Ellen learned how to climb out of her crib. She hasn’t done it successfully yet because I keep pushing her back in. She gets her legs over the top, and heaves herself over with her muscle-y arms. I asked some of my FB peeps what they thought I should do. I think crib-tent is winning right now, although I hate “transitional” baby products. They last for such a short time. What do you think? A cage?
Things that Ellen is doing lately that are not dangerous and my worst nightmare:
Answering her own questions with “yeah.” “Mama? Open? Yeah.”
Memorizing her favorite songs. My favorite line so far? “Up a bubble world so high!”
Bringing me books and “reading” them to me
Tapping her finger to her lips and saying, “hmmmm”
Screaming “pickles!” whenever we see them at the grocery store
After I shower, she is SO excited to hand me my towel. “Tow? Tow? Mama! Tow?” It’s actually pretty convenient.
Looking through her picture book and naming all her family. Anyone she forgets is Uncle Joe.
Anytime a timer goes off in the kitchen, she gets so excited she holds her breath.
Ok, that was for the grandparents. Something more interesting for you now, I’m sure. I’m thinking about selling at a craft show. I’ve always wanted to do it, and it’s a really small one, so it would be a good intro. I want to, but do I have time? I am already pretty busy watching The Today Show and baking my 80th batch of whatever I feel like that day. Hm.
Someone tell me I am not the only person who is like this: I am constantly scheming my next home decorating move. Just painted the kitchen? Already thinking about what color I will paint it next time. Just bought a new tv stand a year ago? Sick of it. I want a new one. It drives Mike INSANE. But, I’m not the only one, right? Right?
Time is quickly approaching that Mike will need to find his next position at his company. We will need to move by February at the latest, so things are starting to pick up in the relocation conversation arena over here. This most certainly means that we will be moving again – and we hope this is the last time. It will be the last time if we choose. But, we really want to be back in MI by our families. So, prayers that we are able to do that would be welcomed and much appreciated. Sidenote: I highly suggest getting pregnant before you have to move. I’ve done it both ways, and being pregnant is much easier.
I’m cooking Thanksgiving dinner this year for my rents who will be in town. The Menu: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, apple pie. What am I missing? Is there something else I need? I don’t want to ruin a national holiday, people!!
On Tuesday, I had a meltdown of mom proportions. You know those, right? Yeah. We all have them. It all culminated in the “dozing off on the couch (for just a second!) and burning dinner” incident that threw me into a fit of tears with Ellen as my shrieking back-up singer as Mike walked through the door. He piled us in the car and took us out to eat. It was just what we needed.
I have never left a restaurant after eating the “meatloaf special” with an appetizer of fried cheese curds and dessert of cupcakes and said, “I feel like a new woman!” But, that night, I did.