Dear Lila,
I'm girly (if I had to pick between going shopping and going camping, I'd always pick shopping--in fact, I think I'd pick anything over camping) so I don't totally mind that you are, too, but I do worry that you are becoming a little too girly. Your hair is really long and I clip it up so that it stays out of your face but you always take the clip out and let your hair down because you think you look like a boy when I tie your hair up and that you "don't look like a princess." I told you that Belle wears her hair up but you said you wanted to look like Awowa (Aurora).
Then today, it was warm, so I said you could wear a short-sleeved shirt to school. You then suggested that you wear a dress. I said that wasn't a good idea because you were going to play on the playground at school and if you were wearing a dress, it'd be more cumbersome to go down the slide. I said you should wear pants if you wanted to go down the slide. You then said to me, "Okay, Mama. I won't go down the slide." My daughter would rather wear a dress than play on the playground . . . um, huh.
Love,
Mom
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Let Her Eat Cake, Part II
Dear Lila,
Your favorite foods are rice and noodles but you also have a serious sweet tooth like your big brother (and to be honest, your mama). For Mother's Day today, you gave me an adorable bookmark decorated with a flower made out of your fingerprints and the prettiest cherry blossom mousse cake that Daddy picked up from one of my favorite bakeries. I couldn't wait to eat the cake--and neither could you!
I saved it for after dinner but you asked me if we could "Eat cake now?" half a dozen times throughout the day. When I finally unearthed the pristine white container from the refrigerator, you instantly appeared at my side (whoa, did you smell it or something?) and practically dove inside the box when I opened it. I told you I'd take a few bites and give you the rest and while I took those bites, your mouth was pretty near mine as if you were trying to intercept the cake from going into my mouth. And with every bite I took, you asked me, somewhat pleadingly, "My turn now? You save rest for me?" Man, were you happy once I finally handed you the fork-- and I literally only took 3 bites before I forfeited the cake to you!
I love you, my little foodie!
Love,
Mom
Your favorite foods are rice and noodles but you also have a serious sweet tooth like your big brother (and to be honest, your mama). For Mother's Day today, you gave me an adorable bookmark decorated with a flower made out of your fingerprints and the prettiest cherry blossom mousse cake that Daddy picked up from one of my favorite bakeries. I couldn't wait to eat the cake--and neither could you!
I saved it for after dinner but you asked me if we could "Eat cake now?" half a dozen times throughout the day. When I finally unearthed the pristine white container from the refrigerator, you instantly appeared at my side (whoa, did you smell it or something?) and practically dove inside the box when I opened it. I told you I'd take a few bites and give you the rest and while I took those bites, your mouth was pretty near mine as if you were trying to intercept the cake from going into my mouth. And with every bite I took, you asked me, somewhat pleadingly, "My turn now? You save rest for me?" Man, were you happy once I finally handed you the fork-- and I literally only took 3 bites before I forfeited the cake to you!
I love you, my little foodie!
Love,
Mom
Friday, May 6, 2016
Him Is Laughing
Dear Lila,
Some random things about Lila, age almost-3-and-a-half:
-Every day I ask you how you want me to style your hair and every day you reply, "Anna braids."
-Speaking of hair, one of your biggest pet peeves is feeling stray hairs on your body. You get really upset if there's a stray hair, like, stuck to the bottom of your foot and insist that I remove it instead of doing it yourself--you don't want to touch it, even though, most of the time, it's your own hair. And you go ballistic in the bathtub when you can see a bunch of stray hairs stuck under the plastic mat. You refuse to stand on top of them, as if they'd burn your feet, even with the plastic mat in between you. And again, it's crazy how much you dislike them because it's usually your own hair!
-Your number one pet peeve, though? Getting your ears cleaned after you shower. Actually, it's much more than a pet peeve because you hate it so much and/or are so afraid of doing it that when Daddy and I tell you it's time to clean your ears, you clamp your hands over your ears, start screaming bloody murder and try to run away. It takes the both of us to do it, too, because one person has to pin you down while the other goes in with a Q-tip. You scream and thrash so much and cry so long and hard afterward that we only attempt to do it once a week, sometimes only once in two weeks. And that means that when we do actually manage to clean your ears, they are full of gross yellow/orange wax. Ew.
-By now, you can easily recognize and recite the entire alphabet and can count to 20. You are also learning about famous artists such as Andy Warhol in school, which is pretty cool.
-You have really come out of your shell during this school year. Before September, you never talked to anyone beside our family and your nanny. Now, you frequently talk to your friends and your friends' parents when we walk to the playground together after school and your teacher told me that you have recently started talking a lot in class. When I went to your class's Mother's Day Tea Party today, I saw that your talking is sometimes on a barely audible level--when you went up to Miss Kaitlin and asked where you could sit, you whispered it so quietly that she had to get down on her knee and practically put her ear on your mouth to hear you--but you are talking nonetheless!
-You are still the girly girl who loves pink and wearing dresses and skirts and twirling in them. You have Sofia the First and Anna costumes and you wear them frequently. You also love to pretend that you are Snow White or Rapunzel and that I am your "prinsh" (prince).
-The way you talk now is really cute, like when we were playing ice cream parlor and you asked me, "What flavor you like in your mouth?" Or when you couldn't pronounce Philadelphia and kept calling it "Fishedephia." Also, the pronoun "he" totally eludes you. Even though I correct you all of the time, you always say things like, "Him is laughing" and "Him don't like that." He! It's he!
Love,
Mom
Some random things about Lila, age almost-3-and-a-half:
-Every day I ask you how you want me to style your hair and every day you reply, "Anna braids."
-Speaking of hair, one of your biggest pet peeves is feeling stray hairs on your body. You get really upset if there's a stray hair, like, stuck to the bottom of your foot and insist that I remove it instead of doing it yourself--you don't want to touch it, even though, most of the time, it's your own hair. And you go ballistic in the bathtub when you can see a bunch of stray hairs stuck under the plastic mat. You refuse to stand on top of them, as if they'd burn your feet, even with the plastic mat in between you. And again, it's crazy how much you dislike them because it's usually your own hair!
-Your number one pet peeve, though? Getting your ears cleaned after you shower. Actually, it's much more than a pet peeve because you hate it so much and/or are so afraid of doing it that when Daddy and I tell you it's time to clean your ears, you clamp your hands over your ears, start screaming bloody murder and try to run away. It takes the both of us to do it, too, because one person has to pin you down while the other goes in with a Q-tip. You scream and thrash so much and cry so long and hard afterward that we only attempt to do it once a week, sometimes only once in two weeks. And that means that when we do actually manage to clean your ears, they are full of gross yellow/orange wax. Ew.
-By now, you can easily recognize and recite the entire alphabet and can count to 20. You are also learning about famous artists such as Andy Warhol in school, which is pretty cool.
-You have really come out of your shell during this school year. Before September, you never talked to anyone beside our family and your nanny. Now, you frequently talk to your friends and your friends' parents when we walk to the playground together after school and your teacher told me that you have recently started talking a lot in class. When I went to your class's Mother's Day Tea Party today, I saw that your talking is sometimes on a barely audible level--when you went up to Miss Kaitlin and asked where you could sit, you whispered it so quietly that she had to get down on her knee and practically put her ear on your mouth to hear you--but you are talking nonetheless!
-You are still the girly girl who loves pink and wearing dresses and skirts and twirling in them. You have Sofia the First and Anna costumes and you wear them frequently. You also love to pretend that you are Snow White or Rapunzel and that I am your "prinsh" (prince).
-The way you talk now is really cute, like when we were playing ice cream parlor and you asked me, "What flavor you like in your mouth?" Or when you couldn't pronounce Philadelphia and kept calling it "Fishedephia." Also, the pronoun "he" totally eludes you. Even though I correct you all of the time, you always say things like, "Him is laughing" and "Him don't like that." He! It's he!
Love,
Mom
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Flying Rats
Dear Lila,
One of my worst fears was realized today when I was walking down a street and a pigeon flew INTO my HEAD. I don't know if it was trying to hit me or just misjudged and flew too low, but it flew toward me and hit the side of my head. Ew ew ew ew EWWWW. I immediately took a shower when I came back home and washed my hair like three times, but it still feels dirty. *shudder*
Love,
Your pigeon-hating mom
One of my worst fears was realized today when I was walking down a street and a pigeon flew INTO my HEAD. I don't know if it was trying to hit me or just misjudged and flew too low, but it flew toward me and hit the side of my head. Ew ew ew ew EWWWW. I immediately took a shower when I came back home and washed my hair like three times, but it still feels dirty. *shudder*
Love,
Your pigeon-hating mom
Monday, March 28, 2016
Crazy Day
Dear Lila,
So here's how yesterday went:
-At 7am in the morning, GuhGaw came into my room and told me he had wet his bed.
-I threw his pee-soaked clothes and bed linens into the laundry closet.
-Daddy showered GuhGaw and I checked on DiDi, who had also wet the bed.
-I threw his pee-soaked clothes and linens into the laundry closet and bathed him.
-Later in the morning, I sat down on the couch to nurse DiDi and he spit up on my shirt sleeve, his pants and the couch.
-I put our dirty clothes and the couch covers in the laundry closet.
-You got a splinter while playing in the attic with Daddy. No soiled laundry resulted but you did need a Band-Aid.
-After you went to bed at night, I heard you coughing. I checked on you and found you in bed, covered in your own vomit. I carried you out of bed and you continued to throw up on the floor. When I ran out to get some paper towels, you followed me, stepped in your vomit and tracked it across the room.
-Daddy mopped the floor. I showered you and put your super gross pajamas and bed linens in the laundry closet.
-I was getting clean sheets for your bed when you came running into the room. You tripped on your too-long pajama pants, which I had meant to roll up but didn't, and banged your mouth right on the sharp corner of the open dresser drawer. It cut your lip open and there was so much blood. I hugged you tightly and shrieked, "What is going ON with this day?!?!?"
-Your blood-stained shirt joined the straight-up MOUNTAIN of soiled pajamas, sheets, mattress pads, blankets and couch covers that was already in the laundry closet and I wanted to join the (clean) blanket on my bed and sleep for a month. Gaaaaaaaaaah!!!
I faced a never-ending laundry marathon but you definitely got the worst of it today. Nonetheless, you were your usual resilient self and bounced back quickly from each situation. Your lip must have hurt pretty badly but you only cried for a little bit and bravely stood there while Daddy put ice on it. Funny side note: GuhGaw knew you had banged your mouth and when he heard Daddy dumping the ice into your bathroom sink afterward, he called out from his bedroom, shocked and alarmed, "Were those Lila's teeth?!?"
Daddy came home tonight and asked me how my day was. Compared to yesterday? No one wet the bed, threw up or cut his or her lip so it was a definite success!
Love,
Mom
So here's how yesterday went:
-At 7am in the morning, GuhGaw came into my room and told me he had wet his bed.
-I threw his pee-soaked clothes and bed linens into the laundry closet.
-Daddy showered GuhGaw and I checked on DiDi, who had also wet the bed.
-I threw his pee-soaked clothes and linens into the laundry closet and bathed him.
-Later in the morning, I sat down on the couch to nurse DiDi and he spit up on my shirt sleeve, his pants and the couch.
-I put our dirty clothes and the couch covers in the laundry closet.
-You got a splinter while playing in the attic with Daddy. No soiled laundry resulted but you did need a Band-Aid.
-After you went to bed at night, I heard you coughing. I checked on you and found you in bed, covered in your own vomit. I carried you out of bed and you continued to throw up on the floor. When I ran out to get some paper towels, you followed me, stepped in your vomit and tracked it across the room.
-Daddy mopped the floor. I showered you and put your super gross pajamas and bed linens in the laundry closet.
-I was getting clean sheets for your bed when you came running into the room. You tripped on your too-long pajama pants, which I had meant to roll up but didn't, and banged your mouth right on the sharp corner of the open dresser drawer. It cut your lip open and there was so much blood. I hugged you tightly and shrieked, "What is going ON with this day?!?!?"
-Your blood-stained shirt joined the straight-up MOUNTAIN of soiled pajamas, sheets, mattress pads, blankets and couch covers that was already in the laundry closet and I wanted to join the (clean) blanket on my bed and sleep for a month. Gaaaaaaaaaah!!!
I faced a never-ending laundry marathon but you definitely got the worst of it today. Nonetheless, you were your usual resilient self and bounced back quickly from each situation. Your lip must have hurt pretty badly but you only cried for a little bit and bravely stood there while Daddy put ice on it. Funny side note: GuhGaw knew you had banged your mouth and when he heard Daddy dumping the ice into your bathroom sink afterward, he called out from his bedroom, shocked and alarmed, "Were those Lila's teeth?!?"
Daddy came home tonight and asked me how my day was. Compared to yesterday? No one wet the bed, threw up or cut his or her lip so it was a definite success!
Love,
Mom
Monday, March 21, 2016
Big Laughs
Dear Lila,
I've said it so many times before and I'll say it again: You are growing so big so fast! I just bought some things for your summer wardrobe and since your current shirts, pants and shoes are already getting a little snug, I ordered the next sizes up: size 7 clothes and size 11 sandals. GuhGaw wears size 12 shoes but he still fits into his size 6 clothes so your clothes are officially bigger than your big brother's!
You are a big girl who also gives me big laughs with all of the funny things you do and say. Some recent examples:
-There was a hole in the knee of one of your leggings, so you went into the study, grabbed a piece of tape and put it over the hole.
-You found a dead ladybug in the play attic and told me, "Ladybug no coal." I didn't understand you and asked you, "Coal? What do you mean, the ladybug's not coal?" You sighed, exaggeratedly crawled across the floor and said, "Coal!" Ohhhhh, crawl! The ladybug's not crawling!
-When I scold GuhGaw, I often ask him, "You understand me?" Now, you say the same thing to me sometimes, except you say, "You unnertand me?"
-I realized that you can't pronounce the letter s and drop it when it's at the beginning of a word, so smile becomes "mile," school becomes "cool," squirrel becomes "quirrel" and so on. I have to admit, I find your baby talk comforting--my baby girl is still in there! You're not a total big girl yet!
-You ate a lot at dinner last night and I said I didn't think you'd have room for dessert. You pointed at your hip and said, "I have room right here."
-GuhGaw often reads aloud to us and points to the words as he reads them. You have started copying him. You can't read yet but you point to the words as you "read" them, i.e. recite made-up stories based on what you see in the pictures.
-You like to clip a blanket around your waist and turn it into a skirt. You also often ask me to clip one into the back of your shirt to make a cape. You are definitely my Supergirl!
Love,
Mom
I've said it so many times before and I'll say it again: You are growing so big so fast! I just bought some things for your summer wardrobe and since your current shirts, pants and shoes are already getting a little snug, I ordered the next sizes up: size 7 clothes and size 11 sandals. GuhGaw wears size 12 shoes but he still fits into his size 6 clothes so your clothes are officially bigger than your big brother's!
You are a big girl who also gives me big laughs with all of the funny things you do and say. Some recent examples:
-There was a hole in the knee of one of your leggings, so you went into the study, grabbed a piece of tape and put it over the hole.
-You found a dead ladybug in the play attic and told me, "Ladybug no coal." I didn't understand you and asked you, "Coal? What do you mean, the ladybug's not coal?" You sighed, exaggeratedly crawled across the floor and said, "Coal!" Ohhhhh, crawl! The ladybug's not crawling!
-When I scold GuhGaw, I often ask him, "You understand me?" Now, you say the same thing to me sometimes, except you say, "You unnertand me?"
-I realized that you can't pronounce the letter s and drop it when it's at the beginning of a word, so smile becomes "mile," school becomes "cool," squirrel becomes "quirrel" and so on. I have to admit, I find your baby talk comforting--my baby girl is still in there! You're not a total big girl yet!
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-You ate a lot at dinner last night and I said I didn't think you'd have room for dessert. You pointed at your hip and said, "I have room right here."
-GuhGaw often reads aloud to us and points to the words as he reads them. You have started copying him. You can't read yet but you point to the words as you "read" them, i.e. recite made-up stories based on what you see in the pictures.
-You like to clip a blanket around your waist and turn it into a skirt. You also often ask me to clip one into the back of your shirt to make a cape. You are definitely my Supergirl!
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Really Much
Dear Lila,
Cute things you said to me recently:
"Mama, I like you really much."
"I like hearts because you make my heart feel really nice for my life."
Not-so-cute thing you did recently:
While I was brushing GuhGaw's teeth last night, you and DiDi were in DiDi's room and he suddenly started crying in pain. When I ran into the room, you explained that DiDi had been crawling toward the heat vent (which you know he shouldn't touch) so you kept him away from it by pulling him backward across the floor by his arm. Oh no no no! You were so good to try and protect him but thank goodness you didn't dislocate his shoulder, yeesh.
Love,
Mom
Cute things you said to me recently:
"Mama, I like you really much."
"I like hearts because you make my heart feel really nice for my life."
Not-so-cute thing you did recently:
While I was brushing GuhGaw's teeth last night, you and DiDi were in DiDi's room and he suddenly started crying in pain. When I ran into the room, you explained that DiDi had been crawling toward the heat vent (which you know he shouldn't touch) so you kept him away from it by pulling him backward across the floor by his arm. Oh no no no! You were so good to try and protect him but thank goodness you didn't dislocate his shoulder, yeesh.
Love,
Mom
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