Monday, March 31, 2008

buzzer beater

Rachel had a fun morning with some friends/neighbors of ours, and they absolutely ran her ragged with all the playing and snacking. So when we got home right at naptime this afternoon, she settled down to sleep pretty quickly, and I was sure we were in for a long one. Not so. My wonderful, sweet, beautiful baby girl will not take long naps! So, true to pattern, she woke up after sleeping only one hour, and was in a terribly cranky mood for the afternoon. We already had plans to meet Jarrad and some other friends for dinner, so, in spite of bad-mood Rachel, I loaded us up, and we headed out.

Although wiggly, Rachel was surprisingly cooperative and fun to have around at dinner. We went to a kids-eat-free-on-Mondays spot, and it was a zoo, which seemed to keep her adequately distracted. After eating, Jarrad had to go back to work (sad), so Rachel and I headed home to wind down for the evening. All the way home, she begged for a banana, and I appeased her with promises of such. When we walked in the door, she nearly jumped out of my arms with excitement, and insisted that she "get" the banana (she points to herself over and over, saying "get, get, get, get"). So we sat down at the table with said banana, and Rachel half-ate and half-played. She finally finished her snack, but not without a lot of silliness.

"It's time to go upstairs," I announced. "Night night," she replied. Acting silly the whole way, she slowly climbed the stairs. She pottied, and then was unusually cooperative (and giggly) during the pajama ceremony. I informed her that her cooperation had left us plenty of time to read books, and she dashed over to a book I recently returned to the floor from the closet, and we read. Then she wanted to read "Brown Bear," which we started, only to be interrupted by the distant sound of fireworks.

Rachel froze. She was sitting on her bear rug/pillow, and I was stretched out on the floor next to her. I told her someone was celebrating something with fireworks, but, as I continued to read the book, Rachel stayed very still. "Are you okay, Rachel? Are you scared?" Wide-eyed, she nodded. "Do you want Mommy to hold you?" Wide-eyed, still, she got up and came to me, arms out-stretched. I picked her up, and she curled around my torso, with her head resting on my shoulder.

I sat with her in the rocking chair, and she fell asleep without moving a muscle. She doesn't fall asleep on me often, and it was such a sweet end to a silly evening, a perfect end to a whiny afternoon, and a refreshing end to a strange day.

cute moment

All this said, as I left half-asleep Rachel in her crib, I realized my phone had exited my pocket. "Oh, well," thought I, knowing I could sneak in and retrieve it after she was sound asleep. I did sneak in, only to crawl all around her room and come out empty-handed. Hmmm--now what?? I had distinctly remembered putting the phone in my sweatshirt pocket just before sitting Rachel on the potty. It wasn't in the bathroom either. I knew I couldn't call, since I had failed to turn it to vibrate. Text message! I decided to email a text message to my phone, which would cause a brief but audible notification, which I would be able to hear over Rachel's monitor were my phone in her room. And it was. So I returned, this time armed with a small flashlight, but still unable to find the darn thing. Then I heard it. It vibrated as a reminder notification. I waited, and heard it again. And I located my phone.

It was in Rachel's crib, under Rachel's leg. How did she manage to pickpocket me through all of that sweetness?? Luckily, she was so sound asleep that she didn't even notice when I slipped the phone out. Strange...

on another note

Jarrad, Rachel and I are expecting another addition to the family in October. Yay for a sweet little brand new baby! We saw the teeny bebe on our first ultrasound this morning, which was amazing, even the second time around. I already can't wait to meet this little tater tot!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

a few days later

I have been a completely uninspired blogger lately, but I'm sure I'll be back on track soon. Rachel stays so busy these days, and she's doing a pretty good job learning to entertain herself for short periods of time, which is a big relief. She also understands a lot now, which makes rules a lot easier too. All-in-all, the days aren't as long as they once seemed, and I'm having the most fun yet!

Here are a couple of pictures of Rachel in her Easter dress (which I made!). I was pretty exhausted on Easter Sunday because we were traveling the day before, so I didn't even get out the camera, but, thankfully, one of my friends snapped these shots at church that morning. This dress was really easy to make--and much less sophisticated than the smocking and ruffles many little girls were sporting that day--but we got a ton of compliments on it, and I am convinced that it's because the fabric is so so cute. Why don't they sell kids clothes made of fabric like this??

As you can see, Rachel was none-too-pleased about the photo op, but she was in a generally good mood that day, so I can't complain.

I am really looking forward to next year, when I think she'll be able to understand a lot more about Easter (beyond finding plastic eggs lying around everywhere). I can't wait to explain to her the sacrificial love of our GOD, displayed through His only begotten Son, Jesus, who died on the cross and then defeated death in His resurrection. What an amazing and humbling event to commemorate.

Sunday, March 23, 2008


If you saw the last video, you heard Rachel refer to "itz" crackers. She likes Ritz crackers, and, to be sure I knew what she was talking about, she invented a sign for Ritz. Watch the last video again, and you will see the sign: she air scratches her torso, or, sometimes, under her arms. I was so confused when I realized that was her sign for Ritz. Why?? Pits? We never talk about arm pits. Itch? I don't remember ever having an itch there. After two weeks of brainstorming, Aunt Mamber cracked the code. She was babysitting, and Rachel was sitting on the potty, pre-bedtime. Amber was reviewing body parts with Rachel, and, when she said, "Where are your ribs?" Rachel made the exact same motion! Ribs. Ritz. An answer. Thanks, Aunt Mamber.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Monday, March 3, 2008

who am i?

We had company for dinner tonight, and Rachel became all smiles and cutes. The best thing, though, is that she got really snuggly and lovey on her mommy. She kept wanting hugs, and she squeezed her cheek to mine, grinning. She repeated, "Maaamaaaa" really sweetly, patting my arm and smiling. While I was eating, she sat next to me with her arm locked around mine, and she kept crawling in my lap, just to sit there. She did run around some and show off in other ways, but she seemed really proud of me tonight, for whatever reason. And that felt so good.

non-toy toy of the day

Jarrad was doing some yard work over the weekend, and Rachel and I decided to help after her nap. Rachel followed right behind her daddy, picking up sticks and pine cones from the yard. Once he was satisfied that the yard was cleared, Jarrad began trimming stragglies from a couple of the bushes. Just as I was thinking I should get Rachel some toy garden tools, she walks up to a bush with a stick and begins her own pruning. Why would I think I need to buy her little plastic toys? The stick she had was the perfect tool to "snip snip." She also found a "broom" (a pine twig with pine straw still on one end), and she swept up all the sidewalks.