so big.

I do a lot of writing when I’m bored. I’m always writing down some random thought, but most of it doesn’t make it to the blog. I wrote the following about Elle last week and when I went back to read it, half of the things I wrote down don’t even apply to this moment. It’s just makes me realize even MORE how much she has changed.

I had the last 4 days off work. Vacations are so nice to look forward to, but extremely hard to end. Yes, 10 months later I’m still battling all of my crazy emotions. I’ll admit, some days it’s definitely nice to get out of the house, but I’d much rather play all day.  Maybe someday…..

I’ve said this before but seeing my new little nephew has made me realize how BIG Elle has gotten. I was talking to my sister on Easter about how cute her burp rags were and then I found myself tearing up when I said how I was putting all of Elle’s away because I don’t need them anymore. Whew! This Mom stuff is emotional. One thing I am grateful for is that I can confidently say I cherished every moment with Elle when she was a newborn and for that I am grateful. I told John I’m probably going to be an emotional wreck at her 1st birthday party. I’m not crazy, I’m just crazy in love with her.

This was suppose to be last week’s entry….
Elle is getting so big and I wish I could write down every little “new” thing she did on a given day. I swear when I pull her out of her crib in the morning she looks a little more grown up than the day before.

I love how happy she in the morning

I’m over her infant car seat and so is she, in fact I don’t think she ever liked it
{ we installed her new one and she hates that too. She just hates carseats}

I think it’s weird that she’ll dive into a pile of pillows from the standing position, but is scared to walk behind her little car. {she is now proudly walking behind her car. She took about 6 steps last Saturday and has been trying so hard to take more ever since}

I love how she loves us to read her books

I hate how she won’t call me Mama, but says Dada repeatedly. I am “ehhh, ehhh”…that’s how she gets my attention. {ummm….she has been calling me Dada when I walk into a room the last few days……..WHY WONT SHE SAY MAMA?????}

I love her kisses

I hate how she tries to pick everything up off the floor and put it in her mouth even if there isn’t really anything there. {she has started handing me all of her floor findings. OK, not all, but some. I swear I vacuum ALL OF THE TIME. In fact, I never put the stupid thing away. Where does it come from?}


I love that when one of her toys play music she expects us to sing a long with her. She will stare at us until we start belting out the lyrics. “Put some water in the sink, if you’re thirsty, pour a drink. Clean the dishes, fill the pan. Don’t forget to wash your hands”! I think that’s her favorite song so far…

It is so cute when she plays peek-a-boo and instead of covering her face, she puts her hands over her ears

I love when she puts her hand up to her ear and tries to say hello.

I love when she just wants to be held

I hate how it’s a battle to get her pajama’s on Every. Single. Night. {I’ve been trying to talk her through it……..”put your head in”, “put your arm in”, etc....}