Saturday, August 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Breakin' ma heart
This morning when Anya saw me grab my work bag she said, "I want you to stay home" and cried a little.
Man, it kills ya.
Man, it kills ya.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Daddy takes a moment to reflect
It's been a very long time since I've posted about Anya.
In short, she's pretty awesome.
Aside from her intelligence, she shows great empathy: hugging and kissing anyone who might be hurt or is sad (often she was the cause).
I love her sense of adventure. While her climbing often stresses me out, I must say I prefer it to the alternative.
I get a kick out of talking to her as she can actually discuss and understand things these days. Tonight she helped me get ready for soccer. I asked her to go into my room and get my black soccer socks and she came back with them. Then she knocked on my gear and said "shin guards. Daddy go play soccer!" We don't sit around talking about Sartre or anything, but I did get her to say "I'm loquacious!" This propensity for words definitely works to our advantage. Aside from the fact that it's nice to have her say, "I hurt my wrist" rather than just crying. It's also very easy to know when she's doing something bad as she narrates everything she does. If I hear a quiet voice in the other room saying "That's daddy's" I know I should ask her what she's doing. Usually she comes running out with a wallet or my glasses or keys and says, "Here go daddy."
She's a kind and generous child. She often helps me get put my shoes on (whether or not I want to go anywhere). Yesterday she ran up to me with my beer. She often tries to feed me her dinner.
My favorite timea are taking her to the dog park where she rides around on my shoulders and points out all the different types of dogs. She currently thinks they are each one of a handful of dogs she knows (Ary if it's a German sheppard, Margarette if it's a Liamburger...etc.) all unknown dogs are currently "hound dogs."
She loves her grand parents very much and speaks endlessly of Grandpa's airplanes and helicopters, don-don's "ocean" and going to grandma's house, but her favorite place in the world seems to be the carousel at the zoo, riding the up-and-down horse or perhaps the Little Gym.
Her favorite CDs are currently ABBA's Greatest Hits (which we approve of) and the Smithsonian Institutes Animals A-Z which we are officially tired of.
She sings all the time. I've even seen her sit down in front of a "piano" pound the keys and sing baa-baa-black sheep.
She trying very hard to learn hide-and-seek. Currently when I'm done counting she runs out from her hiding spot and says "Hi daddy!" Even more fun, when you ask, "Is Anya in the closet" she'll yell "Noooo!" from behind the door or where ever she's hiding.
In short, she's pretty awesome.
Aside from her intelligence, she shows great empathy: hugging and kissing anyone who might be hurt or is sad (often she was the cause).
I love her sense of adventure. While her climbing often stresses me out, I must say I prefer it to the alternative.
I get a kick out of talking to her as she can actually discuss and understand things these days. Tonight she helped me get ready for soccer. I asked her to go into my room and get my black soccer socks and she came back with them. Then she knocked on my gear and said "shin guards. Daddy go play soccer!" We don't sit around talking about Sartre or anything, but I did get her to say "I'm loquacious!" This propensity for words definitely works to our advantage. Aside from the fact that it's nice to have her say, "I hurt my wrist" rather than just crying. It's also very easy to know when she's doing something bad as she narrates everything she does. If I hear a quiet voice in the other room saying "That's daddy's" I know I should ask her what she's doing. Usually she comes running out with a wallet or my glasses or keys and says, "Here go daddy."
She's a kind and generous child. She often helps me get put my shoes on (whether or not I want to go anywhere). Yesterday she ran up to me with my beer. She often tries to feed me her dinner.
My favorite timea are taking her to the dog park where she rides around on my shoulders and points out all the different types of dogs. She currently thinks they are each one of a handful of dogs she knows (Ary if it's a German sheppard, Margarette if it's a Liamburger...etc.) all unknown dogs are currently "hound dogs."
She loves her grand parents very much and speaks endlessly of Grandpa's airplanes and helicopters, don-don's "ocean" and going to grandma's house, but her favorite place in the world seems to be the carousel at the zoo, riding the up-and-down horse or perhaps the Little Gym.
Her favorite CDs are currently ABBA's Greatest Hits (which we approve of) and the Smithsonian Institutes Animals A-Z which we are officially tired of.
She sings all the time. I've even seen her sit down in front of a "piano" pound the keys and sing baa-baa-black sheep.
She trying very hard to learn hide-and-seek. Currently when I'm done counting she runs out from her hiding spot and says "Hi daddy!" Even more fun, when you ask, "Is Anya in the closet" she'll yell "Noooo!" from behind the door or where ever she's hiding.
toddler bed
We finally transitioned Anya to a toddler bed last night (which is the crib with a small rail in the front). We had put it off for a little while, since it seemed like she lost interest in escaping from her crib. But at yesterday's nap she took off her sleepsack and revisited the idea of escaping. So I fugured we'd just bite the bullet and switch her over.
Last night didn't quite go as we expected. She seemed pretty traumatized by the change once it was bed time (before bed time, she seemed to get a kick out of the new setup). Which is unlike her. I know toddlers like routine and all, but she never seemed particulary unnerved by change. After an hour of screaming bloody murder and lots of cuddles from us, she finally went to sleep. And woke up in her bed the next morning all perky. She knocked on her door and said "helloooooooo!" when she was ready to get up. All in all, I'd say it went pretty well.
Her first naptime seems to be going alright as well. She laid in her bed and talked to her animals for awhile (overheard: "pacifiers are for babies, elephant"). She got up at some point. I checked on her a little bit ago and she's alseep on her floor cuddled with elephant. I kind of want to scoop her up and put her back in her bed because I don't think she'll get a full nap in this position. But I'm exercizing restraint and will let her figure it out on her own.
So, so far not quite as traumatic for us as I expected. But we're only on day 1.
Last night didn't quite go as we expected. She seemed pretty traumatized by the change once it was bed time (before bed time, she seemed to get a kick out of the new setup). Which is unlike her. I know toddlers like routine and all, but she never seemed particulary unnerved by change. After an hour of screaming bloody murder and lots of cuddles from us, she finally went to sleep. And woke up in her bed the next morning all perky. She knocked on her door and said "helloooooooo!" when she was ready to get up. All in all, I'd say it went pretty well.
Her first naptime seems to be going alright as well. She laid in her bed and talked to her animals for awhile (overheard: "pacifiers are for babies, elephant"). She got up at some point. I checked on her a little bit ago and she's alseep on her floor cuddled with elephant. I kind of want to scoop her up and put her back in her bed because I don't think she'll get a full nap in this position. But I'm exercizing restraint and will let her figure it out on her own.
So, so far not quite as traumatic for us as I expected. But we're only on day 1.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
arrgh
Well, what once was safe is no longer. Anya can now climb on top of *our* dresser --- with the drawers closed. She scaled up to the top using the little drawer knobs just like a rock climbing wall. This was how she grabbed Chris's wallet off the top and put it in the shower. Fortunately I caught her in the act while she was going after his phone. This used to be a place where we could keep things away from her. I guess we're going to have to start stapling things to the ceiling. Unbelievable.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
not surprised
it's time for a toddler bed. Anya climed out of her crib at naptime today. I'm only surprised she didn't do it before now, but I'm still not ready for the poor nights of sleep ahead of us all as she transitions.
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