. She always has at least one butt cheek hanging out, and an offer to help her fix it will offend her without fail.
She wears her favorite shoes all day, whether we leave the house that day or not, and her purple sunglasses are forever perched on the top of her blonde head. Her hair has never been cut or trimmed and it is thick but still baby fine and soft. It now reaches almost to the middle of her back and she is super-proud of it. She turns willingly to have it brushed and then turns her back to everyone in the room saying, "See? Pretty!"
Her voice is high-pitched and sing-song like a sweet childhood melody and her giggles erupt from deep in her belly. They also are high-pitched and they frequently remind me of bird-song in the early mornings of spring.
Her back is smooth and straight; her stomach is already flat and somewhat chiseled; her smile is quick, open and easy. Her moods are open, unhidden, and widely varied. Her favorite mood is unbridled joy, and her motto is, "Ah one dut," which means, "I want to do it."
She is playful and my favorite thing to do is sit quietly in a corner and proudly observe what I have taught her. She can count to three but her phone number has been "six-six-five" for months now. She gently cradles her baby while she holds the phone so that "Baby" can talk, too. She loves to color, play dress-up, and is already learning to ride a real bike.
She is chatty and her vocabulary is large and varied, including words like "probably", "medicine", "poison", "careful". She has learned her manners and she uses them ... "Please," "thanks," and "excuse me." She is already using three to four word sentences on a regular basis, and her speech is getting clear enough that I rarely have to translate for her anymore.
My daughter loves to "read" already and has a full shelf of books that she "reads" daily. She carries a purse and tucks her baby in for the night. She cleans up after herself and loves to build her mommy a "big house" with her blocks. When we sit together to pray, the mention of the sacred name of Jesus is all it takes to have her bowing her head with eyes closed and hands folded.
From her pull-ups (for sleeping) to her bedroom theme, everything is all princess in our house ... just like my daughter. | | Posted by Brandi at 3:44 PM - | |
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Sunday May 28, 2006
Yesterday when I posted a little about Ryan and the book idea that I had, I said that I was okay with this taking so long for him to get into. I lied. I sent the Prologue and then I anxiously awaited his reply for days. Then when it came, I relied to that one, and again, I waited. Finally, we moved on to the first chapter, and I sent that email last Friday and have heard nothing, except for how long it was, and that I should send the next chapters in segments. Frankly, it is hurtful to me that he is telling me that he wants to do this with me, but I don't feel him having any special desire for this effort. I know that he is only doing it because I asked. I feel like he is only doing it because he feels obligated. I hate it that I am waiting like some retarded little schoolgirl, and sometimes I just want to tell him nevermind ... and that it just isn't the same when I feel like I am forcing him to do this. I feel like since he says I am so important to him and that he loves me, he should be all for anything that might make us be together more. I have wanted to tell him to just forget it for a little while now, but I don't want to give up yet, because that will kill something in this relationship that might not ever come alive again. I have told him that I don't feel as close to him anymore, that I feel like we are already drifting apart ... not talking enough, not spending enough time together anymore. So why isn't he more into this? And it isn't like he doesn't have the time. It isn't like he is just so busy that he can't do it. Today he was playing online billiards for a LOOOOOOOONG time, and didn't even look at that email. I am really down about this, and thinking that it wasn't such a good idea after all ... he isn't into it and that makes me feel like I am not that important, like I am ... On the Back Burner. To pool, though? How sucky is that? I have been on the back burner to other girls and what they carry in their panties (first serious guy). I just figured, "Hey, that's guys," and I got over it. I have been on the back burner to retarded head games with a guy who was "hard to get" until I "got" someone else (second serious guy). Then, I figured, "Okay, that's weird guys," and I got over that, too. I have been on the back burner to drugs, girls and lies all at once (Richard). I figured, "Boy was that a bad choice," and I got over that, too. Because I believed that it really was a bad choice and am immature guy, I was able to get over that almost as easily as the first and second times. Am I now on the back burner to pool? When do I get to have a guy who finds me as important and fascinating as I find him? And don't get me wrong, I am SO NOT NOT NOT one of those clingy chicks that has to have a guy drooling on her and hanging on her every word ... But I like to feel important too. When I cook dinner for him, it is because I love him, and want him to be healthy and for his stomach to be satisfied. When I pluck my eyebrows and shave and wear make-up with some nice clothes for an evening together, it is because I love him, and want him to find me pretty like he did when we met. When my favorite time of each day is when we have dinner together because that is when we sit and talk while watching tv (and lately it is the only time), that is DEFINITELY because I love him. Rubbing his back, not fighting for better music or tv shows, typing for LOOOOONG periods of time so that I can send it to him and talk to him the only way that I THOUGHT he would make time for? That is because I love him ... Is it selfish to sit back and say, "What about me?" Other than the book thing, we have had a really great couple of days. We have spent some time together, we have spent lots of time talking, we spent some time shopping and cooking together. He took me out to dinner on Friday, and our nine month mark is tomorrow. But I can't help thinking, "What if I am only on the front for a minute? Like he's moved me up to the top of the list so that I can be stirred. Then what? Will I return to the back burner to simmer some more until I boil over and another lovely dish is ruined?" I hate this feeling ... this horrible feeling of, "Oh, GOD ... not again." | | Posted by Brandi at 9:36 PM - | |
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Saturday May 27, 2006
I think that I am getting a lot closer to having some real success with Joe's potty training. We were really having a hard time, and I was just about ready to quit and try again later. But a few weeks ago when Ryan was sick, he left our bedroom to barf and he couldn't stop long enough to put the baby gate back on our door. Well, Joey hopped up and ran into my room, where we kept a little potty. You know, that way she could go when she had to, even if someone was in the bathroom? Well, that day, she went in there, pulled her pull-up down, and went. By herself!  Without my help at all!  Like a 'big girl'! So we decided to just go ahead and put that potty in the bathroom and let her do it on her own. Now ... She is in panties all day if we are just staying at home! I still put pull-ups on her when she is going to bed, or whenever we are leaving the house. But yesterday, I thought, "What the hell?" I went ahead and left her in her panties while we went out. We went to the light company and paid them. We went to the cable company and paid them. We went to get gas and make a potty stop ... still dry, and she went. Then we went to the grocery store ... we did all of our shopping which takes FOREVER when I let Ryan come. I swear when I go alone, or even with Joey, I am in and out in thirty minutes. When we all go? Two hours. But I digress ... Anyway we did all of our shopping, and while Ryan stood in checkout, I took Jo to the potty again. She did great, still dry and she went. You should have seen me ... so proud of my little one that I could've cried! Then ... we went to dinner ... and she still did good! All the way home. Yesterday was the first full day without ONE SINGLE accident! Oh my Gosh I was so happy! Today, she went to her first "friend's" third birthday party, and she pee'd herself out of three outfits. Good days and bad days, right? We are going to keep trying! Nothing is going to kill the excitement I've got from yesterday ... Like I'm finally getting somewhere! ... On another note ... the book thing is back on ... kinda. He finally ended up sending something back to my Prologue reply, but it was because I was really down and he happened to say something about emails at the just the perfect moment, and I said something. I think that he'd asked me to email him something and I'd said, "No, you won't answer it anyway." He knew exactly what I was talking about, and then he replied to me. I didn't have anything really to say back that time, because I was upset that I had to say something to get him moving. But I went ahead and sent him the next chapter ... Chapter One. This was the day before yesterday, and as yet, I have no reply. It's okay for now though, because it was a really long one. I was going to separate the first chapter into sections because it was so long, but he said it was okay and for me to just send it all. But I did and now ... nothing. I will wait and see what happens, but I am not going to mention this one at all, and when it comes up due, I will turn the book in and not say another word about it. But if this goes nowhere, with him knowing how important it is to me and how excited I was about doing it together ... I don't know where we will go together as a couple ... | | Posted by Brandi at 4:43 PM - | |
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Lately, Joey's speech has been moving along very nicely and she is stringing words together and everything. But a few days ago, she got a new word. She says it so seriously, so solemnly, and we are sure that it means something to her. The problem? It means nothing to us. Maybe someone with kids might have a guess as to what this might mean? This morning she crawled into bed with Ryan and snuggled up to him and said, "Daddy, poonin'?" And we were just like ... "Huh?" Ay-yie-yie! | | Posted by Brandi at 4:23 PM - | |
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