... it's because we're on vacation!!!!!!
We are climbing on that big jet plane today... who am I kidding... we live in Omaha where they are little jet planes. But whatever size it is, it's zooming our behinds out of here to a lake, a lot of family members and hopefully a lot of relaxation.
I've been told internet is sketchy where we are heading, so you might not see a post for the next week. So enjoy the week ahead, I know Georgia and I will!
What is it about a wee little one that makes them constantly strive for the next level? It's not just every day, but every minute, even every second. It's like that gnawing growl of hunger in the pit of your stomach that won't let you stop until you satisfy it, except theirs is a desire to grow, to move on, to find greatness in their currently small, little world. Oh my little tries every moment to do something new and leave behind everything "baby."
It's no longer halting, stumbling crawls. Now she whips down the hall, sometimes so fast she sneaks up on me and completely catches me off guard.
It's no longer just pulling up for her. Now she lets go and tries to stand on her own and pulls hard on whatever she's holding onto, willing herself to go up and over.
It's a long list and it's still growing. How can someone so small need so much stuff? Her packing list is longer than my packing list (yes, I'm a list person).
We are days away from our first vacation as a family. Yeah!... and GULP. I'm very excited and a little nervous. Six-plus hours of traveling which includes two flights and a layover... a little scary. Six days in a cabin on a lake in upstate New York surrounded by family... ahhh, relaxation. Well, as relaxing as 27 family members can be.
So I'm starting my packing a little early. Everyone talks about how much stuff you end up lugging along when you travel with a young child. I pulled out the big suitcase.
While I was getting ready for work today, Georgia found a new form of entertainment.
Can you guess what it was?
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She has a big girl seat! Actually, she has two big girl seats.
Does the toy buying ever stop? Wait, I know the answer to that question. It's buried somewhere in a Toy 'R Us aisle. Two letters.. N and O.
OK, but I'll admit it is so much fun to see her curiosity with a new toy. The way she studies it and turns it over in her hand, back and forth, back and forth. The way she laughs loudly as she first starts to play with it. Even the way she finally discards it, forgotten, as she chases down that paper towel I dropped or that receipt that fell out of my purse.
I mean, as adults, it would be nice if we could just buy toy after toy for ourselves. Darn it though, they just get so expensive at our age. If only I like plastic red pianos or stuffed dragons that sing.
Georgia's new toy is Copernicus the Crocodile.
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OK, after the cream cheese icing of yesterday, I just couldn't keep Georgia from tasting the whole package. After all, there are chocolate cupcakes to go along with that cream cheese icing.
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So I found out what language my guilt speaks today. Nothing like knocking your child's head into a door frame to get your guilt a talkin'.
My guilt speaks the language of sweets. And a big bowl of cream cheese icing translated perfectly.
If things were different, I would be calling you today. I would put Georgia on the phone to see what she would babble to you. If things were different, I would have mailed you a card that was signed "Love, Georgia." If things were different, I would have put a crayon in Georgia's chubby little hand, and while she would try hard to eat it, I would put my hand over hers and coax it to scribble a little something on that card just below the "Love, Georgia." If things were different, I might have sent you a new framed picture, wrapped in colorful paper, a picture of this smile.
And so it begins. At 10 months old, Georgia has received her first bad note from school. Really? Are you kidding me? OK, I guess it's not a "bad note" per say, because she's 10 months and doesn't understand good versus bad. It's an "incident" report, and it says Georgia bit another child.
Laundry:
Georgia decided to help with her laundry today. She kindly sat on the floor in the middle of her clean clothes... perhaps preparing to fold them.
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Have you noticed I LOVE taking pictures of my lovely little? I can't help it. When she's around (which is almost always), my hands are just drawn to my camera as if I had two big magnets at the ends of my arms and my camera was all metal. I HAVE to take pictures of her.
A walk around a lake near our house today was no exception.
We all have many faces, those we show to the world and those we let loose inside the comfort of our family and friends. Georgia is discovering her faces, although the benefit of being a child is she'll show them anywhere.
Today, during breakfast and lunch, my little character came out shining. Enjoy!
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OK, it's not a "rule" per say. But as my husband and I walk hand in hand down this parenting road together, we are constantly discussing what we're doing, how we're doing, what's working and what's not and how we could do things better. I love that and I love that we have each other to bounce thoughts and ideas off of when we need talk. And I think Georgia will be stronger and more grounded for it. One, we'll hopefully do a better job at this parenting thing together than separate. After all, they say two heads are better than one, don't they? And two, Georgia will always see two parents who keep level heads and discuss things and compromise and work things out together.
So back to that "rule" that's not really a rule. After falling asleep on my lap today, I didn't want to disturb my little lovely's dreams by carrying her to her crib. So, I let her sleep on the couch - fully supervised though!
There is no getting away from Georgia any more (not that I would EVER want to). She has finally realized when I leave the room and go into another one down the hall, she can come find me.
I can't imagine ever being gone from your life - to never watch you grow, go to school, graduate college, become a woman, start a career, start a family. I can not imagine being gone from your smile and the light that is... you.
So this morning was going well. Georgia was in a good mood, and I was amazingly on schedule to get Georgia ready for daycare and me ready for work. Oh, I should have seen this as an ominous dark cloud on my little morning's horizon.
As I walked to my bedroom to pick out a suit for the day, I could see my lovely little down the hall, playing peacefully in the living room. She was so adorable, just entertaining herself. I kept peeking down the hall, making sure she was safe and content in her little world - her happy world of toys and songs and smiles and love. Oh look, she's crawling toward me. How cute, she misses her mommy and ... oh, what's that? There's something behind her. Something... what, I must take a look.... OH MY GOD!! Holy terror of poop is raining down on that peaceful little world. Where my lovely little once sat, now rests a giant pool of poop, and she's crawling toward me, bringing remnants of that poop pool with her. Iccckkkk!!!
I remember having these grandiose ideas of how I would decorate Georgia's nursery, what I would hang from the walls and the ceiling and what would sit on her shelves. Problem is, I made the mistake of not getting it all done before she arrived. And now that she's here, well let's just say I don't have the time and money to fulfill all of my original plans.
But today, I started on one of the projects:
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