Thursday, April 28, 2011
Worth two thousand?
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video must be worth.... two thousand? At least. I'll let it speak for itself. As an unbiased mother, however, I have to say I am completely charmed by this toddler. :)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Siren Prayers
A highlight of motherhood thus far:
Tuesday afternoon when we got home, we settled onto the living room rug to play, as usual. Living around the corner from the fire department definitely has its perks (I never have to worry about our house burning to the ground!) but it also means that we get several sirens every day-- or night, as the case may be.
Predictably, just before dinner we heard the sirens start. Predictably, Isabelle started sirening right along with the ambulance. However, unpredictably, and before I even had a chance to mention it, she simultaneously folded her hands, ready to pray for those people with owies. So we prayed- me with words, Iz with howling, but we prayed and prayed as those fire trucks and ambulances zoomed off to take care of the people who needed it.
After we finished howling- er, praying, I thanked God for this chance to be a mother. My one-year old prompting me to pray for the people in the ambulance was one of the most poignant experiences I've had so far, and I am humbled and amazed by this child, and who God has made her to be. What an honor, to be entrusted with such a treasure, and to help guide her on her journey in faith and in life. I have a feeling I have much to learn about childlike faith in the coming years and I cannot WAIT.
Tuesday afternoon when we got home, we settled onto the living room rug to play, as usual. Living around the corner from the fire department definitely has its perks (I never have to worry about our house burning to the ground!) but it also means that we get several sirens every day-- or night, as the case may be.
Predictably, just before dinner we heard the sirens start. Predictably, Isabelle started sirening right along with the ambulance. However, unpredictably, and before I even had a chance to mention it, she simultaneously folded her hands, ready to pray for those people with owies. So we prayed- me with words, Iz with howling, but we prayed and prayed as those fire trucks and ambulances zoomed off to take care of the people who needed it.
After we finished howling- er, praying, I thanked God for this chance to be a mother. My one-year old prompting me to pray for the people in the ambulance was one of the most poignant experiences I've had so far, and I am humbled and amazed by this child, and who God has made her to be. What an honor, to be entrusted with such a treasure, and to help guide her on her journey in faith and in life. I have a feeling I have much to learn about childlike faith in the coming years and I cannot WAIT.
Monday, April 18, 2011
14 months
Our Iz has become so very toddlerish lately, in her words ("nonononononoNO!"), her actions (picture mashed potatoes being flung at the wall), and her facial expressions! She is growing up, and it is simultaneously amazing and nostalgic- mostly just amazing though. Here are a few lovely moments from the other day, for your viewing pleasure. She and I were discussing various farm animals and objects out the windows. The bottom teeth kill me.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Knock Knock, Who's There?
We have had a wonderful weekend! My stepmom, Michelle ("Mimi") came up Friday evening for an evening of wine, sushi, and movies, followed by a slumber party and a Saturday full of crafting, playing with Busybelle, and drinking coffee! Needless to say, Saturday night when I went to bed it felt awfully quiet around here! So imagine, to my dismay, when I awoke at 3:40 to the sound of rustling in our driveway. I peeked out, but saw no one. Whew.
A minute later, though, the front door to the sunroom started ratting. Definitely NOT okay. So, I quickly flipped on the front light to scare away any would-be prowlers. Once again it fell quiet. The next 3 minutes or so were some of the longer of my life, sitting there on the couch and ready to claw someone's eyes out if they tried to hurt my girl! Thankfully, I think the porchlight scared him off, and I was getting ready to doze some more when all of a sudden, the prowler was around on the east side of the house trying to get in the window to the sunroom! It was definitely loud, and definitely scary! So I whipped out the cell and promptly dialed 9-1-1. The conversation that ensued:
Dispatcher: 9-1-1, how may I help you?
Me: Someone is trying to break into my house and my husband isn't home!
D: What's your location?
Me: Hamilton Road!
D: Okay, an officer is right in the area pulling out of Meijer; I'll stay on the line until he's ready to make contact.
Me: Okay! Oh he's trying to get in the window on the side of my house!
D: Which side?
Me: The east side where my baby daughter sleeps!
D: Okay, two officers are pulling up right now. Stay on the line with me while they search the premises.
Me: (heart POUNDING) Okay.
About 3 minutes later (meanwhile, 2 other cop cars are circling the block looking for the bad man who has run off by now with all the commotion....
D: Okay, an officer is ready to make contact. You can disconnect now.
Soooo, cautiously I tiptoed out into the sunroom, unbolted the front door, and let Officer Slack in.
"Ma'am, we found who was making noise at your house. You've got a raccoon. But if you hear any other suspicious activity and think it might be a real person, don't hesitate to call. Have a good night."
Oops. Well, I'll say this much. Any raccoon who dares to scratch his way into my girl's side of the house better hope he doesn't meet ME in a dark alley.
A minute later, though, the front door to the sunroom started ratting. Definitely NOT okay. So, I quickly flipped on the front light to scare away any would-be prowlers. Once again it fell quiet. The next 3 minutes or so were some of the longer of my life, sitting there on the couch and ready to claw someone's eyes out if they tried to hurt my girl! Thankfully, I think the porchlight scared him off, and I was getting ready to doze some more when all of a sudden, the prowler was around on the east side of the house trying to get in the window to the sunroom! It was definitely loud, and definitely scary! So I whipped out the cell and promptly dialed 9-1-1. The conversation that ensued:
Dispatcher: 9-1-1, how may I help you?
Me: Someone is trying to break into my house and my husband isn't home!
D: What's your location?
Me: Hamilton Road!
D: Okay, an officer is right in the area pulling out of Meijer; I'll stay on the line until he's ready to make contact.
Me: Okay! Oh he's trying to get in the window on the side of my house!
D: Which side?
Me: The east side where my baby daughter sleeps!
D: Okay, two officers are pulling up right now. Stay on the line with me while they search the premises.
Me: (heart POUNDING) Okay.
About 3 minutes later (meanwhile, 2 other cop cars are circling the block looking for the bad man who has run off by now with all the commotion....
D: Okay, an officer is ready to make contact. You can disconnect now.
Soooo, cautiously I tiptoed out into the sunroom, unbolted the front door, and let Officer Slack in.
"Ma'am, we found who was making noise at your house. You've got a raccoon. But if you hear any other suspicious activity and think it might be a real person, don't hesitate to call. Have a good night."
Oops. Well, I'll say this much. Any raccoon who dares to scratch his way into my girl's side of the house better hope he doesn't meet ME in a dark alley.
Monday, April 4, 2011
da-DA!
Well, the bean is getting braver. Her walking is quickly improving and she now ventures onto the hardwood floors and around corners (see below). Mommy's getting a workout chasing the Busybelle and keeping her off the furniture! We can't wait to get to Colorado so Daddy can chase and Mommy can cheer (feet propped up, of course, and lemonade in hand)...
Other adorably newsworthy anecdotes of late include:
* When Izzy looks up (no less than 5x/day) from playing and blurts out "da-DA!" while sticking her finger westward as far as it'll reach. It's pretty much the cutest. Ever. Yep, Izzy, Daddy's still in Colorado... we get to see him SOON!
* Walking into her classroom to find her at the sink, by herself, scrubbing scrubbing scrubbing her hands in the sink. SO CUTE!
* Sweeping after food fights- uh, I mean meals- now that Wolfie doesn't act as the resident vacuum cleaner. Oh wait, this is NOT an exceptionally adorable anecdote.
* Isabelle "dancing" to any and all music with her huge (relatively speaking) cloth diapered bottom bopping up and down...
Those are a few highlights of the week. Now for some eye candy...
Other adorably newsworthy anecdotes of late include:
* When Izzy looks up (no less than 5x/day) from playing and blurts out "da-DA!" while sticking her finger westward as far as it'll reach. It's pretty much the cutest. Ever. Yep, Izzy, Daddy's still in Colorado... we get to see him SOON!
* Walking into her classroom to find her at the sink, by herself, scrubbing scrubbing scrubbing her hands in the sink. SO CUTE!
* Sweeping after food fights- uh, I mean meals- now that Wolfie doesn't act as the resident vacuum cleaner. Oh wait, this is NOT an exceptionally adorable anecdote.
* Isabelle "dancing" to any and all music with her huge (relatively speaking) cloth diapered bottom bopping up and down...
Those are a few highlights of the week. Now for some eye candy...
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