Since the last time I posted, LOTS have happened, but I'll leave that to another post. This one is dedicated to the first time Chloë got a major BOO BOO!
It was a normal Thursday afternoon, the weather was great, and as we've been doing for the last few days of total sunshine and butterflies that we've been having, we've been hanging out in the patio and the backyard after Chloë comes home from daycare. Yesterday was no different. We kicked around a ball, pushed Chloë in her car, walked around looking for pine cones, and continuously told Chloë NOT to climb onto the picnic table. We must have scolded her a MILLION times "Chloë, don't STAND on the table, SIT on the bench." Over and over and OVER.
As one can imagine, our countless warnings and reminders did nothing to prevent what was mostly inevitable since Chloë learned how to climb onto the picnic table bench and onto the table. I was sitting on a chair a few feet away, and Josh was maybe 2 seconds from grabbing her as Chloë, for oh, maybe the 946th time, climbed onto the picnic table bench and started to try and get her momentum to swing herself onto the table and whoops, lost her balance. In the two seconds it took for her to not grab a hold of the table and actually dive headfirst onto the slate floor, Josh rushed over and I instinctively turned my head and closed my eyes. Yes, I refused to look. Not exactly what you'd think would be the first mom thing to do, but it's exactly what I did: I looked away. Josh missed her, and she fell head first onto the floor and hit her forehead. She screamed and screamed, and as Josh picked her up she immediately called for me at which point, I quickly composed myself, took a deep breath and opened my arms up for her. She hugged me immediately and just cried and cried. As I watched her face, and saw her tears, I was amazed at just how quickly the bruise and gigantic BUMP on her forehead appeared. Right before my eyes! We called the Doctor who told us these things usually look MUCH worse than they are (REALLY? Have you fallen off a picnic table headfirst onto the slate patio floor recently?) and instructed us to make sure her pupils looked normal, and she didn't throw up, and keep her up for a couple of hours.
We sat there watching her and trying to put ice on her forehead as she swatted us away saying "Não! Não!" and she seemed ok. She was back to playing in less than 10 minutes, and 12 minutes after her fall was once again trying to climb up the picnic table. Her forehead, on the other hand, is definitely indicative of the good fight she got into with the floor. All in all, major crisis averted.
no bump picture because, well, it looks awful!
Friday, March 26, 2010
she's ok, really. REALLY!
Monday, March 1, 2010
my pumpkin
this is the face that wins all. when she looks at me like this she is likely to get whatever she wants. something tells me she is not too young to already know this, and so we've been seeing this face more and more often.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
breathe on me
When I was little and I would sneak onto my parent's bed, I always wanted to synchronize my breathing with my mom's breathing, while she slept, so that I wouldn't have to breathe her 'old' air. Even as a teenager, if I shared a bed with my mom, or my sister, I insisted on synchronizing our breathing. I could not stand the thought of breathing someone else's 'old' air. Until now. Tonight, as I put Chloë to bed, I was singing to her, and she fell asleep on my shoulders, her face nuzzled against my own. Once she was asleep, I stopped singing and just stared at her. I could stare at her for hours, days. And that's when I realized that I could feel her breathing against my own breathing, and that I was in fact breathing her old air. Except, I cherished it. And for once, I did not try to synchronize my breathing.
a family affair
Growing up my father always had a pet peeve when taking photographs--he always told us to hold our heads up straight--NO tilting! Now, I know that tilting can sometimes ruin a perfectly wonderful picture, but personally, I see no damage done here. We all look like we're having a grand old time--particularly the little one!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
missing you
*written on December 27, 2009*
dear Chloe,
But then I realize that from the day you were born, our lives have been filled with defining moments, which will ultimately shape you into the woman you will become. I remember all those moments like they just happened. Your first smile, and when you learned how to crawl, and your first steps, the first time you laughed a real belly laugh. I remember them all. I cherish them all.
So now, I've been nursing you, and holding you close each morning, and each night, like it'll be our last time. And each day, when you hold me close and drink my milk, I sketch your photograph in my mind, just in case, in case it'll be the last time.
--
*written on January 17, 2010*
It's now been almost a month since I started weaning you. I told myself for so long, how hard this would be for you, how I couldn't wean you because you just loved nursing so much, that I barely stopped to realize that in the end, I would miss it the most. Tonight as you nursed, you started drifting off to sleep, but you woke up when you realized there wasn't as much milk as you wanted. You whimpered, and caressed me, and said "oh, mommy.." and you closed your eyes and fell back asleep. When I laid you down in your crib, you rolled over grabbing your lovey, I kissed you goodnight, and I knew. Tonight, you are weaned. Tonight, I miss you.
So now, I've been nursing you, and holding you close each morning, and each night, like it'll be our last time. And each day, when you hold me close and drink my milk, I sketch your photograph in my mind, just in case, in case it'll be the last time.
--
*written on January 17, 2010*
It's now been almost a month since I started weaning you. I told myself for so long, how hard this would be for you, how I couldn't wean you because you just loved nursing so much, that I barely stopped to realize that in the end, I would miss it the most. Tonight as you nursed, you started drifting off to sleep, but you woke up when you realized there wasn't as much milk as you wanted. You whimpered, and caressed me, and said "oh, mommy.." and you closed your eyes and fell back asleep. When I laid you down in your crib, you rolled over grabbing your lovey, I kissed you goodnight, and I knew. Tonight, you are weaned. Tonight, I miss you.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Chloë looks sweet and innocent
Chloë is 18 months today. From the looks of it, she looks pretty sweet and innocent. Right? Now, look closer, deep into her eyes. Do you see that? Right there? Yup, that's what I'm talking about. She only *looks* sweet and innocent. The reality is that she is well on her way to those infamous Terrible Twos and is so stubborn, you'd think she couldn't be more like her mother.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Snowy December
The holidays descended upon us so quickly we barely had time to breathe all December! It was a month to remember, but because there were so many Best Of moment, I think these pictures will say it best:
Saturday, November 28, 2009
true love
It took Kyra a while to warm up to Chloë, but in the last few months she's really given that kid all she wants. She lets Chloë pet her, and grab her fur, and poke her face, and kiss her snout, and now she lets Chloë believe she's chasing after her. Really, all she wants is to devour Chloë's cookie.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
weekend highlights
there was nothing exactly special about our weekend, other than the fact that every weekend with Chloë is special. In any case, there were a few noteworthy, and special moments that made me, for the millionth time, count my blessings, for the wonderful husband, and amazing kid we have. There is nothing cuter than Chloë calling Kyra over, or "Dog" as she refers to Kyra, and smacking her lips in the air trying to get a kiss in...after few attempts, she kissed her square on the snout, and squealed in delight. Abso-frickin'-lutely the CUTEST thing I've ever seen her do! Though, later in the afternoon, her attempts at helping Josh rake leaves in the yard might rival the love fest with Dog. As Josh dutifully piled all the leaves into the bag, Chloë followed him around and tried to grab as many handfuls of leaves OUT of the bag as she could. Again, couldn't get any cuter than that. And now, not to toot my own horn, but the kid also just cannot get enough of me. She spent much of Sunday climbing all over me in order to read a book together, or watch daddy do yardwork, or pet Kyra, it didn't matter, as long as she managed to get one leg over to climb onto my lap, or her arms over my shoulder to hang on to me, she was literally on top of me, and while I exclaimed, a couple of times, "OMG, how can I get anything done with this kid on top of me all day?" I was secretly hoping she would never let go. So, all in all, one of the BEST weekends ever. And what did we do? Nothing special. May all weekends be like this.
and because we didn't manage to get a picture of any of these moments, here's a video of her tickle fest before bedtime tonight:
Thursday, November 19, 2009
thursday evening shenanigans
after taking two pretty good tumbles today at daycare, I thought Chloë might not be at her best this evening. Much to my surprise, she was in a super mood, and was being a total ham. She made my day by showering me with her mad, sloppy kisses, and eating all of her dinner. Now I truly understand the very real frustration my own mother must have lived through day in and day out with my lack of appetite and refusal to take "just one more bite". Well, tonight was a good night. There was no frustration, and to celebrate it, Chloë went all out and hammed it up before bedtime. We even let her stay up past her bedtime because she just looked like she was having such a blast. At bedtime, I held her a little tighter as she nursed all sleepily, and I marvelled at how big she's getting. I had one of those moments when everything seems so surreal as I realized that not too long ago, I could hold her with one arm, and she fit in there just right, her teeny, tiny body, right in the nook of my arms. Tonight, her not so teeny, tiny body takes over both my arms, and stretches out by my thighs, and her feet dangle to the side.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Clemyjontri Playground
So happy going down the slide!
A change of clothes was required after the park and a messy brunch.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
my favorite monkey
we went to the Reston Zoo this weekend, and Chloë was very excited at seeing all the animals, she wanted to wander around by herself, and wanted to do all the things big kids do, namely jump off balance beams. oh--and she wanted to smile like a monkey, how could I forget about that?
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