Wednesday, March 28, 2007
"Babe"
For the past 6 months or so, Ella has been referring to Eric as "Babe". Apparently it is a name I frequently call him, and never realized it. She will go, "Daddy? Daddy? BABE?!" when she is wandering the house looking for him.
The Talker
Ella's first word was at about 9 months and she was sitting in her saucer and our dog Madison walked by and she said, "Dog". And she pretty much has not stopped talking since then.
Her first big numerous word sentence was, "Look mommy, it's raining outside!" and I almost dropped whatever it was I was holding I was so amazed at her ability to string so many words together so perfectly.
There are so many things that she says and does that are just amazing.
Thanks to her love of Dora the Explorer, she has lately been very focused on which "path" we are taking and has the memory of an elephant. If I tell her Daddy was driving to Austin today for a conference, she will ask, "Which path will he take?" and I will tell her and later she will tell me, "Daddy went to Austin. He took path 610 to 290".
One time when I was nursing Sydney and Ella was drawing on hte floor by the rocking chair on her Etcha Sketch, she said she was drawing mommy and mommy's hair and mommy's eyes and then she erased the screen and said, "Now I am going to draw Sydney's SUPER big SUPER head". One of her best lines yet.
Her first big numerous word sentence was, "Look mommy, it's raining outside!" and I almost dropped whatever it was I was holding I was so amazed at her ability to string so many words together so perfectly.
There are so many things that she says and does that are just amazing.
Thanks to her love of Dora the Explorer, she has lately been very focused on which "path" we are taking and has the memory of an elephant. If I tell her Daddy was driving to Austin today for a conference, she will ask, "Which path will he take?" and I will tell her and later she will tell me, "Daddy went to Austin. He took path 610 to 290".
One time when I was nursing Sydney and Ella was drawing on hte floor by the rocking chair on her Etcha Sketch, she said she was drawing mommy and mommy's hair and mommy's eyes and then she erased the screen and said, "Now I am going to draw Sydney's SUPER big SUPER head". One of her best lines yet.
Bye bye pink paci
We took Ella's paci away last night. It broke her heart and I am still not sure exactly WHY I chose last night, but it is time. She's over 2 and a half and her doctor frowned at me when she was only 2 and still had it. She's such a smart little girl. She came pitter-pattering down the stairs to tell me she couldn't find her pink paci (all words these days come with adjectives before them) and I told her that the pink paci was gone. I threw it away. It had a crack (not true exactly) and that it became dangerous and that she was much better off without it. She thought this over for a few minutes and replied, "Well, what about the purple paci"? The purple paci is the one I keep hidden in case we really do lose the pink one. I told her it was dirty and also had to be thrown out. She was sad, she cried, but she made it thorough the night without her beloved paci. It was hard not to give it back to her. Just like it was hard not to let her sleep in her swing when it was time to move to the bed and just like it will be hard over and over and over as she grows up and becomes attached to things that she has to leave behind. But her sweet little face is so hard to resist.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
On her own terms, from day one
Three days after her due date, Isabella was born July 13, 2004, at Brandon Regional Hospital in Tampa, Florida. I started having contractions the night before she was born and Eric dutifully clocked the contractions on his little stopwatch. We woke up my mom and dad who had flown in from Houston and told them we were heading to the hospital. I realized from the moment of the first contraction that I was officially a wimp. I think we were there all of 15 minutes before I asked for something for pain.
What I remember most about her birth was that it took FOREVER. My mother will tell a different story, one of how I slept through the labor and that in her day no one ever got to sleep through labor, but regardless of the drug-induced naps I got, it still took FOREVER. Eric and I had chosen not to find out the sex of our baby, so that was at times the one thing that kept us excited and pumped up about this whole labor and delivery thing. We got a scare when my water broke, miconium was present, so there would be an extra team of doctors in the delivery room to make sure she was ok, it was all such a fog the President could have walked in and I would not have noticed.
The labor and delivery room had a view of outside and I remember thinking that it was sunny and that the tree outside was blowing around a little, so it must have been windy. Good day to be born. What I do remember is at one point when I was pushing and getting no where that my mother looked at me and said, "Oh yes you can" and I had not said a word. She knew in my eyes and that I was realizing the enormous task at hand and was right there to get me through it. Although we had laughed and giggled and rolled our eyes through Childbirth Classes, Eric was amazingly calm and supportive and did his little counting like he was taught.
What I do remember is Eric squealing, "it's a girl"! even before the doctor was able to say it. I remember shamefully, that the first thing I said was "oh thank god it's over"!! Eight pounds, 9 ounces and healthy as a horse. I remember seeing this tiny yet huge thing and wondering how something that big had just come out of my tummy. I remember the deep, scarlet color her hair was. My dad would later tell me that no baby had hair that color, that it was just all of the Bedadine they used during delivery. Well, the red hair stayed and has yet to fade, 2 and a half years later.
What I remember most about her birth was that it took FOREVER. My mother will tell a different story, one of how I slept through the labor and that in her day no one ever got to sleep through labor, but regardless of the drug-induced naps I got, it still took FOREVER. Eric and I had chosen not to find out the sex of our baby, so that was at times the one thing that kept us excited and pumped up about this whole labor and delivery thing. We got a scare when my water broke, miconium was present, so there would be an extra team of doctors in the delivery room to make sure she was ok, it was all such a fog the President could have walked in and I would not have noticed.
The labor and delivery room had a view of outside and I remember thinking that it was sunny and that the tree outside was blowing around a little, so it must have been windy. Good day to be born. What I do remember is at one point when I was pushing and getting no where that my mother looked at me and said, "Oh yes you can" and I had not said a word. She knew in my eyes and that I was realizing the enormous task at hand and was right there to get me through it. Although we had laughed and giggled and rolled our eyes through Childbirth Classes, Eric was amazingly calm and supportive and did his little counting like he was taught.
What I do remember is Eric squealing, "it's a girl"! even before the doctor was able to say it. I remember shamefully, that the first thing I said was "oh thank god it's over"!! Eight pounds, 9 ounces and healthy as a horse. I remember seeing this tiny yet huge thing and wondering how something that big had just come out of my tummy. I remember the deep, scarlet color her hair was. My dad would later tell me that no baby had hair that color, that it was just all of the Bedadine they used during delivery. Well, the red hair stayed and has yet to fade, 2 and a half years later.
Sweet Sydney Sawyer
Sydney Sawyer Atwood
Born September 23, 2006 in Houston, Texas
Middle name is one great wine!
Introducing Isabella
Isabella Cate Atwood
Born July 13, 2004 in Tampa, Florida
Named after her late great grandmother Mary Isabel Wilson
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