Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Well I have a bit of extra time today, and too much to share with you all, so you get TWO posts today - Gasp!

As you may know, Little Miss is a huge talker. She doesn't get that from anywhere strange... just ask my mom and dad. I don't think I ever shut my mouth once I learned to talk. My first grade teacher used to give me the chatter hand (put your hand out like you're holding a puppet... make the puppet talk = chatter hand) when she wanted me to stop talking. It was her way of saying "Chrissy, you're talking AGAIN"

But I digress....

We've been trying to teach words that she can pronounce.
(Note to all parents of new talkers: FOX is Not a recommended early word).

So a few weeks ago we managed to get her to say Bekah (Beck-A)
This week, the full name!!

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Happy Ho Ho

So we've done the unspeakable that every parent does.

We coerced our child into sitting on Santa's knee.

I was a little nervous after the first child in line was screaming bloody murder... but noooooo, my child would never do that.... haha.. who am I kidding??

So while daddy waited in line, we cruised the mall once or twice or ten times, trying to get a GOOD picture of little Miss.... you know, one where she is looking at the camera and maybe, just maybe, even smiling.

I finally settled on this one
I mean, she is almost sitting still, and she is looking at the camera. I guess we will continue to work on the smiling bit. Or maybe I need to click faster, or maybe if she would stop talking long enough ... but she comes by that honestly... sigh.
After she'd had enough of wandering the mall we finally had our chance to go and sit on Santa's knee.

I had tried to give her a pep talk so she wouldn't freak out.

Part of the pep talk included "if you're good, Santa will give you Candy"

I think Santa is hanging onto his beard, just in case.
They chatted for a minute...

Then my "knows what she wants" Little Miss, decided she was done.

So she squirmed, and she wrigged and she fussed a bit, all in the name of trying to get free of this stranger. Odd how we teach kids to stay away and not talk to strangers, yet we put them on their knee and say "if you're good, he'll give you Candy"

Which is what we tried next....

As you can see... it wasn't enough to convince her to stay

So we let her enjoy her candy cane a bit while we waited for the pictures.
First attempt at candy cane wasn't so bad. She sucked for a bit, took a couple bites, then spit out the chunks that were in her mouth, claiming they were "fuff" (fluff)
Oh well!! More for Mommy!

We then did what we've wanted to do for the past two years...

We got one of the really cool mall Car stroller thingys and drove around like maniacs...
Or we drove nice and safely through the busy mall picking out a few gifts until she was
"Aww Done"

Maybe by next year we'll have taught her to Smile on Command and she won't be so wary of strangers...

Although that's not a bad thing.

Maybe kicking and screaming isn't so bad after all

Maybe having a shy little girl who knows what she wants when she wants isn't so bad after all

Monday, December 14, 2009

Siblings... or something like that

When Rebekah was 6 months old, she learned to crawl. I always figured she was trying to torture the dog. My theory is that kids with pets must crawl sooner as they are doing what their "Sibling" is doing.

Maybe I'm wrong.
But Rebekah continues to treat Phoebe like her sibling.
She loves to play with Phoebe

She loves to take the toys from Phoebe so she can "frow" them for Phoebe to fetch.

Problem is, Phoebe doesn't like to give up her Squirrel quite so willingly....

and a game of tug of war generally ensues...
Eventually Rebekah gives up and leaves Phoebe alone..

Where she clearly sleeps with one eye open... just in case!

Friday, December 11, 2009

Moe Book

I don't know how many times a day I hear "mommy, moe book". Sigh. I brought this on myself. I love to read, I think I always have. Therefore, Rebekah owns a lot of books already. I've tried o keep most of them to Board books so they are more durable, but she does have a favourite or two that are paperback. I just hope they last!

Every morning she wants to come downstairs and will go get her books off of her shelves and request to be read to. Every afternoon when we get home, she typically wants to watch Elmo, but once that is done, she wants "moe book".

She will convince almost anyone to read to her. My dad was visiting a few weeks back and he could not escape the pleas of "opa, read".

They are reading the Cheerios Animal Playbook. So much fun, and I have to thank Crystal for introducing us to the series. I think we own them all now!!

We also have our favourite books, and the ones we are getting sick of too! I have instituted  new rules when mommy reads books. First, if you pick a book, I finish reading it before you pick another book. Second, if you want a story "again" you have to pick a different book to read before I will read said book "again". This is helping me to keep my sanity!

Some days she wants to read, but then finds other things more interesting. We can typically finish the following book no matter what though!!

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Reality Check

I really don't like Reality Checks. I don't like change that much.
I don't like realizing that I'm ONLY human. I really don't have control, nor can I be in control.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately that has been humbling to me. Those that have had situations in their lives way worse than my own, yet have found ways to glorify God. Angie and Marsha have been so inspiring to me, but when little things around me start to crumble, so do I.

My life right now is as perfect as it can be. I have nothing to complain about, yet I've recently received news about my JOB (of all things) that could change the perfection. It's just a job. I like to think of it as my first career. It's not ending, it's just changing. Possibly. But I really don't like change that I don't get to choose.
The worst part in my mind, is that my job and so many others is in the hands of other people. I don't have a say or a choice in the matter. Now I realize that in life, I really don't have a say or a choice. God has chosen my path for me, but so often, His plan and my plan seem to mesh quite nicely. He's allowed for us to have a beautiful healthy child. For us to remain healthy and employed. For us the be spoiled. Yes I admit it. I'm spoiled, even as an adult. I have toys I don't need, so does my child. We have a freezer and fridge full of food. We have a fireplace AND a furnace to keep us warm. We've chosen this path.

And yet, when I'm told that in 9 months, I may have to change the location of my job (thats it people, the location), I crumble. I worry about myself. I don't want to do it. I don't want things to change. But, I may end up doing it, as much as I don't want to do it. Maybe that is what God wants me to do. Maybe I need that commute to find Him again, to reestablish that close relationship we once had. Maybe I just needed the announcement that this could happen, to make me realize that I'm not the one in control. He is in control.

My biggest concern about the possible impending changes is that I would not get to spend as much time with Rebekah. This hurts more than I can put into words. I want to spend Every moment I can with her, not less time because I'm commuting. But maybe, maybe this change is so that her and her dad can spend more time bonding together. Maybe God is trying to teach me more about sacrifice. Time as a sacrifice.

I won't know many details for at least another 6 months, but this will give me 6 months to wrap my mind around changes, spend as much time with Rebekah as I can, and work on my relationship with God. Please pray that His will is done in this matter, and that I can appreciate the new challenges it will pose, instead of focus on the negatives. Pray for me that I will strive harder towards strengthening my relationship with God. I miss the Me I used to be, and I think that my distance has a lot to do with it.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Ketchup anyone?

Ok, so she comes by it honestly so I hear.
My daughter LOVES to eat Ketchup.
Squirt some on her plate, give her a spoon, and watch her dig in.

Honestly? I don't understand it. I eat it on one or two things, but this kid loves her "dip dip"

Is that pure enjoyment, or smugness that we gave in and gave her more?
We typically make her dip some food into the Ketchup first, but every now and then when we look away, we turn back to spoonfuls of the stuff being shovelled in.

And it's not a rare occasion.

It happens almost every meal that "dip dip" can be incorporated.

On to other news. James thinks it's time to cut Rebekah's hair as it is getting "messy". What do you think? I'm still hesitant. She's just so little, but so big at the same time. My little girl is growing up so fast!!