Showing posts with label adorable becca tricks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adorable becca tricks. Show all posts
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Soccer Girl
Becca went to Tiny Tots Soccer Camp a few weeks ago and LOVED it! I think we're going to try a season this fall. I gotta say, I'm a lot more comfortable becoming a soccer mom than the dance mom from last year, tomboy that I am. And she's pretty adorable in her shin guards!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
3
I just put my 3-year-old to bed for the last time. In the morning, she'll be a 4-year-old. Bittersweet.
Three seems to get a bad rap. I think I've mentioned on here before than when working with other people's kids, I have found 3 to be one of my favorite ages. Numerous friends assured me that it would be different when it was my own child being ridiculously stubborn and emotionally (and physically) out of control. And we definitely had plenty of awful 3-year-old moments. Becca is not a mellow kid. :) But 3 has also been, by far, the most entertaining age. Her little mind is so busy making connections, and you never know what she is going to pop out with next. For example, on the way home today, she said, "When boys come to my house, I'm going to punch them." What what? She's a trip. If I'm wearing black, she pretends that I'm Ursula (of Little Mermaid fame) and runs away. Obnoxious, yes. Hilarious, yes (for a while). Tonight after John got her out of the bath, she ran around the house naked and hid in the pantry. Dripping wet. Crazy kid.
Anyhow, Becca's third year has been a good one for us. She's done pretty well health-wise, she's made a LOT of progress on eating, she's grown fairly well, she's made progress in school, and she'd getting close to being fully pee-potty trained (not so much with the poop). Considering where we were 4 years ago, praying for a few wonderful minutes with our sweet girl, I'll take every single one of the 2,101,290 minutes she's been in this world...even the obnoxious ones.
Some recent shots of 3 in all its glory...
Three seems to get a bad rap. I think I've mentioned on here before than when working with other people's kids, I have found 3 to be one of my favorite ages. Numerous friends assured me that it would be different when it was my own child being ridiculously stubborn and emotionally (and physically) out of control. And we definitely had plenty of awful 3-year-old moments. Becca is not a mellow kid. :) But 3 has also been, by far, the most entertaining age. Her little mind is so busy making connections, and you never know what she is going to pop out with next. For example, on the way home today, she said, "When boys come to my house, I'm going to punch them." What what? She's a trip. If I'm wearing black, she pretends that I'm Ursula (of Little Mermaid fame) and runs away. Obnoxious, yes. Hilarious, yes (for a while). Tonight after John got her out of the bath, she ran around the house naked and hid in the pantry. Dripping wet. Crazy kid.
Anyhow, Becca's third year has been a good one for us. She's done pretty well health-wise, she's made a LOT of progress on eating, she's grown fairly well, she's made progress in school, and she'd getting close to being fully pee-potty trained (not so much with the poop). Considering where we were 4 years ago, praying for a few wonderful minutes with our sweet girl, I'll take every single one of the 2,101,290 minutes she's been in this world...even the obnoxious ones.
Some recent shots of 3 in all its glory...
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| Sleeping in her humongous big girl bed, passed down from another Rebecca at church! |
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| Modelling her Big Sister shirt she made with Miss Becca |
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| Tinker Becca |
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| Ready to swim! |
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| Strawberry pickin' with Grandma |
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| First braid! Her hair is finally long enough! |
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| Becca and Daddy pretending to be Lady and the Tramp. That's amore! |
Friday, March 30, 2012
Bits and Pieces
I feel like there is a lot to update you on, but my mind is not at all organized at the moment...so you'll get bits and pieces.
First off, I am now 17 weeks and 4 days. 17 was a bad, bad week for us in Becca's pregnancy. In fact, it's the week that they told us she was going to die. So even though we weren't scheduled for a visit this week, I called the doctor to see if we could come in and get a glimpse to make sure everything looks good. Fabulous doctor that he is, he worked me in, and we saw him on Wednesday.
I am beyond thrilled to say that this week 17 is going much, much better than our last one. The baby is measuring right on target, though the head is a little bigger than the legs (which just makes the baby a Hill - have you met my short genius of a husband?). At this point, Becca was already 2 and a 1/2 weeks behind. There was a 4 cm fluid pocket already; when we went for our amnio with Becca in week 18, they couldn't even find a 1 cm pocket and almost weren't able to do the amnio. Dr. Sizemore said that they could amnio this fluid all day long; I told him that I'd prefer that he not. The baby was moving - dancing, really, which was adorable. And we think we saw some bits and pieces...
...as in, little boy bits and pieces! It's still pretty difficult to tell on the office's super basic ultrasound machine, but we're pretty sure we saw his little penis, and when he started grabbing at it, we decided it was definitely acting male...already sticking his hand down his figurative pants. But - we're not painting the nursery blue yet or anything (actually, we're not painting the nursery at all because when we moved in and painted we went with a gender-neutral green, smart kids that we are), but the doc is 85% sure it's a boy. We ought to know for sure at our full anatomy scan (at the high risk doc with the better machine) the Tuesday after Easter.
So that's that. I feel so so so much better after this appointment. Oddly, it's nice to be where things started to go wrong. I had thought that my anxiety would only increase as we got further along, and I'm sure it will some, but it feels great to be at this point and be reassured that what happened last time is not happening this time. I'm still at high-risk for complications, and there is still a very good chance that I will develop pre-eclampsia, but whatever happens now, I know we're not experiencing a total repeat of last time with the double whammy of super-severe IUGR AND severe, early-onset pre-eclampsia. Again, the kiddo could stop growing at any time, and my blood pressure could shoot up, particularly as pre-e is an unpredictable disease, but we are ahead of where we were last time. Phew. In CPE terms, I think it's helping me differentiate this pregnancy from my first one. I really am starting to believe that things might be different this time. Like I said, it feels good.
[Sidenote: as I talk about my first pregnancy, I want to be clear that I don't regret a minute of it. Of course I would have chosen for it to go differently, but in the end, we got the best kid in the world, and I love her just the way she is. I would do it all over again in a second to have her. Or to have this itty bitty boy. But we're open to an easier ride for everyone this time.]
Okay, I got so busy writing about the little boy booger that I forget what the other updates need to be...so...um...don't forget to donate to our March for Babies team and/or order your t-shirts (I'm sending in our order on Monday!)...and if you want to buy some Usborne books AND save some babies at the same time, shop at www.myubam.com/HOS216155. I'm giving my entire commission on purchases made through this link to our March for Babies team. And I haven't forgotten about the second Disney post. It will come. Eventually. :)
Oh, and some adorable Becca sayings as of late:
First off, I am now 17 weeks and 4 days. 17 was a bad, bad week for us in Becca's pregnancy. In fact, it's the week that they told us she was going to die. So even though we weren't scheduled for a visit this week, I called the doctor to see if we could come in and get a glimpse to make sure everything looks good. Fabulous doctor that he is, he worked me in, and we saw him on Wednesday.
I am beyond thrilled to say that this week 17 is going much, much better than our last one. The baby is measuring right on target, though the head is a little bigger than the legs (which just makes the baby a Hill - have you met my short genius of a husband?). At this point, Becca was already 2 and a 1/2 weeks behind. There was a 4 cm fluid pocket already; when we went for our amnio with Becca in week 18, they couldn't even find a 1 cm pocket and almost weren't able to do the amnio. Dr. Sizemore said that they could amnio this fluid all day long; I told him that I'd prefer that he not. The baby was moving - dancing, really, which was adorable. And we think we saw some bits and pieces...
...as in, little boy bits and pieces! It's still pretty difficult to tell on the office's super basic ultrasound machine, but we're pretty sure we saw his little penis, and when he started grabbing at it, we decided it was definitely acting male...already sticking his hand down his figurative pants. But - we're not painting the nursery blue yet or anything (actually, we're not painting the nursery at all because when we moved in and painted we went with a gender-neutral green, smart kids that we are), but the doc is 85% sure it's a boy. We ought to know for sure at our full anatomy scan (at the high risk doc with the better machine) the Tuesday after Easter.
So that's that. I feel so so so much better after this appointment. Oddly, it's nice to be where things started to go wrong. I had thought that my anxiety would only increase as we got further along, and I'm sure it will some, but it feels great to be at this point and be reassured that what happened last time is not happening this time. I'm still at high-risk for complications, and there is still a very good chance that I will develop pre-eclampsia, but whatever happens now, I know we're not experiencing a total repeat of last time with the double whammy of super-severe IUGR AND severe, early-onset pre-eclampsia. Again, the kiddo could stop growing at any time, and my blood pressure could shoot up, particularly as pre-e is an unpredictable disease, but we are ahead of where we were last time. Phew. In CPE terms, I think it's helping me differentiate this pregnancy from my first one. I really am starting to believe that things might be different this time. Like I said, it feels good.
[Sidenote: as I talk about my first pregnancy, I want to be clear that I don't regret a minute of it. Of course I would have chosen for it to go differently, but in the end, we got the best kid in the world, and I love her just the way she is. I would do it all over again in a second to have her. Or to have this itty bitty boy. But we're open to an easier ride for everyone this time.]
Okay, I got so busy writing about the little boy booger that I forget what the other updates need to be...so...um...don't forget to donate to our March for Babies team and/or order your t-shirts (I'm sending in our order on Monday!)...and if you want to buy some Usborne books AND save some babies at the same time, shop at www.myubam.com/HOS216155. I'm giving my entire commission on purchases made through this link to our March for Babies team. And I haven't forgotten about the second Disney post. It will come. Eventually. :)
Oh, and some adorable Becca sayings as of late:
- I'm da wine weader! (while running to get in front of everybody)
- Her name for the baby: Kolkai Booger
- I'm Madewine! I'm Madewine! I'm tall!
- Actuawawy... (translation: actually)
- I want to go on adbentures! Yet's go on [pauses while she counts her fingers and raises them] five adbentures! (Adventures = errands or anything else we can come up with to do away from home or church)
- Awl da something or other (As in, who was your favorite character at Disney? "Awl da charawcters!" Who do you want to invite to your birthday party? "Awl my fwiends!"
- I will give you a kiss to feel you better, Mommy. (and) I'm sorry you're sick, Mommy. (and) I'm gwad you're better, Mommy.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Gender Guesses?
As I mentioned yesterday, we have an OB appointment tomorrow. In addition to the AFP/Quad Screen tests that we'll draw blood for, we'll have another ultrasound. (We have ultrasounds at each visit to check for growth. So far, so good.) There's a pretty decent chance that we'll get a glimpse of the wee one's wee parts tomorrow...so make your guesses now: boy or girl? Vote at the poll to the right.
Just so you can make an informed decision, Becca is 100% certain that the booger is a girl because it's growing in MY tummy. If it were a boy, it would grow in Daddy's tummy. Which makes perfect sense.
Though this is an exciting ultrasound (aren't they all?), the more important one comes up at 18 weeks, when they will use the better machine to do a full anatomy scan, counting heart chambers, etc. If we don't find out the gender tomorrow, we'll most likely find out then - but at that point, I'll probably be more concerned about all the organs being present and accounted for. :)
Just so you can make an informed decision, Becca is 100% certain that the booger is a girl because it's growing in MY tummy. If it were a boy, it would grow in Daddy's tummy. Which makes perfect sense.
Though this is an exciting ultrasound (aren't they all?), the more important one comes up at 18 weeks, when they will use the better machine to do a full anatomy scan, counting heart chambers, etc. If we don't find out the gender tomorrow, we'll most likely find out then - but at that point, I'll probably be more concerned about all the organs being present and accounted for. :)
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Look Ma, No Hands!
Becca is getting more adventurous in her exploration of food textures (particularly if there is chocolate involved), but she's still not a fan of getting her hands messy. Exhibit A:
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
First & Second Visits
Okay, I promise this blog isn't going to be only about the pregnancy, but, frankly, I feel like crap and have no energy so for the time being, I'm just hitting the highlights that may prove relevant to the overall story...and maybe in a few weeks I'll be back to raving about Becca and her ridiculous adventures. Right now most of my conversations with her go like this:
Becca: Mommy, you want to pway wif me?
Me: Baby, I'd love to play with you, but I don't feel good right now. I need to lay down. Do you want to see if Daddy can play with you?
Becca: Aw, Mommy. Are you sick?
Me: Kind of.
Becca: I'm sorry, Mommy. I give you a kiss. Dat will feel you better. (Kisses me super-sweetly) Do you feel better now?
Me: Of course I feel a little better now. I love your kisses! But I still need to lay down.
Becca: Mommy, you want to pway wif me now?
She is soooo sweet and compassionate...and persistant.
So there's your Becca fix. On to the doctor...
I saw Dr. Sizemore last Wednesday, when I was 6 weeks, 3 days (or so) pregnant. His nurse, Liz, is awesome - she knows our whole story and has really been pulling for us. She asked me if I wanted him to come in and talk to us first or just go straight to the ultrasound. Of course I wanted the ultrasound immediately - I HAD to see that heartbeat! She said, "Oh good; I didn't think I was going to be able to wait!" So sweet. So - we did the ultrasound, saw the teeny tiny heart beating, everything in the right place, etc. Looks great. And there's only one, which is good for my risks (and probably my sanity as well). They didn't give us an official due date, as he wants to wait until 8 weeks and actually measure the baby and set it from there, but he saw everything he expected to see at 6 and a half weeks.
We talked over my treatment plan and changed a few things. By this point, I was feeling really nauseas (WHY is my spellcheck not working?!), so we decided to nix the Metformin, as the, um, intestinal distress it caused combined with the aching tummy was too much to handle. I think that's the only medicine change we made. We did decide to co-manage with the Maternal-Fetal group at Vandy, and he's setting up my first appointment with them. I haven't heard back, so I don't know when it will be, but he thought they'd like to see me fairly soon. They gave me the supplies to do a 24-hour urine collection (hooray!) so that we have baseline numbers for protein in my urine. I've been putting it off...but if you at church in the next few days, be careful when opening refrigerators. :) They took 10 vials of blood in order to get baseline numbers for a million other things, and that was in addition to the blood panel that my PCP had just run the week before. Good thing my blood supply is increasing so much! We are, of course, hoping to go full-term and pop out a big ole baby, but the good doc and I (and poooosssibly my overly-optimistic husband) agreed that a good, realistic goal will be to have a take-home baby, one born around 34-35 weeks who gets to go home from the hospital when I do. It may be earlier; it may be later, but it's probably wisest for us to shoot for this age and be somewhat prepared (at work, etc) to see this babe a few weeks early, at least. Dr. Sizemore is, as I've said before, AWESOME and wants to see me back in 2 weeks for another ultrasound and the official setting of the due date (da dada dA!)...but he said he'd be happy to give me another ultrasound this week if I needed to see that everything was okay again. You'd think he knows me or something.
But...we actually ended up with another ultrasound just 2 days later. I have been spotting some for the past couple of weeks, but I know that can be normal, and I had some similar spotting with Becca. But on Friday morning, I woke up with more significant bleeding, so we went in to take another peek. Everything still looked fine, and in the absence of any anomaly in the ultrasound and/or significant cramping, the doctor (this time Dr. Sizemore's partner, Dr. Didier, whom we also really liked) chalked it up to the blood-thinning effects of the baby aspirin and the Lovenox. He figures that any bleeding I do have is going to appear more significant because, well, there's going to be more of it because the meds are doing their job...which hopefully means that the placenta will form without clots. I talked to him about my nausea (which had gotten so bad tht I stayed home from work on Thursday), and he gave me a prescription for Zofran, which has heped some. So, all is well.
And all is well...but I'm having trouble remembering that. I'm feeling pretty awful now (with a pretty bad cold on top of tummy troubles), and I think the nausea is reminding me so much of Becca's pregnancy and everything that went wrong with it. My anxiety has been really high lately, so I'm not planning on dropping my Zoloft dose anytime soon. Sorry, baby...Mommy's got to take care of herself, too. But my new mantra is, "Nothing's wrong until something is wrong...and nothing is wrong [yet]." I don't have much patience for people who tell me that everything is going to be fine because, well, they have no idea a) what we've been through, even you know the story; and b) that everything IS going to be fine. They just really want it to be fine, and that's sweet and all, but hold the bullshit. You don't know that, so don't try to convince me of it. Still...nothing is wrong until something is wrong. And there are a million things that could go wrong. But nothing is wrong now.
Becca: Mommy, you want to pway wif me?
Me: Baby, I'd love to play with you, but I don't feel good right now. I need to lay down. Do you want to see if Daddy can play with you?
Becca: Aw, Mommy. Are you sick?
Me: Kind of.
Becca: I'm sorry, Mommy. I give you a kiss. Dat will feel you better. (Kisses me super-sweetly) Do you feel better now?
Me: Of course I feel a little better now. I love your kisses! But I still need to lay down.
Becca: Mommy, you want to pway wif me now?
She is soooo sweet and compassionate...and persistant.
So there's your Becca fix. On to the doctor...
I saw Dr. Sizemore last Wednesday, when I was 6 weeks, 3 days (or so) pregnant. His nurse, Liz, is awesome - she knows our whole story and has really been pulling for us. She asked me if I wanted him to come in and talk to us first or just go straight to the ultrasound. Of course I wanted the ultrasound immediately - I HAD to see that heartbeat! She said, "Oh good; I didn't think I was going to be able to wait!" So sweet. So - we did the ultrasound, saw the teeny tiny heart beating, everything in the right place, etc. Looks great. And there's only one, which is good for my risks (and probably my sanity as well). They didn't give us an official due date, as he wants to wait until 8 weeks and actually measure the baby and set it from there, but he saw everything he expected to see at 6 and a half weeks.
We talked over my treatment plan and changed a few things. By this point, I was feeling really nauseas (WHY is my spellcheck not working?!), so we decided to nix the Metformin, as the, um, intestinal distress it caused combined with the aching tummy was too much to handle. I think that's the only medicine change we made. We did decide to co-manage with the Maternal-Fetal group at Vandy, and he's setting up my first appointment with them. I haven't heard back, so I don't know when it will be, but he thought they'd like to see me fairly soon. They gave me the supplies to do a 24-hour urine collection (hooray!) so that we have baseline numbers for protein in my urine. I've been putting it off...but if you at church in the next few days, be careful when opening refrigerators. :) They took 10 vials of blood in order to get baseline numbers for a million other things, and that was in addition to the blood panel that my PCP had just run the week before. Good thing my blood supply is increasing so much! We are, of course, hoping to go full-term and pop out a big ole baby, but the good doc and I (and poooosssibly my overly-optimistic husband) agreed that a good, realistic goal will be to have a take-home baby, one born around 34-35 weeks who gets to go home from the hospital when I do. It may be earlier; it may be later, but it's probably wisest for us to shoot for this age and be somewhat prepared (at work, etc) to see this babe a few weeks early, at least. Dr. Sizemore is, as I've said before, AWESOME and wants to see me back in 2 weeks for another ultrasound and the official setting of the due date (da dada dA!)...but he said he'd be happy to give me another ultrasound this week if I needed to see that everything was okay again. You'd think he knows me or something.
But...we actually ended up with another ultrasound just 2 days later. I have been spotting some for the past couple of weeks, but I know that can be normal, and I had some similar spotting with Becca. But on Friday morning, I woke up with more significant bleeding, so we went in to take another peek. Everything still looked fine, and in the absence of any anomaly in the ultrasound and/or significant cramping, the doctor (this time Dr. Sizemore's partner, Dr. Didier, whom we also really liked) chalked it up to the blood-thinning effects of the baby aspirin and the Lovenox. He figures that any bleeding I do have is going to appear more significant because, well, there's going to be more of it because the meds are doing their job...which hopefully means that the placenta will form without clots. I talked to him about my nausea (which had gotten so bad tht I stayed home from work on Thursday), and he gave me a prescription for Zofran, which has heped some. So, all is well.
And all is well...but I'm having trouble remembering that. I'm feeling pretty awful now (with a pretty bad cold on top of tummy troubles), and I think the nausea is reminding me so much of Becca's pregnancy and everything that went wrong with it. My anxiety has been really high lately, so I'm not planning on dropping my Zoloft dose anytime soon. Sorry, baby...Mommy's got to take care of herself, too. But my new mantra is, "Nothing's wrong until something is wrong...and nothing is wrong [yet]." I don't have much patience for people who tell me that everything is going to be fine because, well, they have no idea a) what we've been through, even you know the story; and b) that everything IS going to be fine. They just really want it to be fine, and that's sweet and all, but hold the bullshit. You don't know that, so don't try to convince me of it. Still...nothing is wrong until something is wrong. And there are a million things that could go wrong. But nothing is wrong now.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
How I Wonder
Becca sings a lot. And it's adorable. Every now and then she'll actually get through a song, but she typically just repeats a line over and over in a somewhat melodic fashion. I don't know if she's fixating on it or if her mind is getting stuck or if she just likes how it sounds/feels. It cracks me up, though. Here she is singing "Twinkle, Twinkle" - minus the whole twinkle bit. :)
Thursday, December 1, 2011
RocketGirl
Just in case the doctor bit doesn't work out, Becca's still considering a career as an astronaut. Or a rocket.
p.s. Cheap mom tip: almost all of our dress up outfits, including this rocket and the Tinkerbell costume she wore to the ballet Halloween parade, were purchased the week after Halloween, last year at 90% and this year at 70% off. (Now that I'm gainfully employed, I decided the time it would take to make another trip to Target later in the week when they had been marked down again was worth paying the extra 20%. :) )
Monday, August 29, 2011
Ring Around the Rosie!
I love this video for so many reasons, but the chief one is that you can see Becca's personality so clearly. The girl owns the room. Even if the room is outside of Pancho's after trivia. And even if the crowd is group of people many times her age. I swear, Becca gets adults to do thing they would never do otherwise. I mean, I guess if any group of adults would play Ring around the Roses in public, it would be the Lovells and the Prices, but still...if I ever need a raise (which I don't), I think I'm sending Becca to the staff-parish meeting to ask for it. And so again, I say, this kid will either be president of the United States or a band director. See for yourself!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Becca Hill, Minister of Music
Okay, I know I'm going a little video-crazy this week, but I just can't wait to show you this one. John was playing guitar instead of reading books at bedtime, and Becca was WAY into it. Note the guitar on her pajamas - she was totally rocking out on it and then she switched to the xylephone and grabbed her stole. She really wanted that stole to stay diagonal like our music minister Anne's. And that would be "Alleluia," she is screami--I mean--singing. And then she makes her directoral debut...which I happily dedicate to the hand-waving Uncle Doug and Anne Hook!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Stuff I Hear A Lot Addendum
Two I can't believe I forgot:
* Wassat noise? ("What's that noise?" which is not exactly affirming when the "noise" in question is Mommy's singing.)
* Wha happened? (If she gets hurt, if she trips, if she drops something, etc. I think it stems from her lack of bodily awareness - all of a sudden she's on the floor, and she doesn't know how she got there - and it's really adorable, even when she says it through tears.)
And, by request, the translation of "Hodjoooooo!" is, "Hold you!" which actually means, "Hold me!"
* Wassat noise? ("What's that noise?" which is not exactly affirming when the "noise" in question is Mommy's singing.)
* Wha happened? (If she gets hurt, if she trips, if she drops something, etc. I think it stems from her lack of bodily awareness - all of a sudden she's on the floor, and she doesn't know how she got there - and it's really adorable, even when she says it through tears.)
And, by request, the translation of "Hodjoooooo!" is, "Hold you!" which actually means, "Hold me!"
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Stuff I Hear a Lot
* What you DOing?
* Mommy, hodjooooooo!
* Where ___ go?
* What's ___ doing? (And often the ____ is something inanimate, making for some awkward answers. Ummm...the couch is sitting there? Your food is waiting for you to eat it?)
* Hep me!
* I no want to ____.
* Where Dam? (Where's Graham - see Tiny Dancer post)
* Where we going?
* Hodjooooo! (in the car)
* I no yike ____ .
* Wader bottle! Wader bottle! I need wader bottle!
* I'ma pick! (I'm gonna pick!)
* I need wipe my hands!
* (If a take a split second to respond to the above statement) Wipe my haaaaaaaands!
* Dere's da chuch! (Not that we're there much or anything.)
* I'm a pincess! You a pincess, too? (Only if we are wearing dresses, but every time we wear dresses.)
* I do bayet!
* No, Busser! No, Sasa!
* You BAD! (My least favorite thing to hear. I leaves me wondering where she learned it. I'm guessing it was something the kids at school started doing especially since she thinks it's hilarious.)
* I needa time-out! (And she's usually right.)
* Wing around da rosies?
* SCIENCE KID IN DA HO-USE!
And, of course, my favorite * I yub you!
* Mommy, hodjooooooo!
* Where ___ go?
* What's ___ doing? (And often the ____ is something inanimate, making for some awkward answers. Ummm...the couch is sitting there? Your food is waiting for you to eat it?)
* Hep me!
* I no want to ____.
* Where Dam? (Where's Graham - see Tiny Dancer post)
* Where we going?
* Hodjooooo! (in the car)
* I no yike ____ .
* Wader bottle! Wader bottle! I need wader bottle!
* I'ma pick! (I'm gonna pick!)
* I need wipe my hands!
* (If a take a split second to respond to the above statement) Wipe my haaaaaaaands!
* Dere's da chuch! (Not that we're there much or anything.)
* I'm a pincess! You a pincess, too? (Only if we are wearing dresses, but every time we wear dresses.)
* I do bayet!
* No, Busser! No, Sasa!
* You BAD! (My least favorite thing to hear. I leaves me wondering where she learned it. I'm guessing it was something the kids at school started doing especially since she thinks it's hilarious.)
* I needa time-out! (And she's usually right.)
* Wing around da rosies?
* SCIENCE KID IN DA HO-USE!
And, of course, my favorite * I yub you!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tiny Dancer
Becca has started ballet class! We tried a 4-day "camp" to see if she liked it. She had one lesson a day for 4 days straight...and at the end of every day, she was saying, "Mo-wah!" (and signing it, so we know she REALLY meant it), so we we're starting regular classes in the fall. She was pretty hilarious, definitely the smallest in her 3-year-old class (by far) and unable to do a lot of the skills the other girls could do (like hopping), but all over the place and having a big ole time. Let's just say that watching her class made me smile a lot in a week that I really needed some reasons to smile. And really, looking at this sweet girl, was there any way NOT to smile?
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| The tiniest of dancers |
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| Posing with her new backpack for big kid school |
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| Hammin' it up - thank God it's a recital year! |
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| Laughing (as usual) with BFF's Graham and Tammy |
Monday, June 27, 2011
Becca at 3
Yep, that's right! Itty Bitty Baby Becca is now THREE YEARS OLD! Is anyone as aghast at the fact as I am? I mean, when I think about my pregnancy, her birth, the NICU, etc., it seems like a long time ago - that could have happened 3 years ago. But for her to be a 3-year-old? No way.
But she definitely is! How do I know? Because of the questions! For some (blessed) reason, the "why's" haven't started yet, but all. the. time. I hear, "Wass dat noise, Mommy?" "Where going, Mommy?" "Who's dat, Mommy?" and (possibly the cutest), "How you today, Mommy?"
Three can be known as a tough age among parents. I've always particularly loved 3-year-olds. They are just getting to the point where you can have a real conversation with them, they are inquisitive (see above), and they are starting to play pretend and be more interactive in their play. Yes, they are also amazingly defiant and tedious, but I have preferred that to the know-it-all-ness of 4-year-olds and 2-year-olds' inability to communicate. I'll go on record at the beginning of this 3-year-old year as saying that I love having a 3-year-old. We'll see how that affinity develops (or deteriorates) as we move through the year, eh?
I want to save all of her medical and developmental updates for another post and dedicate this post as a snapshot of Becca's personality at the moment. (And, as we know, the 3-year-old personality can change on a dime!) So here's Becca at 3:
But she definitely is! How do I know? Because of the questions! For some (blessed) reason, the "why's" haven't started yet, but all. the. time. I hear, "Wass dat noise, Mommy?" "Where going, Mommy?" "Who's dat, Mommy?" and (possibly the cutest), "How you today, Mommy?"
Three can be known as a tough age among parents. I've always particularly loved 3-year-olds. They are just getting to the point where you can have a real conversation with them, they are inquisitive (see above), and they are starting to play pretend and be more interactive in their play. Yes, they are also amazingly defiant and tedious, but I have preferred that to the know-it-all-ness of 4-year-olds and 2-year-olds' inability to communicate. I'll go on record at the beginning of this 3-year-old year as saying that I love having a 3-year-old. We'll see how that affinity develops (or deteriorates) as we move through the year, eh?
I want to save all of her medical and developmental updates for another post and dedicate this post as a snapshot of Becca's personality at the moment. (And, as we know, the 3-year-old personality can change on a dime!) So here's Becca at 3:
- Becca LOVES people. Her first word was "hi!", and she remains as social as she was back then. She is very mom-clingy right now, but once she's separated from me, she'll play and talk with anyone. I see us introducing the concept of strangers very soon, though I kind of hate to do it.
- She's very polite. Kind of. I mean, she'll scream bloody murder if you don't do what she wants, she'll stomp and collapse on the ground and throw a fit, etc. But she loves to say "please," "thank you," and "you're welcome." Oh, and "fuffe me," which roughly translates to, "Excuse me." She particularly loves to say thank you and will say it about 15 times before she moves on. She even thanks the elevator for taking her to another floor. Seriously.
- She's still a water baby. I'll have more photographic evidence of it for you later, but she loves all things water. Bath, pool, hose, and, of course, drinking the delicious no-calorie water.
- She's funny. She's got a great sense of humor and loves to laugh and to make you laugh. Sometimes she just laughs because it feels good. She loves to be silly, and particularly loves to be a scary monster and roar at you, and THEN erupt into a full-body laugh.
- Becca doesn't care about eating but loves chocolate chips.
- She's just really gotten the hang of playing pretend, so toys like her kitchen and dress up outfits are getting some new use. She particularly loves to sell ice cream out of the window of her playhouse that Nana and GG got her for her birthday.
- She's definitely in another Mommy phase but has SO MUCH FUN playing with Daddy.
- About 65% of the time, she wants to be an astronaut. The other 35%, she wants to be a doctor. I did hear teacher mentioned once.
- She's great at puzzles and like everything to be in its place. Very John Hill there. (Oh, and that's another question I hear a lot: "Wheres dat goes?")
- Becca loves music and is a dancing QUEEN. Specifically, she is the dancing queen of a small South American village where they drum, stomp and spin a lot. It's quite the sight to behold.
- The current PBS obsession is "Sid the Science Kid." I used to find this show annoying, but it's grown on me. Especially when Becca walked up to the front door and said, "Science kid in the hoow-uuuuse!"
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| At Sesame Street Live, doing what she did a lot of the show - not paying attention! |
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| Wagon ride to the beach! (More beach pics to come.) |
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| Scaring the alligator! |
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| Sporting her new dragon p.j.'s. She seems to prefer the boys' pajama patterns more than the girls'. Whatever! |
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| Pretty in pigtails! |
Friday, April 29, 2011
Easter Bunny
The Easter Bunny didn't really get her act together to stop by our house on Saturday, the day that she normally visits pastors' kids, but she did manage to stop by during Becca's nap on Sunday. Becca LOVES the Little People dollhouse she left for her!
And Becca really got into finding the eggs that she and Kate dyed on Saturday!
Afterwards, we spent a lot of time saying, "Tank you, Eassa Bunny!" since Becca insists on thanking people (and bunnies, I guess) over and over and over and over and over. She's a grateful kid. :)
And Becca really got into finding the eggs that she and Kate dyed on Saturday!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Becca Ou-shide!
This bit of adorableness brought to you by Nanny Hitchcock, who gave Becca the cute shirt, Mary Farris, who passed on the ridiculously fun pig squeaker shoes, and our amazing physical therapist, "Miss Ash-ee," who taught Becca how to kick a ball. Enjoy!
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Feeding Update
I could just tell you that Becca's eating is improving...but it's more fun to show you with this video. She still needs lots of feeding therapy and will not be leaving the feeding pump behind any time soon (or for a few years), but she is at least experimenting with some new textures these days...like that of...JELLO!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Dance Lessons
We had a lovely visit with John's family this weekend (despite some illness). Aunt Jen Jen (as opposed to Aunt Jenny Speas - let's hear it for the Jennifer generation!) is a dancer, and it looks like we may have another one on our hands. Here's Becca's first ballet lesson! (Don't mind the poor cinematography...it was an odd space.)
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