February 25, 2009

CHEESE!

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , , , at 12:42 am by junecleaverwouldbeshocked

Rachael visited the dentist this morning – she had been asking to go for some time now, the crazy little thing. She had a perfect checkup – all nineteen of her remaining pearly whites are in great shape, with one more a little wiggly in the front. The hygienist pointed out where you can just see the white tip of her first permanent tooth already poking its way through the little gap in her smile – I thought it would take longer than that, but then, I never expected her to lose her first tooth on her fifth birthday either! The dentist commented (not for the first time) that her teeth are well spaced to allow the permanent teeth to come in, so she shouldn’t need much (if any) orthodontic work later on. Hallelujah, the child may have gotten her daddy’s naturally straight teeth! Rather than the jumbled mess that was my mouth before braces. Now to pray that her little sister is as fortunate.

Speaking of sisters, my little camera hater has learned a new word. Every time the camera is pointed in her direction these days, she pastes on her biggest grin and yells “GEEZ!” – which of course, translates in English to “cheese”. I’m thankful that finally, finally I will have some pictures in my photo album where the child looks marginally happy.

See that smile?

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Oh yes, here I am sneaking in my latest CT pages…these are from the kit “Chery’s Closet” by Late Night Scraps.

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It’s a great little kit – here’s everything that’s included, and you can click on the preview to head to her store:

And if you like the second page that I did, you can snag this freebie and insert your own picture. 😉

(PNG – just right click and save!)

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February 12, 2009

Unconditional Love

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , , , at 6:43 am by junecleaverwouldbeshocked

It’s been a busy, busy past few days… To begin with, my mom turned 50 last Saturday. I wish I could have made a bigger deal out of it than we did, but she did have a little party, lots of food, two cakes and some gifts. And she still doesn’t look a thing like 50, which is probably the coolest ‘gift’ a 50-year-old woman can have anyway. I only dropped the ball on one thing that I meant to do for her birthday – write a mushy letter telling her how much I love, admire and appreciate her. Maybe it’ll be a bigger surprise if it’s random. At least the birthday card made her cry…it made me cry too, in the middle of Target, and that’s how I knew it was just the right one.

On Tuesday, my little girl turned five years old, which seems preposterous to me. She was just a tiny little thing, and now she’s a smart, independent little lady with a vocabulary greater than half of the adults I know. As if having a birthday weren’t special enough on its own, she also lost her first tooth while eating lunch that day! Exciting, yes – not so much so when she swallowed it. (Sparing you the grisly details, the tooth has been retrieved – and now I have to find something really terrific for my husband for Valentine’s Day.) Anyway, Rachael was thrilled when the Tooth Fairy left her $5.00 (I’m assuming that the first tooth is worth more than the others), a note asking her to please have Mommy or Daddy help her pull the next tooth so it’s easier to find, and a generous sprinkling of pink glitter fairy dust to show where she’d been.

Her actual birthday party is happening this Friday night – six little girls for dinner, hair, makeup, nails and pictures! Two of them will sleep over afterwards, and I’m not even dreading it the way you might think. They’ve both stayed here before, and they all kind of focus on annihilating Rachael’s room and leave everything else alone. She can’t wait for her party, and for the gifts that she knows are coming…although I don’t think anything can top the trampoline (complete with huge safety net) that we gave her!

Okay, so I talked digi scrapping in my last post…and that quickly (!!) found, applied to and was accepted onto the Creative Team at Late Night Scraps. Anyone who knows me at all will immediately see the relevance there – as the majority of my accomplishments are made between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m.  The first of her new kits that I was allowed to work with is called Unconditional Love – shifting the focus to Milly for a moment:

It’s a great little kit – and was an easy enough place for me to start, since love is a simple concept to scrap. Here’s a peek at what else is in the kit:

If you’ve never tried digital scrapbooking and want to give it a shot, quick pages are a great place to start – and I’ve attempted my first one with this kit. The page is already made for you – you just insert your picture and go. Give it a try (and let me know if it works) – just click on the image to download!

No worries, every post isn’t going to be scrapbook-related…but I do appreciate your input if you see something you like. Or hate. Hey, I know I’m still learning.

August 5, 2008

Since I’m a slacker…

Posted in Baby Talk tagged , , , , , , , at 5:55 am by junecleaverwouldbeshocked

I started this blog because I had become so horrible at updating my old one. Apparently, old habits are hard to break. So before I forget entirely what’s happening right now, a quick rundown of what Boogie is up to at not-quite-eight-months-old.

  • Considering crawling. Thinking very hard about it, but not quite decided yet. She’s very good at getting onto her hands and knee, while sticking her other knee out to one side like a chubby little kickstand and getting utterly stuck for several seconds, before finally plopping down onto her belly and assuming the scooting position. She’s very good at scooting backward, and around in circles, and sometimes sideways. She’s definitely mobile, just not in any traditional or easily describable way.
  • Clapping is fun. Even more fun is clapping your hands, for you. And then gnawing on them.
  • She gnaws on them because she has two pearly whites now, on the bottom. They’re the cutest teeth in the world, incidentally.
  • She subscribes to the “eat to live, don’t live to eat” theory. Real food comes along but once a day, at dinnertime, and usually consists of either peas, sweet potatoes, green beans, apples, pears or oatmeal. Sweet potatoes and apples are by far the favorites. She is still breastfed on demand, and demands loudly and often. Broken up Cheerios are a recent discovery, although the verdict is still out.
  • The three things that relieve teething pain every time: her sippy cup, full of ice water (apparently makes the spout cold, as she chews on it); “icy cold teethers” that her sister loves to fetch for her from the fridge; and an ice cube in that funky mesh feeder thing that her sister would never touch as an infant.
  • She knows the sign for “milk” and ain’t afraid to use it.
  • Loves to talk. Started out with “dadadada” non-stop, but has since ditched him in favor of “mamamama”. However, the vast majority of her babbling sounds exactly like “BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH”, and I have no clue how she makes the “l” sound.
  • She instigates games of peek-a-boo by hiding her face in your arm/leg/shoulder/whatever is available, and leaving it there until you say “wheeeeere’s Boogie?” Then she pops her head up and grins. It’s only the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, and she’s an absolute genius for figuring it out all by herself.
  • We are still happy co-sleepers. It’s been nearly a month now since she stopped nursing to sleep, and I am still amazed every. single. time. she goes to bed without a boob in her mouth. I nursed her sister to sleep every night, every naptime, until she was eighteen months old. For Boogie to be able to go to sleep without my assistance feels like a little miracle. She goes to bed around 8 now, sleeps until I come to bed (usually at a ridiculous time), nurses and goes back to sleep until 8-ish, or whenever her sister sees fit to wake us up.
  • My only complaint is that separation anxiety hit hard and early. Woe be unto me if I attempt to sit the child down and move more then three inches away. On rare occasions, she’ll play happily in the floor while I wash a dish or check my email, but usually my moving away from her is rewarded by banshee-like screams of displeasure, which are quieted only by picking her up again. Needless to say, it is difficult to accomplish much of anything while lugging around a twenty pound cling-on.

Having two children is much more difficult than I imagined that it would be – and that’s a complete understatement. There are days when none of us get dressed, simply because she won’t allow me to put her down for long enough without her screaming – and while sometimes it’s just necessary, I don’t like to let her cry unless there’s just no way around it. There are days when I don’t get to do anything one-on-one with Princess, and I feel horrible about that. There are days when I don’t do anything to the house, and I feel horrible about that. In fact, it seems as though I always feel horrible about something. Mommy guilt is an unforgiving master.

However, there is one thing that helps alleviate some of that guilt. I was utterly convinced, before Boogie was born, that I could never, never love another child the way I loved my first. And as much as I wanted another girl, I almost thought that a boy would be easier to love, since that love would be, somehow, different. But, I’m happy to report that I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I love her more than I thought possible, and without sacrificing one iota of my love and devotion to my first daughter. Weird how that works for us mommies. And very, very cool.

July 22, 2008

*chomp*

Posted in Baby Talk tagged , , at 3:29 am by junecleaverwouldbeshocked

My baby girl has a tooth! The first little pearly white pushed through on Friday, and there’s another just beside it that will be here just any second now. Aside from a little (completely justifiable) grouchiness on her part, she’s handling the whole ordeal with remarkable aplomb.

Just to be on the safe side, I’ve stocked up on Baby Orajel and filled the fridge with teethers. You never know when her inner gremlin might be unleashed thanks to sharp little daggers ripping through her tiny gums, after all. Poor Boogie.