Henry has a small blanket that he calls "Ni-Ni" and he holds it when he sucks his thumb. Unless we are traveling, I do not allow "Ni-Ni" to leave his crib because I don't want him sucking his thumb.
Mary Catherine sucks a pacifier that we call "Pappy". Before she can get out of the crib she has to take her pappy out of her mouth.
My babies are so crazy for these things that they will stay in their cribs just to be able to suck their thumbs and pacifiers.
I say, "Fine by me!" Eventually, they give up and come out.
10.14.2010
10.07.2010
YaYa
I love how Mary Catherine calls Elmo "YaYa".
Kerrigan is the only child that did not say something in a funny way for an extended period of time. Of course, she talked and still talks, non-stop, so I guess she probably worked it out before any bad habits stuck.
Kinsey used to say banana is a weird way, and said 'banilla' for vanilla for years. Every time we got ice cream she would say, "I want banilla ice cream like Uncle Karl." For some reason she had it stuck in her head that Karl loved vanilla ice cream.
Jackson says several things incorrectly. I let it fly because I know it's short lived. He says granola in a way that sounds closer to gorilla than granola. The rest of my examples have escaped me because I was just trying ease drop on the babies in the other room being a little too quiet, if you get my drift.
If I remember them, I will come back and edit this post.
Kerrigan is the only child that did not say something in a funny way for an extended period of time. Of course, she talked and still talks, non-stop, so I guess she probably worked it out before any bad habits stuck.
Kinsey used to say banana is a weird way, and said 'banilla' for vanilla for years. Every time we got ice cream she would say, "I want banilla ice cream like Uncle Karl." For some reason she had it stuck in her head that Karl loved vanilla ice cream.
Jackson says several things incorrectly. I let it fly because I know it's short lived. He says granola in a way that sounds closer to gorilla than granola. The rest of my examples have escaped me because I was just trying ease drop on the babies in the other room being a little too quiet, if you get my drift.
If I remember them, I will come back and edit this post.
10.04.2010
Mother of the Year
...not
apparently Henry has cut two molars and I just noticed them tonight. They are all the way through the surface.
I'm telling myself that his teeth must erupt quickly so I don't feel guilty that I had no idea he was cutting molars...
apparently Henry has cut two molars and I just noticed them tonight. They are all the way through the surface.
I'm telling myself that his teeth must erupt quickly so I don't feel guilty that I had no idea he was cutting molars...
9.28.2010
Dear Henry
Dear Henry,
I thought I would write you a little note to let you know all of the cute things you are doing at almost sixteen months. As of today, you are not walking. You are cruising the furniture, but you have not stood alone yet or taken any steps.
In the last week or so, your talking has really taken off. You say ball, bye-bye, bath, mama, dada all of the time. You say meow when you see a cat, and make a kkk sound as well. You have said Pup-Pup for your stuffed animal in your bed, but you don't say it often. You know the milk sign, all done, and more, but will never do them when I ask. Screaming over and over is your preferred way to communicate. It's wearing pretty thin, because you are very loud.
Mary Catherine is blessed to have such a sweet brother. When she crawls into the room, you light up with excitement and crawl right to her. Sharing with her comes easy to you, for now. The two of you are rarely separated. All day you will play right near each other, looking at books, playing with balls, destroying my bookshelf, hiding behind my curtains, crawling after Coconut, etc...
You are a sweet boy who loves to be tickled, thrown in the air and sung to by your sisters. Although you are sensitive to noise, and will cry if something loud happens, you are also fairly laid back and easy to please.
We love you very much and cannot wait to see how much you change by the next time I decide to write you a note.
I thought I would write you a little note to let you know all of the cute things you are doing at almost sixteen months. As of today, you are not walking. You are cruising the furniture, but you have not stood alone yet or taken any steps.
In the last week or so, your talking has really taken off. You say ball, bye-bye, bath, mama, dada all of the time. You say meow when you see a cat, and make a kkk sound as well. You have said Pup-Pup for your stuffed animal in your bed, but you don't say it often. You know the milk sign, all done, and more, but will never do them when I ask. Screaming over and over is your preferred way to communicate. It's wearing pretty thin, because you are very loud.
Mary Catherine is blessed to have such a sweet brother. When she crawls into the room, you light up with excitement and crawl right to her. Sharing with her comes easy to you, for now. The two of you are rarely separated. All day you will play right near each other, looking at books, playing with balls, destroying my bookshelf, hiding behind my curtains, crawling after Coconut, etc...
You are a sweet boy who loves to be tickled, thrown in the air and sung to by your sisters. Although you are sensitive to noise, and will cry if something loud happens, you are also fairly laid back and easy to please.
We love you very much and cannot wait to see how much you change by the next time I decide to write you a note.
Crazy Babies
I love my babies.
I cannot imagine my life without them. I know it would be so much calmer and quieter, but who needs that? Okay... me. I think people assume because I have five children that I just love noise and chaos, but not really. We have a small house and inside voices are necessary for my sanity.
Anyway, that wasn't what I came on here to write about, so consider that a commercial, as Pastor Jeff calls it.
Some nights when I am attempting to pick up toys in their room I will put both of the babies in one crib for a few minutes so they can play and hang out without destroying my hard work. They LOVE it. They act like complete maniacs tackling each other, cuddling on blankets, sharing pacifiers, stealing stuffed animals, etc... They run from end to end screaming.
I could just stand there and watch them forever.
I know this would be so much cuter if I had a video, so I'll work on that, but for the sake of historical note taking for my life, this will work just as well. Videos don't show up in blog books.
I cannot imagine my life without them. I know it would be so much calmer and quieter, but who needs that? Okay... me. I think people assume because I have five children that I just love noise and chaos, but not really. We have a small house and inside voices are necessary for my sanity.
Anyway, that wasn't what I came on here to write about, so consider that a commercial, as Pastor Jeff calls it.
Some nights when I am attempting to pick up toys in their room I will put both of the babies in one crib for a few minutes so they can play and hang out without destroying my hard work. They LOVE it. They act like complete maniacs tackling each other, cuddling on blankets, sharing pacifiers, stealing stuffed animals, etc... They run from end to end screaming.
I could just stand there and watch them forever.
I know this would be so much cuter if I had a video, so I'll work on that, but for the sake of historical note taking for my life, this will work just as well. Videos don't show up in blog books.
9.22.2010
ugh...one nap...
The babies have dropped their morning nap.
*sob*
I keep trying to force them to take it, which isn't working.
My mornings just got a lot more complicated and a lot longer...
*sob*
I keep trying to force them to take it, which isn't working.
My mornings just got a lot more complicated and a lot longer...
9.21.2010
BALL!
Henry has been saying Mama and Dada for awhile and I think he's said a few other words here and there, but today he is crawling all around saying, "BALL! ball...ball...ball... BALL!" so I guess since there is no debate as to what he's saying, I would consider this his first word.
I never count mama and dada b/c they start babbling that so young I'm never sure when it became a real word.
Funny thing is that I'm pretty sure it was Jack's first word as well.
I never count mama and dada b/c they start babbling that so young I'm never sure when it became a real word.
Funny thing is that I'm pretty sure it was Jack's first word as well.
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