Sweet E is on the move. She has been for a while, but it way more apparent these days. I marvel in how much she changes every day. She discovers something new at least every day, sometimes every hour.
My daughter has the funniest crawl. She tries to stand with one leg and crawls with the other. She really isn’t interested in crawling, if she had her druthers she would be walking by now. You can see in her face that she feels that crawling is beneath her. While she is taking steps when she is holding onto something, that is equally as unsatisfying to her. Where is the freedom in being tied to something?
Her favorite new toy? A walker. It’s like a mullet in reverse. Party in the front (lots of toys and buttons to explore) and business in the back (ability to be mobile). It allows her to be somewhat mobile and explore her surroundings. Her favorite place to explore is the kitchen.
There is something strange about my daughter becoming more independent. I am excited and yet sad. It is another milestone in which she needs me a little less. It is hard not to savor her independence though. There is something in her eyes that is so wonderful as she explores the world around her. While she may not need me soon to move her from place A to B, I get to watch her world unfold with her. It is magical.
This morning Little E woke me up early. Like an hour and a half early. I was a little bummed about missing out on some much needed sleep, but she is so stinking cute in the morning. We went about our morning and I was ready to go before her favorite friend arrived to take care of her. Since we had some extra time, I decided to place her on her playmat so she could get in a little play time before I had to leave.
What I thought was only going to be 5-10 minutes ended up being more like 20 and I am SO thankful for that. Poor T accidentally overslept and that meant more time for me. First, I was a little upset because there was so much that I need to accomplish this week, but I quickly got over it because I was able to witness the best surprise ever.
My daughter rolled over. Honest to goodness just started swinging her little leg and poof was on her belly before I knew it. She wanted her squishy ball more than I knew and she was going to get it. I snapped a quick picture (thank goodness I had my phone because T texted me) of my daughter on her belly.
So thank you T for being late this morning. I am so thankful that I got to witness my little E working that out and getting onto her belly. It makes me aware of those precious moments I may miss, but so much more grateful for the ones I get to see. Way to persevere little E!
It was a good first official Mother’s Day. (Official because E is on the outside, and I know about her. I would find out I was pregnant the day after Mother’s Day last year) We celebrated on Saturday since I work on Sundays at my church. A wanted to make sure I had an appropriate amount of time to relax. I could tell he really listened to what I’ve been saying over the past few weeks of feeling hurried, not taking care of myself, etc. I know this because on Saturday morning, I woke up to my husband scurrying around to make breakfast for me. I was then presented with a card saying that I was going to spend the afternoon at the spa. My hands and feet are so pretty now!
My best friend babysat on Saturday night so that we could go on our first date since E was born. Not only did she not have a “witching hour” that evening, she fell asleep early! Talk about magical, that child is divine.
On Sunday, we celebrated Cradle Roll at church. Little E was such a good little bean and went right to Wayne, our senior pastor, to be rocked in the cradle. The kindergartners sang “Praise Him, Praise Him” to her and a prayer was said for her. I’ve planned this in year’s past because I used to be the children’s minister. However, it was such a wonderful gift to be on the other side, watching my child have this experience.
My best present of all is Little E. From the way she grips my finger, to the way she stares at me when she is eating, her fabulously large smiles, her little “whoos”, and the way she coos at you when she starts to get sleepy. It is the best present because it continues to unfold. I am not sure what she is going to do next, but I cannot wait to see.
This site is a lifesaver. Welcome to your inbox a new activity, game, song, etc. everyday. Some of these are some you know but didn’t remember And some are great additions. This has been a great tool with my little nugget.
The name of my tumblr comes from something that my grandparents, like most, said to me growing up. I was “growing like a weed”. It sounds so awful doesn’t it? I mean who wants to be a weed? However, a weed is incredibly strong, grows quickly, and nuzzles its way into the surroundings making it’s presence known. My daughter is a weed and boy is she growing.
It has been 105 days since precious Emily joined us in the world. 105 days. I cannot believe that much time has already passed. I worry about what I will forget. The sweet smell of her skin, the way she ooh’s at the bird print behind our couch, raising her eyebrows as if she is conveying an important point or how she waggles her face back and forth when she is ready to eat or wants a paci.
105 days doesn’t seem that much when you consider it will be 365 days since I found out I was pregnant next week. A whole year of Emily. This little being has transformed my world in a way like none other. So, in an effort to not forget, here is a blog, a blog about my child and the ways she changes and grows. Some posts will be funny, some frustrating, but it will be all about her and being her mother.