Wordful Wednesday: The Biz at 18 Months

My blog has suffered under Extreme Busyness Syndrome. So much so that monthly updates for my sweet Isora Rose have been all but non existent. (*To Isora – Sorry sweet girl. I really would have liked to write more about you over the past 18 months but keeping up with you and how quickly you learn everything is pretty time consuming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I love you and your Wiggle Worm ways so no complaints that I loved your sister more, m’kay?)

So I figured I’d take this Wednesday to gush show off brag discuss my sweet baby girl.

This is Isora Rose. 18 months old but just told me the other day that “I 3 year old Mama”.  Ummmm, no, you’re not. But cute that she repeats every. single. thing. her sister says, right? And yes, she talks. A lot. All day. All night. She says words that sound funny coming out of a 18 month old mouth. Like ‘remember’ and ‘medicine’. She nearly always says ‘thank you’ often says ‘please’ and her newest fav is “No. I do it.” SMH. WAY too early for that statement if you ask me. She says all her ABC’s and “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,14,Zoomi” (cause she knows it makes us laugh). She sings along to all our songs in the car. She loves when I sing Alouette and My Favorite Things and 1 2 3. And she loves Bob Marley. Of course 😉


This little lady has always been sweet and chill but as she’s grown she has blossomed into the most good-natured, smiling and happy child I’ve ever known. She rarely cries (though the closer we come to 2 the more she fake-cries) and if she does get a boo-boo it’s easy to make her smile again. The song ‘Alouette’ used to be her stop-crying song. Now you just say “Boo Teta”. I know. It’s silly. Cedella said it to her once when she was crying and it stuck. They both crack up. Every. Time.


There’s something else you must know about Iz. She is completely obsessed with her sister. Whatever Ella is doing or saying, Izzie is copying. It’s adorable and funny, as short-lived as it may be. Because one day they will fight over toys or clothes or boys or life but for now they’re pretty inseparable. And that’s cool with me.


Despite their closeness they are very different children. And that’s the coolest thing to see. All the things that Iz loves that El gets easily bored by. All the subtle little differences.

For example…this kid loves to brush her teeth. It makes her whole day. She’ll say “brush teeth” until I go into the bathroom with her and put toothpaste on her Dora brush.


She is a Weirdo. With a capital W. In our home Weirdos are just silly people who are different and unique. Weird is a positive. She has Weird in spades. She wore this one snow boot around for hours. Hours. And would freak if I tried to put the other shoe on her. Weirdo.


And man is she funny. She is constantly thinking of new ways to make us laugh. She’s a natural Goof Ball. I kinda wish I could roam around the house mostly nude with a basket on my head too. Sadly she’s the only one that can get away with it, she’s a trailblazer of physical comedy.


Like the Corn-Holio. She does this one a lot. Actually she takes off her shirt a lot. When her tummy is free she’ll rub on it like she’s rubbing a Good Luck Buddha and say “Tummy”. Makes us laugh every. single. time.


And this…her fake pouty face. She’s got you fooled, huh? Keep in mind this face was directly followed by


a big old grin.


Did I mention Izzie can and will sleep just about anywhere at any time? No really. Anywhere. Remember this? A booth in a busy restaurant in Chicago.


And at the Zoo. Even at her favorite place she sleeps.


Another thing to know about this little lady: she loves to eat. Loves. Anything and everything. The only thing she seems to have an aversion towards is fish (which is weird cause we eat a lot of fish) but she loves everything else. Current obsession? Hummus, PB&J, Turkey and Yogurt. And cupcakes. Anything with frosting is cool with her.


Always fruit. Off the tree, don’t care. She was digging on that pear. The cuteness of her eating this pear fresh off her Jiddo’s tree just kills me. I love it so.


She is a book lover just like her Mama and her sis. Current favs include ‘Pajama Time’ ‘Duck on a Bike’ and the Little Critter book ‘I Was So Mad’. And anything that has baby faces for her to kiss. She’s really into kissing right now.


Though she loves to hang out at Play. she really comes alive at the zoo. On this visit she woke up just in time to chase the peacocks . It never gets old.


She is a very intense and avid colorer. Have you ever seen a more serious coloring face? She’s doing business here.


And she has entered the Momma and Baby phase. The second we get to Play. she goes right for the babies. At home she carries around three at a time.


She even wears her babies while she’s watching her favorite shows (Currently: Daniel Tiger, Super Why, Team Umizoomi and Dora).


Though she loves taking care of her babies she is still very much Mama’s Girl. I can’t get enough kisses and hugs from this kid. She’s positively delicious. She makes every single cell in my body vibrate with happiness even on the rainiest and grayest days.


I catch myself sometimes just staring at her. Just in awe of some new thing she’s taught herself or something funny that she’s done. Watching that sweet grin spread over her face is like medicine for a stressed out soul. I love to watch her play and explore and try and persevere.

But seriously, where did I get this blonde haired green eyed child from? Another unique and beautiful thing about this sweet girl.


But whatever you do. Don’t take this girl’s babies or food….cause she’s a tough girl. She’ll get ya.


See? Told you she was funny.

Do you have a hilarious child of your own? I’d love to here about what makes your kid an awesome Weirdo!! Please share stories!!

Linking up with Amanda at Dude Mom and Angie at Seven Clown Circus. Go check out their gorgeous families now. Just do it.

Happy Wednesday!!

Preschool is Cool

So last Monday it happened. My sweet sassy Cedella Monkey started preschool. ::deep breath::

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She picked her own outfit and got up that morning with a smile and ate her breakfast and couldn’t wait to go to school.

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This smile…it just does me in. She’s gorgeous.

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Then we arrived and saw the new set up at our favorite place in Lansing…Play. If you haven’t heard me gush about Play before, check out their bday party posts HERE and HERE. Or just check out all the amazing new things happening there on the updated website HERE.

Our favorite indoor play place has evolved into an awesome hands-on preschool haven. You can see just how excited Ella was to see this new classroom space.

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She took to this invitation immediately and made both me and her Dad pictures before we left that morning.

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Here I was beginning to doubt whether she was ready, or if it was too much time or too many days (3 morning, 3 hours a day) and here she was…SO ready to be there, to be learning, to be around other adults and children. ::deeper breath:: Asking us if we were going to leave and take Izzie with us already.

Here we are, on a hazy, damp Monday morning, bringing the kids to Play, it felt totally natural. And I couldn’t help the tears that welled up in my eyes as we left, without Cedella. And I’d like to brush it off and say it’s just silly Mom hormones or sentimentality. But it’s not. This is a legit moment of loss. She will never NOT be in school again. This day marks the first time for the rest of her childhood that she will be in school. It’s just so…final. She is growing and I am losing a little bit of her time and her attention and her neediness and it just hurts in my heart.

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But if she had to leave me, if she had to go anywhere I’m glad she’s with Kasey and Jessica all morning. They are so kind and loving towards her and they trust her and boost her confidence in so many ways. And I know that we made the right decision to put her in school there.

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Why is preschool such a hard decision? After all, it’s only PREschool, right? Then why does it feel like it’s the first big decision you have to make regarding your child’s entire educational journey? What do you look for in a preschool? Should the focus be on playing or should there be a strong focus on pre-K skills?

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For us the most important aspect of preschool was the philosophy that children learn through exploring and playing in the environment they are in. Something that was really important to me was not a strict “sit down and write letters” classroom but one that allowed kids to investigate and explore whatever they’re interested in and help them learn through those interests.

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I know a lot of people that have had their kids in daycare/nursery school from a very young age, and others that won’t be putting their kids in any formal schooling for a long time, if ever. But for us, we knew that Ella’s naturally curious mind needed more stimulation than what I was capable of providing at home.


She is a social girl who loves to be with other children and adults and in one short week it’s obvious that this is exactly what she needed to blossom even further. She has new friends and looks after Miss Jessica’s 1 yr old daughter and helps diffuse her little buddies arguments. She is incredible in so many ways. But in this, in doing something she’s never done, in facing the challenge head on and with a smile on her face, she amazes me.


There’s something I say to Cedella every night before she sleeps or that I make her say when she spends the night somewhere that I borrowed from The Help (with my own little addition at the end).

“You’re kind, you’re smart and you’re important and one day you’re going to change the world. I am so proud to be your mommy and I’m so thankful that you are my daughter. Mommy and Daddy and Izzie love you to the moon and back”.

Those words have never been more true than that morning, knowing that as she took one step away from me, my heart string pulled back one million times to remind her that I’ll always be there and I’m forever proud. Always. Forever.

Now excuse me while I go find a box of Kleenex and blow my nose…I’m crying all over again :(

Tell me it gets easier the older they get? What was your child’s first day of school like?

Linking up with my dear Diana at Diana Wrote for this little Glimpse into what our week was like…you can check out Diana’s week and more HERE.

Wordless Wednesday: Monk’s First Haircut

It’s hard to remember every single time Cedella achieved a milestone now that she’s 3 years old. Hell, it’s hard to remember Isora’s milestones and she’s only 1. But I have a feeling I will always remember this milestone for how awesome and uneventful it actually was.

You have probably seen in the last few pictures of Cedella her hair, down past her waist, wild and tangled and free. She was a baby born with a head-full of hair and though she lost the entire back of her newborn hair, it quickly filled in and grew. And grew. And grew some more.

What started out as fine and wispy and maybe even a bit of a curl on the end had become this thick jungle of golden brown sunlight streaked ropes of hair.


Sadly there was a daily battle to weed-whack the jungle and keep it tame. For weeks I told her that if she wanted to have long hair she needed to allow me to brush it everyday before we left the house. And for weeks she battled me every morning to get her hair brushed.

Finally, in desperate need for a bit of weed whacking myself, I made an appointment for both of us to visit my friend Laveda’s house for a couple of haircuts.

She played with Laveda’s son while I got my hair trimmed, just the perfect little lady. And she didn’t even push or shove her sister while I was occupied.

And then it was her turn.


When I asked her earlier in the day how she wanted her hair to be cut she said she wanted it “to her shoulders”. And when Laveda asked she said the same thing. I tried, in vain, to push her towards a bob with cute little bangs, but she just wasn’t having that. She insisted on “to her shoulders”. And that’s what she got.


Not one hesitation, not one tear, and though she was a bit wiggly, apparently she was better than most kids at sitting still for a haircut.



And when it was done…Wow. Très jolie!


She was very happy with how it turned out.

But for me, well, I was a thrilled with how beautiful her hair looks and devastated by how grown-up she looks.

I mean, seriously, slow down kid. She looks like a grade-school kid!


Special thanks to my friend Laveda for chopping all our hairs and making us a beautiful duo again!

And thanks to all for the outpouring of love, commiseration and support on my post yesterday. With your thoughts and prayers and hard work on our end we are going to be okay. Much love to you all…

Happy WW everyone!!