Sunday, January 31, 2010
She has a few tricks under her sleave
Finley turned 10 months last Friday and she is becoming such a big girl. Such a little performer; here are a few things that she has under her sleave.
- she loves to shake her head no whenever we ask her a question sometimes it's followed by a 'no, no'
- clapping! Finley loves to clap her hands. She holds her left hand completely still while she hits her right hand against it. It's so adorable.
- DAWGIE....Daddy taught her how to say doggie and she loves to call out 'dawwwwgie' whenever she sees Simon & Sophie.
- Ma-ma & Da-da have been in the works for awhile but lately there are a lot more da-da's than ma-ma's. Grandpy is working on pa-pa!
- buh-bye! Jeff tells me that whenever he picks her up at daycare, she makes a mad dash for him to pick her up. Before he can even sign her out, she's waving good-bye to the teachers and kids in the classroom.
- Boppin to the beat! She loves to shake it. Whenever a fun song comes on she looks at me, gets a little smile on her face, and then starts to move her head and shoulders to the beat.
- I'm gonna get you! She loves to try to get away from me and she starts laughing and eagerly tries to escape me when I tell her that I'm going to get her. My favorite is when she's on the bed and she starts to try and climb the wall in order to get away.
- Fav foods include: Cheerios, goldfish, puffs, chicken, yogurt bursts, and fruit strips.
- She's started taking a few steps when I'm holding her little hands. She gets quite lazy and wants to sit down. She's stands while holding onto the table, chairs, and whatever she can get her hands on but has yet to stand alone.
a few recent photos...
Soon to be our new home! Move in date April 2010.
Sleepy baby!
Framing starts this week. We are so excited!
Lot # 7
Her french plate. Enjoying a few snackies.
Monday, January 18, 2010
No Fighting; No Biting!
In between meetings a couple weeks ago, and I get a call from an unknown number. Unknown numbers ALWAYS make me nervous but particularly because Finley’s daycare shows up as unknown and I am always paranoid something is going to go wrong while she is there.
I picked up and sure enough, it was her teacher. “Finley was in a little fight today at school, she informs me. WHAT? Is my first instinct but I allow her to continue. “She had a toy in her hand and another little kid wanted it and Finley refused to give it up so the kid bit her,” she continues. Now, this isn’t sounding like much of a FIGHT to me but more of an attack on my little girl. I was shock but let her finish. “She’s got a bit of a mark on her arm but she’ll be fine and she’s allowing us to put ice on it so hopefully the swelling will go down.”
I sat at my desk in shock. Not quite sure how to proceed. I sucked it in, thanked the teacher for calling and letting me know and I think I even mustered a joke about Finley not being much of the sharing kind before I hung up.
Underneath it all, I was pissed. Not quite sure if I should get in my car and make the trek from Seattle to Tacoma to pick her up or if I should call my parents and ask them to go pick her up. So, I called Jeff and he seemed to think that all would be fine and then I even started to wonder if I was overreacting a bit.
Later that evening when I returned from work, I lifted her shirt and saw the bite marks. That lil f’er bit her through her long sleeve shirt and left upper and lower chomper marks on her arm. My heart started racing and I wanted to pick up the phone and call that kids mother and let her know what her child had done to my lil girl. Finally, I came to my senses, gave her a smooch and realized that these sorts of things are going to happen.
As a Mom, I definitely am starting to realize that there are UPS and downs to this whole game and I need to take things a little less serious. But, it’s hard. The Mama Bear in me wants to walk into daycare the next morning and bite the little kid back. The mature parent in me wants to understand that these things are going to happen and the best that I can do is give her a little kiss and encourage her to go back into her classroom the next day and not be afraid of the little bugger that bit her. This world is a crazy place and I know that in the next 20-30 years I’m going to endure a lot more than a little bite mark on my munchkin’s arm. I just hope that moving forward Finley is able to handle the situation with resilience, grace, and confidence and hopefully she learns to NOT bite back.
I picked up and sure enough, it was her teacher. “Finley was in a little fight today at school, she informs me. WHAT? Is my first instinct but I allow her to continue. “She had a toy in her hand and another little kid wanted it and Finley refused to give it up so the kid bit her,” she continues. Now, this isn’t sounding like much of a FIGHT to me but more of an attack on my little girl. I was shock but let her finish. “She’s got a bit of a mark on her arm but she’ll be fine and she’s allowing us to put ice on it so hopefully the swelling will go down.”
I sat at my desk in shock. Not quite sure how to proceed. I sucked it in, thanked the teacher for calling and letting me know and I think I even mustered a joke about Finley not being much of the sharing kind before I hung up.
Underneath it all, I was pissed. Not quite sure if I should get in my car and make the trek from Seattle to Tacoma to pick her up or if I should call my parents and ask them to go pick her up. So, I called Jeff and he seemed to think that all would be fine and then I even started to wonder if I was overreacting a bit.
Later that evening when I returned from work, I lifted her shirt and saw the bite marks. That lil f’er bit her through her long sleeve shirt and left upper and lower chomper marks on her arm. My heart started racing and I wanted to pick up the phone and call that kids mother and let her know what her child had done to my lil girl. Finally, I came to my senses, gave her a smooch and realized that these sorts of things are going to happen.
As a Mom, I definitely am starting to realize that there are UPS and downs to this whole game and I need to take things a little less serious. But, it’s hard. The Mama Bear in me wants to walk into daycare the next morning and bite the little kid back. The mature parent in me wants to understand that these things are going to happen and the best that I can do is give her a little kiss and encourage her to go back into her classroom the next day and not be afraid of the little bugger that bit her. This world is a crazy place and I know that in the next 20-30 years I’m going to endure a lot more than a little bite mark on my munchkin’s arm. I just hope that moving forward Finley is able to handle the situation with resilience, grace, and confidence and hopefully she learns to NOT bite back.
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