Sunday, October 29, 2006 by Amy
Wahoo, new pictures! Not many, though, so they'll run out soon. Must save film for Halloween.
Avery has developed into our own little Milk Dudd maker. Not fun, and just when we run out of diaper wipes. She used to poop once a week, and now every diaper change. Rudi calls them O Henry bars. She's been eating a lot more table food over the past few days, and that may be why. She's also been eating a lot of grain, which I know she can't digest, hence the whole wheat poop. Hopefully her digestive system will become acustomed to the table food and start pooping less frequently.
Avery has also begun to really resist having forbidden things taken from her. She really really holds on tight and turns away from you. That's always a fun phase.
Riley's being her usual contrary self. Take for instance our conversation while walking from our car to Walmart today:
Riley: Mommy, mommy, please can I go in the rocks? (decorative landscaping
rocks)
Me: No, honey, not right now, we need to meet Daddy for lunch.
Riley: But I said please! Just for a little bit! Please?
Me: Okay, go in the rocks.
Riley: Why? Why do I have to go in the rocks?
Now tell me if that makes sense. This is what all my days are like. I guess toddlers aren't supposed to make sense. Her language still amazes me, thought. It's not just her vocabulary, but the inflection in her tone, her hand gestures, and facial expressions, that prove that she knows what she is saying and is not just copying. Sometimes we have to put things in perspective and tell ourselves that she is still just two years old.
Here's our little fashionista shoveling snow. No, we don't normally let her outside without a coat on, but this was the day after the blizzard and it was in the 60s. Yes, that's a sock on her right hand. She had a band-aid that she didn't want to fall off. Yes, that is a diaper cover that she is wearing over her clothes. This was a Baby Hayp day. What you can't see is that she is wearing every pajama piece that James has ever handed down to her. She has about four shirts on and three pairs of pants. She said that Jamesy is such a nice boy for sharing with her, and when she is at Grandma's house next month, she's going to share with him. Yeah, we'll see.
Riley is really looking forward to her trip to Maryland. Whenever she hears or sees and airplane she says "I'm gonna get on that plane when it lands and go to Grandma's house."
When I told Rudi about my babywearing idea, he told me not to forget my Ukranian eggs, handmade books, and quilts "because Christmas is coming up." Like I could even think about doing all that in the next month. I'd have to employ myself in my own little sweatshop.
Avery has developed into our own little Milk Dudd maker. Not fun, and just when we run out of diaper wipes. She used to poop once a week, and now every diaper change. Rudi calls them O Henry bars. She's been eating a lot more table food over the past few days, and that may be why. She's also been eating a lot of grain, which I know she can't digest, hence the whole wheat poop. Hopefully her digestive system will become acustomed to the table food and start pooping less frequently.Avery has also begun to really resist having forbidden things taken from her. She really really holds on tight and turns away from you. That's always a fun phase.
Riley's being her usual contrary self. Take for instance our conversation while walking from our car to Walmart today:
Riley: Mommy, mommy, please can I go in the rocks? (decorative landscaping
rocks)
Me: No, honey, not right now, we need to meet Daddy for lunch.
Riley: But I said please! Just for a little bit! Please?
Me: Okay, go in the rocks.
Riley: Why? Why do I have to go in the rocks?
Now tell me if that makes sense. This is what all my days are like. I guess toddlers aren't supposed to make sense. Her language still amazes me, thought. It's not just her vocabulary, but the inflection in her tone, her hand gestures, and facial expressions, that prove that she knows what she is saying and is not just copying. Sometimes we have to put things in perspective and tell ourselves that she is still just two years old.
Here's our little fashionista shoveling snow. No, we don't normally let her outside without a coat on, but this was the day after the blizzard and it was in the 60s. Yes, that's a sock on her right hand. She had a band-aid that she didn't want to fall off. Yes, that is a diaper cover that she is wearing over her clothes. This was a Baby Hayp day. What you can't see is that she is wearing every pajama piece that James has ever handed down to her. She has about four shirts on and three pairs of pants. She said that Jamesy is such a nice boy for sharing with her, and when she is at Grandma's house next month, she's going to share with him. Yeah, we'll see.
Riley is really looking forward to her trip to Maryland. Whenever she hears or sees and airplane she says "I'm gonna get on that plane when it lands and go to Grandma's house."
When I told Rudi about my babywearing idea, he told me not to forget my Ukranian eggs, handmade books, and quilts "because Christmas is coming up." Like I could even think about doing all that in the next month. I'd have to employ myself in my own little sweatshop.
