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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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And when it was done…Wow. Très jolie!

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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!

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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!!

 

Wordful Wednesday: The Doctor is In

Part of our attempts at Preschool at Home is to work on some imaginative play and following Cedella’s interests.

Well lately? She’s been interested in all things ‘Doctor’ related. Every time we go to Anna’s house to play she finds the Doctor set and drags it around the house.

Somewhere in our house she found a stethoscope and worn it around her neck all day. So I gathered some bits and pieces of Doctor gear around our house and I built her a little kit and set up a Doctor’s appointment for her Baby Doll. And yes, this doll is called Baby Doll.

I set up all her Doctor gear: glasses, stethoscope, thermometer and script pad. And her new computer. Because, as she reminded me, all Doctors have computers. Which is so very very true.

But really, she just wanted to include her computer in this game. This computer is the coolest thing she’s ever seen. And she tap tap taps away, just like her Mom. She may have officially gone over to the Tech Side of things. Thanks Grandma Becky!

When Baby Doll was ready she listened to her heart.

And took her blood pressure. Which she insisted that she was different even though she did the same thing.

And then she had to type everything into her computer.

When she was done taking her notes she wrote Baby Doll a prescription for a nap. Seriously. She said Baby Doll needed to rest so she could feel better. Smart kid. Wish she would follow her own advice sometimes.

It was so much fun to watch her imagine her way through this ‘appointment’. She created problems and talked through them. When she was playing with the computer she kept telling me to stop taking pictures so she could ‘do work’. I love that she wants to ‘do work’. And when she finally prescribed Baby Doll some rest, Cedella gently tucked the doll into her own bed, kissed the dolly forehead and tell her everything would be alright.

So it was no surprise that a few days later when we visited her BFF Anna that once again the Doctor kit came out. Only this time? It was Princess Doctor. And it was FABULOUS.

Anna said she had a tummy ache, so Doctor Cedella listened to her stomach to hear what was wrong.

Then she gave Anna a shot to make her feel better.

I think they both enjoyed it, huh?

Have you ever stopped to just watch your kids play? I say that because I never really had. Not without interfering in some way. But when she was playing Doctor by herself, Izzie was sleeping and I just sat back and took an occasional picture and watched her.

Slowing down for a moment and just really watching her imagine and play was pretty incredible.

Everything is so new and fresh and unique to her. Seeing things for the first time through her eyes is amazing.

To us grown-ups playing Doctor means to do simple tasks like checking your heart, giving shots or typing notes on a computer. (*Or something dirty. But please, we’re talking about little kids here. Let’s keep our minds out of the gutter.)

But for her it meant more than that. It meant taking care of Baby Doll, and making sure Baby Doll knew everything was ok.

My girl has the most unbelievable sense of compassionate and empathy.

Whenever another child cries or gets hurt she becomes very quiet and focuses on  figuring out what went wrong and how she can help them. And while I will gladly take some credit for teaching her to care for others, her intense connection to making others feel better is all her own.

Maybe Monk will grow up to be a Doctor. Maybe she’ll be an Artist. Or even the President. That is not important to me. What I hope is that she will grow up to be a kind, smart, confident and compassionate person.

And I think she is already on that path.

How do you instill the values of compassion, kindness and caring in your children? How do you use imaginative play in your house?

Happy Wordless/Wordful Wednesday to you all!!

 

 

The Isora Report: Month 5

Now that we’re caught up with what the Little Nugget has been doing the past few months, what has she been doing this month? Growing and changing right before our eyes. There have been so many new things she’s up to it’s almost impossible to remember it all. But the one thing I do know? Isora is the sweetest and happiest child I’ve ever known. I had no idea I could ever love another child this much.

Weight: 16 lbs.

Height: 24.5 inches

Clothing/Shoe Size: 6-9 months, nothing smaller fits. 9 month pajamas fit perfectly. Size 2 shoes for the fleeting moments she’ll wear them.

Milestones: Rolling over. So she’s been doing this for a month and half but now she’s a rolling master. She will roll herself from one side of the room to the other just to do it. She will roll off the bed or the couch in a hot second. In fact on both mine and Daddy’s watch she has rolled off and bumped her head on floor. In fact we didn’t know she was capable of rolling from her back to her tummy until she rolled off the bed the first time.

It’s adorable to watch her face light up when we all cheer her on as she rolls onto her tummy and up onto her elbows. Or when she giggles and coos after she’s wriggled and scooted her way to some incredibly dangerous and un-babyish item on the floor.

But with being up on her elbows brings the latest development from the past few days. Tummy time has now become up-on-hands-and-knees time. She’s been getting up onto her knees, bouncing and rocking back and forth. She is just so incredibly close to crawling it’s amazing and yet makes me drop a couple of tears in my beer.

How can she be almost crawling already? Is that possible? How can she be growing so fast? It feels like she was just born and now she’s doing so much on her own. Just wish it would slow down…

What’s also not slowing down is her efforts to communicate with us. She is yelling screaming talking all the time lately. She feels the need to fill all the quiet spaces with her in screeching. The other day I took her to work at the store with me.

*For the B&B newbies, my husband’s family owns a liquor store and I like to be handy and run the registers here and there. Cause working a liquor store for free is WAY better than watching Caillou any day.

So I had her in the stroller behind the counter and this guy comes in to buy a pack of cigarettes. I’m ringing him up, chatting about the students coming back, when all of a sudden “Rrrrraaaaaarrrr!!!” The man literally jumped a foot backwards and yelled “What the fuck was that?” I looked down at Izzie, who had a big ole grin on her face and started laughing. “That’s just my baby girl”. There’s a reason she’s taken over the nickname Babysaurus Rex.

If there’s anything our Babysaurus likes more than roaring it’s chewing on things. Fingers, knuckles, toys, blankets, her own clothes, the baby carrier, the car seat straps and well, anything else she can get her hands on. And right now, that includes her feet. She loves putting her toes in her pie hole and going to town.

And with all this chewing comes the drool. We are in official teething territory. And it’s kind of soggy over here.

Our Izzie has become a complete busy-body. She’s always got a toy she’s rolling after or sucking on. And anything Cedella is doing, Isora’s gotta be right in the thick of it. And it seems like the opposite is true too. The second Izzie gets something in her hands Ella’s gotta have it. I have a feeling this will be the way of things for many years to come.

We finally busted the exersaucer out of the garage again. She LOVES it. The noises of excitement that come out of her when she’s playing in there are hilarious. Even funnier? When Big Sister climbs into the little teeny seat to take a turn. It makes us all crack up.

By the end of last month she had started grabbing at our plates and was enjoying a cucumber her Jiddo gave her. Now? Michael had been pretty hesitant to have her eat anything at all. But she has seemed so incredibly ready.

So I started giving her chunks of banana that she can grab and put in her mouth by herself. Today she practically tackled me to get at my goat’s milk yogurt, I put a little on the end of my finger and she loved it. Tonight her Daddy got in the mix and gave her mashed potatoes off his finger. You should have heard the sucking noises she was making. Like she couldn’t get enough of it.

The only awful part (aside from the disgusting diapers to come)? She is starting to chomp on my nipples like she does on her bananas and teethers. I have to be way more diligent about making sure to take her off the breast before she’s just playing. Cause it’s getting painful.

But with all this food she’s enjoying guess that means we’re dragging out the high chair from the garage too. We should put a sign in our front yard that says. “Welcome to our Home. We are now being sponsored by Fisher-Price”. Some day all the plastic shit will be outta here. Right?

Favorites: TV – seems to be incredibly fascinating to her now though it has never even caught her attention before. Going to have to be much more strict with screen time this fall.

Her thumb – there’s nearly nothing her thumb can’t fix.

Her Sofie, her wooden rattle and floppy ear teething ring – the most soothing things for her sore baby gums and very easy for her to hold for long periods of time.

Kira – she is being to find her doggie incredibly interesting. All dogs really. She snatched a giant handful of hair off my grandparents golden Cassie. Poor dog.

Bananas, mashed potatoes and yogurt…oh my!

Least Favorites: The car. This girl HATES being in the car. Like screaming bloody murder for two + hours in the car the other day. And that was including pulling over to nurse and change her diaper 3 times. The drive to Detroit usually only takes and hour and change. It took two and a half the other day. Poor thing just doesn’t want anything at all to do with her car seat. Sure hope she grows out of this phase sooner than later.

What strikes most people about Isora right now is just how good she is. She rarely cries, cause she prefers smiling. In even the most noisy situations (ex. a house full of Arabic relatives) she sleeps like an angel on a cloud. And as long as someone is holding her when she needs to be held, she can see everything and she’s moving, all is right in her world. Strangers everywhere we go remark on her reddish hair and gorgeous blue eyes and her sweet smile. She really is a sweet sweet baby. If every baby was like her I’d change my last name to Duggar.

It’s impossible not to kiss and gnaw on those chubby cheeks and round chin btw. Impossible.