August 19, 2008
Age, Just about 18 months!
So I haven't mentioned this, but lately Gabriella has been spanking herself on the bottom every time she passes gas or burps. (?) I wasn't quite sure what to make of this. She never misses. There is always a spank following one of these two bodily functions. In the back of my mind, I had a small (very small) concern about early signs of OCD. :)
A few minutes ago I burped. Gabriella cracked up and then walked over to me and patted my back. She was burping me! She must have learned this from daycare, as she's really into "helping" burp and rock the younger babies. So I actually believe that her "self-spanking" is really her way of burping herself.
What a little cutie.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Olympic Hopeful
August 18, 2008
I do have a dream that Gabriella is going to be some rock star swimmer. We do swim lessons and I get her into some type of pool whenever I can. She has embraced the water.
We're starting small here, but I see gold, silver, or bronze in her future.
I do have a dream that Gabriella is going to be some rock star swimmer. We do swim lessons and I get her into some type of pool whenever I can. She has embraced the water.
We're starting small here, but I see gold, silver, or bronze in her future.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
17 months, going on 17 years
August 10, 2008
Today is the first day I really saw Gabriella's growing independence. Stew bought her some juice boxes, as a treat, the other day. I gave her one on the kitchen floor this afternoon and, of course, she loved it. (Who wouldn't love a box of basically sugar water!) At one point she yelled, "HELP," because she pulled the straw out and couldn't get it back in the box. I came over and showed her how to do it. Then I sat next to her, just to watch her fiddle with it a bit. After a few seconds, she turned to me, waved her hand, and said, "Bye! Bye! Bye!" (AKA = 'Get lost.')
Well okay then.
Today is the first day I really saw Gabriella's growing independence. Stew bought her some juice boxes, as a treat, the other day. I gave her one on the kitchen floor this afternoon and, of course, she loved it. (Who wouldn't love a box of basically sugar water!) At one point she yelled, "HELP," because she pulled the straw out and couldn't get it back in the box. I came over and showed her how to do it. Then I sat next to her, just to watch her fiddle with it a bit. After a few seconds, she turned to me, waved her hand, and said, "Bye! Bye! Bye!" (AKA = 'Get lost.')
Well okay then.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Continued
August 9, 2008, Part II
Gabriella wanted me to read her the "Cookie" book again. She handed me the book and said, "Read it."
Again, what a little smartie pants. Move over Walt Whitman.
Gabriella wanted me to read her the "Cookie" book again. She handed me the book and said, "Read it."
Again, what a little smartie pants. Move over Walt Whitman.
Who Stole the Cookie from the Cookie Jar?
August 9, 2008
Gabriella loves this book! This morning, while we were reading it, she pointed to the empty glass of milk in the picture and said, "Milk gone."
Little smartie pants.
Gabriella loves this book! This morning, while we were reading it, she pointed to the empty glass of milk in the picture and said, "Milk gone."
Little smartie pants.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
July 2008
Gabriella was given this new kitchen toy as a hand-me-down gift. I brought it upstairs this past week, along with some of the plastic food and utensils that go along with it. She LOVED it! I finally broke out the camera and took a (very grainy and poor grade) video clip of her playing with it. She's winding down here and getting pretty tired... but I chose this clip because of something that happens towards the end. She drops a small toy on her foot and starts crying. Check out what happens next.
I love the way she turns to me, like I'm some nut job, when I ask her to kiss her own foot!
Then she does it.
And she feels better.
Gabriella was given this new kitchen toy as a hand-me-down gift. I brought it upstairs this past week, along with some of the plastic food and utensils that go along with it. She LOVED it! I finally broke out the camera and took a (very grainy and poor grade) video clip of her playing with it. She's winding down here and getting pretty tired... but I chose this clip because of something that happens towards the end. She drops a small toy on her foot and starts crying. Check out what happens next.
I love the way she turns to me, like I'm some nut job, when I ask her to kiss her own foot!
Then she does it.
And she feels better.
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