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Special Report – Easter Egg Hunt 2012

A couple of weeks ago we picked up some fun stuff for the dollar store – carrot and egg ornaments and some fake tulips – and let you decorate an Easter Tree. It’s actually our Thanksgiving Tree, that ended up finding a permanent home in the living room. I think I’ll probably let you decorate it for all the major holidays. Fun. Who says there’s only 1 time every year when we should get to decorate a tree?

Easter morning we went to church and then came home to celebrate with Mima, Papi and Tia Carmen. Mima made you an awesome Easter basket full of (too many) goodies. And then we cooked up a feast. Half the people at the dinner table were NOT thrilled by my choice of menu, you being one of them. But you did try everything, at least a bite. πŸ™‚ Daddy grilled asparagus on barbeque, and I baked some rosemary potatoes, made a Israeli couscous salad (delicious!) and roasted a leg of lamb. Actually everybody tried everything, I think. Even Papi, hehe. Thanks for humoring me. I thought it was delicious and so did Daddy and Mima. We have more adventurous palettes. Actually you ended up loving the lamb next day, so maybe you just weren’t hungry after all the candy (of which you partook white a bit BEFORE dinner) for this particular meal.

Then, I hid a bunch of eggs out in the front yard for you and you went on the hunt. A lot of gasping and clapping and serious searching. You had so much fun. And you looked so pretty, baby! First day I used a curling iron to curl your hair and you held sooo still for me when I did. You love all things girly and grown up. It’s really sweet. I was stoked to find you an actual CUTE Easter dress that wasn’t a bunch of huge floral print and bright (or gross pastel) colors. I don’t know what has happened to children’s clothing lately, but so much of it is tacky. This little white islet dress is just your style, sweet, classic and a little old-fashioned. Love it. You are the cutest 2 year old I’ve ever seen. And I’m allowed to be biased, but I also don’t think it’s necessary. πŸ™‚

The next day I read you the Easter Story, from a children’s book, but it’s a pretty advanced children’s book. I didn’t know if you would get it… or even sit through it.Β  It has more words than your typical story. But you were riveted through the whole thing. You pointed at Jesus on the cross and said “Yeowy” and then buried your head in my arm. It broke my heart. It is amazing how the Lord can speak to kids, even little ones like you.Β  I pray he gives me the wisdom to share the truth of who he is with you. May you always know how much he loves you and how much he wants to be involved in your life.

Happy Easter, baby! Here’s to another year of celebrating Jesus, risen, and the hope that gives us.

Welcome to the Womb, Baby J!

February 7, 2012 – I took a test 3 days ago and it was negative. I didn’t think there was any way, but surprise surprise! You were in there after all.

March 6, 2012 – Daddy and I are so excited! Nervous and excited. We got to see you and hear your little heartbeat for the first time March 6. Here you are! All amazing 8 weeks of you. Right on schedule. yay!

Right now I am counting the minutes until April 4th, our second prenatal appointment. I want to hear your heartbeat again, little one, to know you’re in there and well. Pregnancy is such a strange and wonderful experience. So much of these early months – well, really the whole parenting experience! – is faith-based. I don’t get to see you but twice the entire 40 weeks you’re baking in there. This once and not again until 20 weeks. The rest of the time I have to trust that you’re hanging out growing like you’re supposed to. It’s crazy how much I’ve forgotten since your sister was incubating (that sounds so weird and so awesome…. Adela is your *sister*!) If I was this tired, this nauseous, this bloated, this worried, this sleepless this early (last time is was more like 7 months the insomnia kicked in) the first time around, I don’t remember it, hah. But then I guess I’m a few years older, and I have your big sister to keep me busy these days. I’m sure that makes a difference. And being a Mom already this time it’s that much more wonderful, at least in a different way, because I KNOW now how awesome it is to be a Mother. I only could imagine before. Now I know and it gives me that much more to look forward to.

I’m just so excited to know you, to find out who you are. For the record I tend to call you “he”, and that’s why I’ve dubbed you “Baby J” for now (reserving the right to change it when we find out for sure!). There’s a little hint about the name you already have if you are in fact a boy. One of the reason I think you’re a boy is your appetite. Seriously. I am starving all the time. You are one hungry baby! But I could be totally wrong, and I will be happy either way. I have no preference. I just want YOU, whatever gender you are. And I can’t wait to share with the world the good news.

If you are a boy, chances are you’ll find all the details I’ll inevitably put in this blog a little too much. But hopefully someday you’ll want to read about how much I anticipate and love you even now. So get used to it! I’m going to be chatting you up from womb to Adulthood. πŸ™‚

Until then…

April 4, 2012 –Β  I heard your heartbeat again. It’s official! We couldn’t be happier. We are 12 weeks tomorrow, 3 months, almost 1/3 of the way done. A long way to go yet, but it’s finally starting to feel real. Did I mention before that you are due on Daddy’s birthday? And that Momma’s birthday is only 7 days before? We have decent chances of sharing your big day with you, baby. How cool is that?

Big Blessing. Sweet Days. It’s going to be a long 2 months until that 20 week ultrasound. But I’m going to try and relish every minute of it. Pregnancy goes by so fast. It’s hard. I’m tired. And nauseous. And SO TIRED, haha. But there isn’t anything more special in life than carrying around and anticipating a little person for these nine months. Besides maybe actually meeting you. But I have even longer to wait for that moment. πŸ™‚

Welcome to the Womb, Baby J.

Christee - Cute pictures! So glad your appointment went good today!

Amanda - Ah yes, First Response is my test of choice as well πŸ˜‰ Love the pictures. Can’t wait to SEE YOU!!!!!!!!!

Monica Cooper - To the Tramner Family-
I am extremely happy for you all! Babies are so much fun and you all are going to be a great family to be apart of! Please let me know if you need anyone to watch little Adela if the sleeplessness becomes too much or if you need to catch up with work. Love you all!
Monica πŸ˜‰

A Typical Day at 28 Months

Two years and 4 months. I love this age. You are challenging no doubt. You have your whiny days, your moments of rebellion, your days when you run away from me for no reason every time I need to put your shoes on, but overall it just gets better and better. You’re so fun! And so sweet and so perfect is so many ways. Do you know how awesome it is to have a little girl who loves going to bed? It was one of my biggest fears as a new Mom, that I would never again sleep, that it would always be a battle. I heard so many horror stories. Bedtime is one of the sweetest times of the day, every day. Mornings too. You give the best cuddles, you love your blankies, your books, your bed. And you’ve actually started saying “Nigh Nigh, Momma” when I lay you down. Music to my ears. Then you make sure you know where your water cup is, you bunch up your blankies under your head, make sure I turn on your music, and then you pick up a book and start flipping. Perfectly content. There was a week or 2 right after we took the binky away where I worried all this was going to vanish, but it didn’t. You resigned yourself quickly and got right back in the grove. In the morning, you are at least 75% smiles and “Hi, Mommas.” I’m just really grateful for that part of your little personality. You get your morning happies from Daddy. I am NOT a morning person, but you help me to be. It’s impossible to be a grump gus in the morning when I have this face to greet me first thing. I’m grateful for it every day. That’s why I bring it up so much.

I got a new lens this month so I’m trying to capture more close ups of you… your sweet details. You love your fingernails painted and love to pick the paint off. Your corkscrew belly button melts me. Your dimpled knuckles reassure me you’re still a baby for while longer. Your diaper is still on. Potty training is something I need to convinceΒ  MYSELF to commit to. We’re close. We have to just DO IT. Maybe this month.

I took you on your first hike this month, something I really didn’t know you could do. Daddy and I have always been big hikers. That changed when we had you (or actually when you outgrew the Moby wrap) because it got too hard to carry you. I found out that your two little legs will carry you quite far. We did at least a mile together while I scouted out a location for a photo session I had last week. And you had so much fun, climbing, collected, observing nature. And you walked yourself the whole way. I didn’t bring along the stroller or have to carry you. So cool. This is such a beautiful time of year in the desert, the Spring. And I’m beginning to resign myself to the fact that THIS is your home. You are a desert baby. It’s strange, but true. And I want you to know as much about your home as I know about mine. Instead of huckleberries, trillium and oak helicopters you’ll have chollas, yuccas and Joshua tree blooms. I’m actually getting excited to learn more about this ecosystem and teach you. It’s taken me a long time to come around and start appreciating the unique beauty of the desert (and I still don’t think it holds a candle to the NW) but there is a lot to learn and know and appreciate here. I have always loved nature and I’m getting excited to share that with you, to learn with you and teach you. The older you get, the more exciting that part of parenting becomes. I get to teach you things! It’s cool. On the second photo below, you sat on the log by yourself and started petting it and hissing, like you were riding a big snake. πŸ™‚ Hopefully we won’t get too much first hand experience with that part of nature out here.

We’ve been spending a lot of time in Lowes, Home Depot, appliance stores, flooring stores in preparation for our kitchen remodel and room addition. You love those cars they have in the big box stores. They keep you entertained for a long time, as long as we’re moving. We’ve had to get a little creative keeping you entertained during more stationary moments like finalizing the design plans with the kitchen designers. Last time I gave you stickers and a paper to put them on. Five minutes of silence later we found you’d stuck them all in a line around the edge of the cart. You love stickers. They’re the best way to keep you entertained when I really need to get something done. You stick them and re-stick them and pull them off again and re-stick them as many times as they’ll stick. You line them up in rows, you decorate your own face (or ours), you put them on our arms, you stack them in sticky towers. Stickers, stickers, stickers.

The naughty chair is getting more and more use. It works really well, most of the time, especially when you’re unreasonably upset about something. You were actually in trouble in this picture. I wanted to get a photo of your dejected face and this is what you whipped out for me. HAHA. You know how to scam me, little one. You have such a sense of humor. And oftentimes when I ask if you want to go in the naughty chair you’ll say “Yeah!” I think just to see how I’ll react. Smart girl. God, give me wisdom. Only he can make me more clever than you.

You and Daddy are always crawling around together these days. You wave your little arm in a circular motion and say “on, Dadda” (come on, Daddy) and then you pant and get down on your hands and knees and wait for him to do the same. Then he follows you around in circles on the living room floor.

You have a blast with Mima, at our house or hers or in public. We can always count on you belly laughing and experiencing something new.Β  She is an endless wealth of ideas to keep you entertained. It’s such a blessing to have her around. She teaches you things (like how to dance like a gypsy), buys you thoughtful little gifts (like a princess chalkboard), and makes even the seemingly mundane task of walking back to the car an event (by flying with you through the parking lot). She makes everything fun.

We’ve had the task of keeping your new earring holes clean this month, something you didn’t love at all until we started bribing you will Jelly Beans. Now every time we change your diaper you grab your ear say “eeees” (earrings) and repeat “a-num-a-num-a-num” until we oblige you with a cleaning and a sweet. It’s cute.

New things you’re saying this month? Daddy taught you pee-pee, poo-poo and Waywee (your nickname). He’s very proud of all of them. Oh, and yeowy. You say that every time you hurt yourself in the slightest, usually in a grouping of three. “Yewo-y, Yeow-y, Yeow-y!” There are more. It’s hard to keep track. But you are getting really good about using the words you know without encouragement. You watched me get dressed a couple of days ago and named all the articles of clothing as I put them on without any incentive or initiative from me. And you’ve started saying “Thank you, Momma” without any prompting!! It’s soooo sweet (and well-mannered). It sounds more like “Chi chi, Momma” but I know what you mean, baby. And I’m so proud of you!

And we did our first Mother-daughter mani-pedis this month too. I paint your nails all the time, but I actually let you soak your feet with me this time, buffed them (which tickled your toes), and painted them. You are so good about stuff like this. You take it so seriously and are really careful to listen to everything I tell you. I can tell you feel honored to be included as a “big girl” and you don’t want to mess it up.

Okay, that’s what I have for now. Another month of treasures.

Tot School – St. Patty’s Day!

So actually it worked out that we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day a day late. Sunday is a better day for staying home and smelling corned beef in the crock pot all day. Right? I haven’t celebrated this holiday for years, but now that you’re growing up and can appreciate it, a whole new world of kid-friendly, family-oriented ideas made it all interesting again. First we did a treasure hunt for you, reminiscent of hide-and-go-seek with the Beanies. This was just as fun and we used no footprints. You had to use your eyes and look around for them (see below, you did that cuteness with your hands whenever you were in the process of discovery… adorable). You LOVE these types of games and made Mima and I giggle like schoolgirls watching your enthusiasm.

I looked for plastic gold coins and didn’t find any. So we used Hershey’s nuggets instead. I have a feeling you liked that better.

Right after the treasure hunt, it started snowing in earnest. It never stuck, but it was pretty and piqued all of our interests enough to venture outside for your first playtime in the snow (flurries).

We tried the green pepper shamrock stamp idea. Yeah, they didn’t look like shamrocks. The peppers were too perfectly round I guess. But you still had fun making a mess.

And after that we did the classic fruit loops rainbow with a few twists. We’re still working on your colors. I’m convinced you know most of them, but you tend to say “geen”Β  in answer to most every question about hues. We’re getting there. πŸ™‚ At least you’re using a word now.

You tried your darnedest to copy Daddy and *look* through a loop. Hehe, that confounded you a bit. Good try.

After corned beef and Irish soda bread we enjoyed Leprechaun candy (grapes rolled in lime jello powder and chilled, yummy and worked amazingly well!) and Shamrock Floats (should have been Sprite and lime sherbert, but couldn’t find the sherbert so we used Green Apple Soda and vanilla). Sugary goodness.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, baby! I’m Luckiest Momma alive. If I believed in luck. Actually, I’m just really blessed by a good God who gives me things I don’t deserve. Like you, baby girl. Like you.