tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308080292024-03-07T22:17:51.826-06:00Work in ProgressKaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.comBlogger522125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-11593380688820991992016-10-20T22:04:00.001-05:002016-10-20T22:04:45.515-05:00Jonas - 33 Months(I started this a month ago and am just now finishing!) We have hit the terrible twos. The last few weeks have been pretty rough. Jonas is having a tough time obeying. Telling him to do something pretty much guarantees he'll do the opposite. And heaven forbid you give him a green cup when he wanted a blue cup. He is definitely into testing boundaries and asserting his independence.<br />
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He is still a very affectionate little guy, though. And he is quick to tell us "thank you," even unprompted. I love that we are able to do more and more activities together and that he is becoming an actual little conversation partner.<br />
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It's hard to believe that by my next update, he'll be a big brother. He seems to understand some about his little sister coming, but I'm sure it will be a big adjustment when she's actually here. But he says he will share his toys with her. For a while, he insisted that her name would be "Apple," but he's come around to the idea of Ellie. We are soaking up these last few months of being a family of 3. I am thrilled to be adding to our family, but I also know that life will not be this simple again. What a blessing these (almost) 3 years with just our boy have been.<br />
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Favorite Foods: oatmeal, cereal (must be two kinds mixed together) with milk, string cheese, pretzels, crackers and peanut butter, grapes, yogurt, any dessert<br />
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Favorite Toys: race track, robot spider he built with Daddy, doll stroller, Mickey Mouse puzzle<br />
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Favorite Phrases/Topics of Conversation<br />
Jonas talks NONSTOP. We never know what will come out of his mouth, and we love hearing the funny things he says. Below are just a few samples of the many, many, many things we hear daily.<br />
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<li>Mommy, mommy/Daddy, daddy. When he's trying to get our attention, he thinks repeating our name is more effective. We hear this approximately 5,000 times/day. </li>
<li>"And all the kind of weird people" - This is who he thanks God for during his bedtime prayer. It's so hard not to laugh. </li>
<li>"A whole junk" - He started saying this to mean "a lot", and we have no idea where he got it. </li>
<li>Why? - He is so curious, which I'm thankful for. But man that kid can ask a lot of questions! And he can't form a negative question. So you have to interpret whether he means "why" or "why not", which is sometimes difficult.</li>
<li>"I'm a snuggly boy." If you try to give him any compliment, like "you're a cute boy," he says, "Nooo...I'm a snuggly boy." </li>
<li>His birthday. According to him, his birthday is "coming up." </li>
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Favorite Activities: blowing bubbles, watching shows (he likes to pick random things on Netflix), playing with magnets on the fridge while Mommy cooks, using the salad spinner, playing "drums" on bowls, getting out various (adult) board games and playing with all of the pieces, thinking of rhyming words, singing "Yankee Doodle"<br />
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Favorite Books: Goodnight, Gorilla (this is the only book he wants to read at bedtime now), books on Mommy's iPad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves his Mamaw. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helping Daddy blow out the candles on his birthday pie. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took a family vacation to Branson and met up with our wonderful friends from Illinois. Jonas loved it and asks when we're gonna go on "bacation" again. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas was pretty happy with the free necklaces they gave out at the (super HOT) 4th of July festival. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas loved playing with Ansley and Evelyn at the condo. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading with great-grandma Katherine. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matt and "Weya" moved to Austin. :( </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying his first gummy worm. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Posing with Mommy and Daddy before Mommy's birthday dinner. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying time with Neema. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying his sister's shower. He threw the biggest fit ever about wearing his Big Brother shirt, but once he saw all the food at the party and realized that he got a few presents, he decided it was an ok event after all. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tailgating before the ACU football game. He's pretty good at cheering, "Purple white, purple white, fight, fight, fight." </td></tr>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-32120595780092585202016-06-27T19:57:00.000-05:002016-06-27T19:57:12.693-05:00Jonas - 30 MonthsJonas has become such a silly kid in the past few months. He is constantly cracking us up with the things he says. He loves entertaining people and will do anything to get a laugh.<br />
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We seem to be hitting the terrible twos a little more now. He definitely has his own opinions about things, and time-outs have become more frequent. Overall, he's still such an obedient kid, though.<br />
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We had to throw in the towel on our first attempt at potty-training. We'll try again in a few months.<br />
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He seems excited about becoming a big brother, though he doesn't fully understand what's happening. He asked if he could "play with the baby's toys at the baby's house." I told him the baby would be living at our house, and this seemed to really throw him for a loop. I am sure his little world will be rocked when the baby does arrive, but he is already becoming a pretty good little helper.<br />
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Favorite Foods: oatmeal, fruit of all kinds, cereal with milk, grilled cheese, string cheese and circle (Ritz) crackers, pretzels, anything sweet. He is still a very good eater and will eat basically anything that's put in front of him, except that he very emphatically does not like lettuce.<br />
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Favorite Toys: dry-erase board with dry-erase crayons, trampoline, race track and cars, big exercise ball<br />
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Favorite Phrases/Topics of Conversation<br />
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<li>"Ok. I can do that." This is how he most often responds when we ask him to do something. I hate to break it to him that it's not really his choice. :) </li>
<li>"Probably." He sometimes uses this appropriately, but sometimes just throws it in. "I'm probably eating cereal." </li>
<li>"How's your tummy?" - He got in the habit of asking me this after hearing Darby ask how I was feeling quite often in the first trimester. Jonas still asks pretty much every day, even though I'm feeling much better now. </li>
<li>"I can do it by myself." - This applies to everything. I know it's good for him to gain independence, but man, it can really try my patience some days. </li>
<li>He is very into rituals and using the same phrases at the same times. We got him an alarm clock that turns green when it's ok for him to get out of bed in the morning (7 a.m.). So, every night, the last thing he says before we leave his room is, "Is my clock gonna turn green?" And every night, Darby or I throw his various stuffed animals into his bed. He always says, "Fox is gonna come first." Apparently, one night, I said, "You think?" So, now every night I have to say "you think?" or he gets mad. </li>
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Favorite Activities: riding in the car cart at United, getting a free cookie sample at United, playing in his little pool, watching Tumble Leaf on Amazon Prime, snuggling with Mommy in bed in the mornings, playing hide and seek (but only if he's the hider), reading books, playing at playgrounds</div>
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Favorite Books: Big Boys Go Potty, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, Highlights magazine</div>
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Tricks: singing the months of the year song (our favorite month is "Octobertop"), telling jokes (There was a joke on Daniel Tiger: "What do snowmen eat for breakfast?" "Snowflakes with milk." Jonas has put his own spin on it and now tells variations such as "What does a cat eat for breakfast?" "A lightbulb!" He really cracks himself up.), making up words, changing the lyrics to songs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We dyed Easter eggs with Gabriel. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ACU had a special music day for kids. Jonas loved playing the different instruments. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas was excited to tell everyone about becoming a big brother. He asks every morning, "Did the baby come out?" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went bowling for the first time, and Jonas did AWESOME!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like father, like son. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out ArtWalk with his friend Luke.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas's favorite part of baking is licking the spoon (like mother, like son). </td></tr>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-13678136374783839992016-03-28T20:03:00.001-06:002016-03-28T20:03:31.972-06:00Jonas - 27 monthsTwo has been a really fun age so far, and so far (knock on wood), we haven't encountered a lot of tantrums or crazy boundary-pushing. Jonas has started at a new pre-school that he really likes. They have a little paper they send home every day with details about his eating, napping, etc. It has a section that says, "Today, I was:" and lists all different adjectives. Jonas's almost always says "happy" and "chatty."<br />
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He is a really sweet and polite little guy. He says thank you and I'm sorry very frequently. And he often compliments me on my shirt, earrings, nail polish, etc. We're working on saying please instead of just demanding things now. He's also very affectionate and likes to hold mine and Darby's hands while we're walking and give us hugs.<br />
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He doesn't get into much trouble because he always pauses before doing something that's not allowed to see if he's going to get reprimanded, or he just announces what he's about to do. The one time I've seen him be truly sneaky was when Darby and I were cleaning up the kitchen one night after dinner. Jonas was playing in the pantry cabinet, like he often does. I noticed that he had gotten really quiet and still and was basically standing as close as he could to the cabinet without climbing in. When I asked him what he was doing, he turned around with a giant marshmallow in his mouth. :)<br />
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He moved up to the toddler class at church and now goes to Children's Church instead of the nursery. He took all of these transitions in stride and really enjoys showing off his crafts when we pick him up.<br />
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He is still a dedicated finger-sucker, and we aren't looking forward to having to break that habit in the near future. Our few attempts to gently get him to stop have resulted in even more forceful sucking and the reply, "I like to suck my fingers all the time." Okaaaaayyy.<br />
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It's so fun to see his personality develop more and more. He is so sweet, silly, and good-natured. Of course, we would love him no matter what, but he's so easy to love. While I don't always love waking up early to "Moooooooooommmmmmmyyyy", it's always so fun to see his little face and hear "Tan we eat bekfast?"<br />
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Favorite Foods: oatmeal, "the new kind of Cheerios like Mama has" (multigrain Cheerios), macaroni and cheese, apple juice, berries, bananas, apples, donuts on Sundays, cheese and "circle" (Ritz) crackers, Goldfish, marshmallows, "lenomade"<br />
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Favorite Toys: Play-Doh, busy board that he and Daddy made together, puzzles, mini trampoline, stroller for pushing his doll and stuffed animals<br />
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Favorite Phrases/Topics of Conversation:<br />
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<li>His birthday party. That made a HUGE impression on him. He talks about it every day. Anything good or fun happened at his birthday party, even if it actually didn't. He knows that his birthday is December 19th and will tell anyone who asks. He also asks everyone, "When is your birthday party?"</li>
<li>Matt and "Leya" (Leila) - They are still his favorite people. We went over to their apartment for dinner one night, and that was pretty much the highlight of his year. </li>
<li>Why? - He asks this constantly. And no answer satisfies him. He just says "why?" again. Or, even if I tell him why initially, he still asks. For example: Me: Jonas, you need to put your jacket on because it's cold outside. Jonas: Why? Me: Because it's cold outside. Jonas: Why? Me: (pulls out hair)</li>
<li>"This is tozy "(cozy) - He likes me to put a blanket over both of us while we read books. </li>
<li>"Thank you for all the people. In Jesus's name. Amen." - This is how he ends his prayer every night at bedtime. </li>
<li>"I'm going to the hospital to see the flamingos." - We have NO idea where this came from. After we went to see Darby's grandpa in the hospital, he talked about it a lot. He also likes to look at the pictures of himself in the hospital right after he was born. So, the hospital part I kind of get. I don't know where the flamingos come from, though. </li>
<li>"Who's coming over today?" - He really doesn't like days at home with just Mom and Dad. I think we have an extrovert. </li>
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Favorite Activities: Coloring, placing stickers on paper, going to the library to get a "big stack" of books, taking walks in the neighborhood to find "pa-tans" (pecans), lining up toys (cars, stuffed animals, pom-poms), eating snacks, "pulling" (petting) Mama's hair, running around naked after bath time, watching the "Wheels on the Bus" video on YouTube<br />
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Favorite Books: Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, Green Eggs and Ham, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, The Mitten, "Mickey and the Pet Shop" from the Disney Bedtime Storybook, Highlights High Five magazine<br />
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Tricks: "Reading" books (He has basically memorized several books.), singing ABCs<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All bundled up for church (on one of the two cold days we've had this winter). A woman at church made that scarf for Jonas - so sweet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Jonas's "surprised" face. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend at church knitted Jonas a sling for his baby doll after seeing the idea on facebook. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas and Papa on the slide, with G-ma ready to catch at the bottom. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas enjoyed having Auntie Hannie visit for the weekend. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love that smile!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas did his first hike (0.31 mile) on our Spring Break trip to Santa Fe. We went with our friends, the Kennedys, and had so much fun. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas was super into his frozen yogurt. He had a total meltdown when we left the shop. </td></tr>
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<span id="goog_1464226308"></span><span id="goog_1464226309"></span><br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-13437209720206850782016-01-05T11:23:00.003-06:002016-01-05T11:23:43.804-06:00Jonas - 2 yearsJonas is such a fun kid right now. He talks non-stop - all day, every day. He gives us a constant narration of what he's doing and what we're doing. If we're not around, he talks to himself. He enjoys making people laugh. If he says something that people laugh at, he'll say it again and again, even if it's not appropriate for the situation. He has an excellent memory and surprises us constantly with little details he remembers from weeks or even months ago. He has his two-year-old moments, of course, but overall he's a very pleasant and affectionate little guy.<br />
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Favorite Foods: Goldfish, oatmeal ("eatmo"), butter (spread on whatever he's eating), carrots, peanut butter sandwiches, applesauce, bananas, mixed fruit cups, dessert of all kinds ("bessert").<br />
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Favorite Toys: MegaBlocks, Fisher-Price nativity set, magic ink coloring book, pom-poms, Magna-Doodle ("Magna-Noodle")<br />
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Favorite Phrases:<br />
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<li>"Not right now", which he seems to understand is a more polite way to say no</li>
<li>"I feel better." - This is something he learned from Daniel Tiger. After he finishes crying when he's pitched a fit, he'll pop up and say, "I feel better." </li>
<li>"Here a go. Do you want it?" </li>
<li>"It's bootiful" - He says this often about the Christmas tree ("tippen tree"), but he also says it about trees, rocks, etc. </li>
<li>"I take nap." </li>
<li>"You can..." This means "you must." He'll say, "You can play toys right now." </li>
<li>"You happy?" There's a lot of emphasis in children's books and TV shows about identifying emotions. So he's started asking people often if they feel happy. It's pretty cute. </li>
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Favorite Activities: "hiding" under pillows, in boxes, under blankets, playing at playgrounds, reading books (he loves to be read to, but he'll also sit by himself and look at books sometimes), helping Mama cook, watching Daniel Tiger or "D-2" (Star Wars), turning light switches on and off, playing "Superman" (which involves running around the table yelling "Sup-ah-man! Sup-ah-man!")<br />
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Favorite Books: The Very Smiley Snowman, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Goodnight, Gorilla<br />
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Tricks: making jokes (such as the infamous "Baby Moses"), making a silly face that involves smiling really big while squeezing his eyes closed<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading with cousin Joey</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying Panera with Mamaw and Grandpa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Church with Papa and G-ma</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Decorating the Christmas tree</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading Highlights magazine from Mamaw</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas outfit from Auntie Hannie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I lined up my tars!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hugs for Auntie Hannie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family picture on the hayride</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeding carrots to the donkey</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hugging his pal Gabriel. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fall Festival with G-ma and Papa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pumpkin patch with Avery and Silas\</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching the Homecoming parade with Liam and Myla</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Weekend with Auntie Hannie. </td></tr>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-6333756045702145362015-10-06T13:21:00.004-05:002015-10-06T13:24:18.258-05:00Jonas - 21 months<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">How is it possible that the next update will be for a 2-year-old! He is growing up so fast. Jonas's language has really exploded in the past few months. He now can talk in full sentences and uses prepositions, pronouns, and adjectives. It's so fun to hear what he comes up with. Much of his speech is still unintelligible to outsiders, but Darby and I have gotten pretty good at decoding what he's saying.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">He has started hitting and shoving occasionally, so we're working on that. Overall, though, he's still very sweet and compliant. He loves to give hugs and kisses (sometimes he goes overboard with hugging strangers). He is such a sweet boy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">Since I'm working on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays this semester, we had to take Jonas out of his Tuesday/Thursday school. He now goes to the home of another ACU professor, where a nanny watches the kids. He seems to really love it. When I drop him off in the morning, he tells me "bye-bye, Mama" very matter-of-factly and doesn't like it if I linger too long. </span></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">Favorite foods:</b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;"> cheese, oatmeal ("eatmo"), Goldfish ("fishy"), chocolate chips (thanks to helping Mama cook), raspberries ("raz-beedies"), blueberries ("bee-bee"), "salsa" (any kind of sauce), applesauce, carrots, donuts (which we get on Sundays before church)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">Favorite toys:</b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;"> Forever and always, balls. He especially loves to name all the different types of balls. Baseball bat, little fuzzy craft pom-poms, measuring cups and spoons, puzzles, Mega Blocks, anything "Minion" related, cars. <span id="goog_1652452113"></span><span id="goog_1652452114"></span></span></span><br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">Heavy, which he uses for anything difficult. If he can't reach something, it's "heavy." He also likes to try to pick himself up and says "heavy" when he can't do it.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">"Help me up", which he says when he wants someone to get up off the floor. This is accompanied by yanking on the person's arm. ("Me" in this case means "you.")</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">"Noo-nat," which is how he refers to himself. He likes to narrate everything we do. "Noo-nat eat bek-fast"; "Mama eat bek-fast"; "Dada eat bekfast." </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Bee-dee pah-dy" (birthday party). We had several family birthday celebrations over the summer, and Jonas really enjoyed them, particularly the tissue paper involved. Now, anytime there's a fairly large gathering or anyone gives him a gift, he says "Bee-dee pah-dy!" I think he's really going to be excited come December. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">"Fall down". He falls a lot and almost never cries, just says "Noo-nat fall down." If he drops something, he says "Dat fall down." Actually his first full sentence was "Raspberry fall," after he dropped a raspberry at breakfast. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">Choo-choo, said with extremely pursed lips. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">Dump truck, which refers to any piece of machinery. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">Too. He adds too to the end of many sentences. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes not. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Poopy, pee-pee, tootie. For some reason, he has latched on to all the potty words. (Maybe this is a good sign for potty training?) Every time I change his diaper (whether he has pooped or not), he says, "Noo-nat poopy. Mama poopy. Dada poopy." We try not to encourage this. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20.79px;">"Tat-dy" (khaki). I taught him the phrase "khaki shorts" and now he is obsessed with pointing out anything khaki (which is a very broad category in his mind). </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">Favorite activities:</b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;"> "helping" Mama cook while standing on a chair at the counter, playing in the kitchen sink, going to "Bible tass", singing "Big Sun" ("God Made the Big, Round Sun") and "BBC" (ABCs), playing "Ring Around the Rosie" ("Ring Roadie"), going to friends' houses, especially if they have toy trains, visiting grandparents, watching Tai-Tai, playing guitar with Daddy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>Favorite books:</b><i> Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Peek-a-Boo Book</i> (a very weird book that he of course loves), <i>Jonas's Night-Night Book</i> (a personalized book G-Ma and Papa got him for his birthday)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;">Favorite tricks:</b><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.79px;"> Making silly faces, doing a fake laugh on command, filling in the words in books if I leave a pause for him. </span></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our friends Dick and Billie came to visit from Illinois. Jonas took to them like a 3rd set of grandparents. It was very sweet. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">He likes to be very close to Tai-Tai. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Loved his first churro at "Entra a la Plaza" at ACU. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's been fun to see him actually be able to enjoy playgrounds. He's a little cautious, but he usually ends up doing everything. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jonas likes to sleep with "Fox," "Elmo," "Baby Hippo," "Mama Hippo," and "Monkey" every night. </span></td></tr>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-21989757129310054992015-07-05T19:30:00.001-05:002015-07-05T19:30:54.284-05:00Jonas - 18 monthsJonas is still a joy; I love seeing him learn new things daily. He has become quite affectionate and loves to give hugs and kisses, even giving them unprompted. He is going through a bit of a "mama" phase and prefers to be around me if both Darby and I are in the house. If I'm gone, he does fine, though. We are seeing the first glimpses of the terrible twos, I think. He can throw a pretty big tantrum when he doesn't get his way and has preferences that seem illogical to us. He gets mad if we fill up the wrong cup, for example, or if we break a banana into chunks instead of giving it to him whole. And he likes to test the limits after we've told him not to do something: putting his feet on the table, pulling hair, etc. He's also asserting his personality in positive ways, though. He has his own little sense of humor and enjoys performing for us. He also recognizes himself as a person and calls himself "NoNo."<br />
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As Jonas gains independence, there are fewer physical demands on me. However, I can see the mental and emotional demands really ramping up. We have to be firm and consistent in our discipline. And he wants to help us around the house, which is very sweet, but also taxing. It's so much easier to just do it ourselves. Darby is very good about patiently showing Jonas how to throw away trash or put away his toys. I'm trying to get better about this. It is very humbling to see how much Jonas learns from watching us. I want to make sure he sees me practicing good habits as much of the time as possible. It is a blessing to be his mom.<br />
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<b>Favorite foods:</b> cheese, oatmeal ("hatmo"), pretzels ("puh-puh"), berries ("bee-bee"), Goldfish ("shee-shee"), beans, bananas ("nana"), crackers ("tah-tah")<br />
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<b>Favorite toys:</b> BALLS!, his play kitchen, mama and baby hippo Beanie babies, sidewalk chalk<br />
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<b>Favorite words:</b> football, beach ball, yellow ball (which are all used interchangeably for balls of any kind), chip, Matt, Yaya (Aunt Leila), mama, dada, no (he never says yes), VeeVee (his friend Avery), down, help ("hep"), outside ("hotsai"), sweep ("fwee"), Papa (both grandpas), Ama (both grandmas), snack ("nack"), cup ("tup"), water ("wawa"), milk ("nilp"), car ("tar"), baby ("bee-bee")<br />
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<b>Favorite activities:</b> stacking his cups to make a "tow-a", carrying as many balls as he can at one time, digging in the dirt with his gardening tools, playing with ice in a bowl, watching "Tai-Tai" (Daniel Tiger), watching videos of himself on my phone, hiding behind the living room curtains, playing with his cups in the bathtub, swinging<br />
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<b>Favorite tricks:</b> making animal noises, saying "knock, knock" while knocking on the table or wall, saying "dump" and squatting down like he's going to jump but not actually lifting off the ground, saying "shee-shoo" if he has a dirty diaper (we have Auntie Hannie to thank for that one!), giving high fives ("hi-pi").<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas's first Easter egg hunt. He was surprisingly good at it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just doing a little light gardening. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swinging with Daddy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas's first trip to the beach with Mamaw and Grandpa. He loved collecting shells and playing in the surf. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa and Mamaw. Our condo on South Padre Island was in a perfect location. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His other gal pal, Myla. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning how to cook already. </td></tr>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-79610263699741438452015-03-25T10:22:00.003-06:002015-03-25T10:22:25.946-06:00Jonas - 15 MonthsNow that Jonas has passed the one-year mark, I'm no longer writing monthly posts about his milestones. But, I still do want to post fairly regularly so I can remember what he was like at each age.<br />
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I'll be honest. 12-14 months was a pretty difficult time - probably the hardest stage other than newborn. I felt like Jonas was grumpy most of the time, and would often express his displeasure loudly. Mealtimes were especially trying, with Jonas squawking at Darby and me and until we somehow figured out what he wanted. And heaven help us if we had to spend time cutting up his food. Actually, during this time, he was probably acting like a normal baby. But he had been such a good baby that we weren't used to it. If he cried a few times during the day, it was like he was a monster. We were so spoiled!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boy can pitch a fit. He did not want to take a cute Valentine's picture. </td></tr>
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But then, just before 14 months, he learned how to walk. And as he's gotten more proficient, he's become happier and happier. He never really took to crawling. He only got up on to his hands and knees after he turned 1, and even then, he wouldn't do it very often. So, he was pretty frustrated with his immobility. Now that he can get around on his own, he's back to his old, laid-back self. He walks with his pudgy tummy sticking out and has as much lateral movement as forward, so it's quite comical.<br />
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Now, I would say this is my favorite age so far. His development has just exploded. His first word was "ball", which was quite an obsession for several weeks. I am not exaggerating when I say he would say it at the very least 200 times a day. My aunt came and visited and said it was probably more like 200 times <i>an hour</i>. He still loves that word (and playing with balls), but he can say quite a few others now - mama (very stingily), dada (all the time), book, bath, block, apple (ba-ba), banana (nana), cheese (tsee), chip, papa, down, thank you (dee doo), no. He likes to point to noses and say "no." He is also obsessed with belly buttons and will try to pull up people's shirts to find them. He can point to our ears and eyes when prompted. He says quite a few animal noises. My favorite is "mbooo" for cow.<br />
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He loves books, although he rarely will sit still for a whole reading. He prefers to turn the pages very quickly, so books with few words are best. He sometimes becomes frantic, bringing us book after book after book very quickly, like he thinks he has to read all of his books in one sitting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves this book that G-ma and Papa got him for Valentine's Day. When he sees the page with all of the fruits, he begs for berries. </td></tr>
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His favorite pastimes are taking all of our books off the bookshelves, taking all of the tea bags out of their box, and taking all of his socks out of his sock basket. (Do you notice a pattern?) He also enjoys playing the piano and building with blocks. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hope his obsession with pulling books off shelves will someday lead to an obsession with actually reading. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An outtake from his ACU alumni magazine photo shoot. I was really tempted to submit this picture, but I went with one of him actually smiling. </td></tr>
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He is much more cuddly than he used to be and rests his head on our shoulders whenever we pick him up. He still loves to play with hair - his own or ours - especially when he is sleepy. He also is still a dedicated three-finger sucker. That is going to be a very difficult habit to break, I'm sure, but right now it is still cute.<br />
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He also still loves to eat and surprises nearly everyone with his huge servings. Favorite foods are apples, cheese, Goldfish, peanut butter sandwiches, and frozen berries. Vegetables are not popular, so I'm having to get creative in how I present them. He still does not like citrus fruits. Any time I eat a clementine, he asks for a piece and then spends several minutes trying to work up the nerve to actually eat it. He always spits it out. He really wants to like them because they look like balls, but he just can't get over the taste.<br />
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There are still challenges, of course. He has started hitting when he gets angry or excited. And he recently went on a week-long nap strike, which was very trying. But, overall, I'm really loving this stage. It's awesome to see both his productive and receptive vocabulary growing daily. He is starting to show us affection in return, which is really rewarding. For the first time since he was born, I find myself wanting to freeze time so we can stay in this stage a little longer.<br />
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-28884275717441009752015-02-20T22:40:00.001-06:002015-02-20T22:40:19.700-06:00Jonas's 1st Birthday PartyWell, 3 months later, here are the details for posterity.<br />
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It was very important to me to have a party for Jonas in Abilene because I want to set a precedent early of celebrating his birthday separately from Christmas. Even though Jonas has several baby friends, we decided to keep his party to just family. I think it was a good decision for us. I tend to get overwhelmed when we have large groups over, and each toddler counts for about 10 people, I think. I was much more sane with a smaller group. My parents, Hannah, Matt, Leila, and my Uncle Al and Aunt Lea came. Unfortunately, Darby's parents weren't able to make it because of a previously scheduled trip, but they gave Jonas his presents over Thanksgiving.<br />
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Although I didn't want to go overboard, I did have to have a few decorations. I chose sock monkeys as the theme because Jonas has a few sock monkey toys, and Darby and I like them. I made a little banner with Jonas's monthly photos and another little banner for Jonas's high chair. I ordered a $15 downloadable party pack that had invitations, labels, etc.<br />
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We had a grilled cheese bar, which was really delicious and fun. And super easy for me. I highly recommend it as a party menu. I just got a bunch of meats and cheeses and provided different topping options (pear, apple, caramelized onions, jalapenos, tomatoes, pesto, bacon, basil, etc.).<br />
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For dessert, we had red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. While I thought about somehow trying to create a monkey face with frosting, I decided that would most likely end up as a Pinterest fail. Instead I used the picks that came in my party pack. Best decision ever. I spent 10 minutes decorating the cupcakes, and they looked way better than they would have.<br />
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Jonas got lots of great presents. He wasn't too into opening them. And he was a little scared of the rocking horse G-ma and Papa gave him. :) But since the party, he's enjoyed playing with everything.<br />
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-20480076779917069492015-02-17T22:03:00.002-06:002015-02-17T22:03:57.766-06:00Happy New Year?Ok, so my blogging more than once a month thing obviously hasn't panned out well. I've been meaning to post about my New Year's goals since the beginning of the year, but I just haven't made the time.<br />
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I love goals, so I love New Year's resolutions, even though I'm not necessarily better than the general population at keeping them. For the past several years, I've been focusing on my "30 before 30" goals. I've since realized that 4 years is way too long to maintain a goal list. Many of them are no longer applicable, and I just got kind of bored. So, I've decided to abandon those. I did all the ones that were really important to me, and I'm ready to move on.<br />
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In the past, I've participated in the "one word" movement and chosen a word to focus on for the year. That kind of broad focus appeals to me. Since having Jonas, I've come to the realization that there's never going to be a perfect time to do the things I want to do. I've been making excuses for most of my adult life: "when I get done with college, when we have more money, when we get done with grad school, when I'm not pregnant, when I don't have a newborn, when we get settled in the new house," etc., etc. I finally realized that life is never going to be not busy. There are always going to be reasons not to do something. If it's something I really care about, I have to make time. So, I think I've settled on this being the year of "now," as in "do it now."<br />
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In particular, I'm trying to take advantage of opportunities to help others. I read a blog post over a year ago called "<a href="http://deeperstory.com/to-be-inconvenienced/">To Be Inconvenienced</a>" that really convicted me about my own reluctance to help others when the opportunity arises. Of course, no one is ever going to need help on a day when I have absolutely nothing else planned. When does that even happen? So, if I hear about a need, I should just step up and do it. I've been focusing on this for a while, and, of course, I'm not perfect, but I have done a lot more than I used to.<br />
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While still focusing on that, I'm also trying to focus more on seeking out work opportunities. I really miss teaching ESL. And while I don't think I'll be able to find steady work doing that right now, there are a lot of part-time opportunities that I could be a part of if I put myself out there. While the lazy part of me would rather just sit on the couch, I know I'll feel more fulfilled if I expend the effort to do work that I enjoy.<br />
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What about you? What are you focusing on this year? Or is mid-February too late to talk about New Year's goals? Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-69294593689093868192015-01-05T11:50:00.005-06:002015-01-05T11:50:56.310-06:00One year!I know everyone says this, but this year really has flown by! I can't believe we have a one-year-old. I got a bit sentimental thinking about leaving the baby days behind, but mostly I'm really enjoying this new phase. He's so much more fun to play with now. And since he's totally weaned now (hallelujah!), we have a lot more flexibility in our schedule, and I have a lot more freedom. I treasure all of the sweet memories we made this year, and I'm looking forward to the new joys and challenges ahead.<br />
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<li>First visit to Santa. Someone at our church dresses up as Santa every year for our "Bread Sunday." As you can see, Jonas wasn't too impressed. We actually took him to the mall right before Christmas and got a cuter picture. But I love his expression in this one. </li>
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<li>First birthday presents. I'll do a separate post later about his birthday party. But Mamaw and Grandpa went ahead and gave him his presents at Thanksgiving since they wouldn't be able to come to the party. He didn't really understand what unwrapping gifts was all about. </li>
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<li>Jonas loves to say uh-oh. He says it randomly, but he'll often say it appropriately when he drops something. He loves to drop things - especially food from his high chair - and now he'll hold his hand out to the side of his high chair and say "uh-oh" even before he lets the Cheerio drop. We're really trying to discourage dropping food on the floor, but it's so hard not to laugh when he does that. </li>
<li>He waves bye-bye all the time now. Any time Darby or I leaves the room, he waves at us. </li>
<li>He has discovered that things can fit inside of other things now. He loves to put toys in cups. Seeing his little brain working is one of the most fun parts of being a mom to me. He had never put anything inside of something else until one day he did and then he started doing it all the time. Before I had Jonas, I thought of him learning his first words, how to walk, etc., but I never thought of all of the simple things about how the world works that he would have to learn. </li>
<li>Any time he gets a hold of a cup or a bowl, he pretends to drink out of it. </li>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-76941149721654958042014-12-16T15:42:00.002-06:002014-12-16T15:42:57.234-06:00The Semester in CookiesNow that the semester is over and I'm not teaching next semester, I'm hoping to have a bit more time to blog more than once a month!<br />
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I decided this semester to bring cookies for my class every Friday. It was a good way to make it through quite a few of my pinned recipes without eating tons of cookies myself, and it seemed to be a big morale booster for the class. One week I brought some leftover Halloween candy on a Wednesday, and one student said, "Wait, you're still bringing cookies on Friday, right?" I assured her that the candy was not a substitute for the cookies.<br />
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<a href="http://sallysbakingaddiction.com/2014/09/01/white-chocolate-pumpkin-snickerdoodles/">Pumpkin Snickerdoodles</a><br />
These are my new favorite pumpkin cookie. They are chewy, not cake-y, like most pumpkin cookies are. And, most importantly, they didn't get soggy after a day.<br />
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<a href="http://www.melskitchencafe.com/brookies/">Brookies</a><br />
Several students said this combination of brownies and cookies were their favorites. They're a bit tedious to make, but the wow factor is worth it.<br />
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<a href="http://www.thesisterscafe.com/2012/07/peanut-butter-nutella-cookies">Peanut Butter Nutella Cookies</a><br />
These are simple but really good. They have a nice texture and are a little bit fancier than a standard peanut butter cookies.<br />
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<a href="http://kirbiecravings.com/2012/04/cornstarch-soft-chocolate-chip-cookies.html">Cornstarch Soft Chocolate Chip Cookies</a><br />
The cornstarch in these is supposed to make them very fluffy. Mine actually didn't turn out fluffy, but they were very soft and delicious. It's my new go-to chocolate chip cookie recipe.Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-14039067942943582392014-12-07T14:54:00.002-06:002014-12-07T14:54:54.418-06:0011 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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At the end of this month, Jonas made some big leaps in his development. He's now a lot more mobile and is seeming much more "toddlerish." I can't believe he'll be 1 soon. I get a little sad thinking of him leaving the baby days behind, but it's a lot of fun seeing him grow up. </div>
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<li>First time to go from laying down to sitting up on his own. He learned how to do this in his crib. It was so funny the first time I went to get him up from his nap and he was just sitting there looking at the door. He looked quite proud of himself. I thought maybe he had used the bars to pull himself up, but later I saw him do it in the middle of the living room floor with no assistance. </li>
<li>Soon after that, he pulled up to stand on his own. He also did that for the first time in his crib (and spent many days avoiding napping by pulling himself up and screaming until I came in and laid him down). But the first time I got it on camera is the picture above (Blogger won't let me put it in the right place). He now loves to pull up all the time and can cruise around furniture. </li>
<li>First Halloween. He was a lion and looked adorable. I don't think he knew what to make of his costume. Every time I put him in it, he got kind of quiet and timid. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took him to our neighborhood church's Fall Festival with my friend Laura and her son, Gabriel. The look of scared confusion on his face is pretty much how he seemed anytime we put his costume on. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hosted a small Halloween party for our playgroup. We had Halloween-themed snacks, read a Halloween book, and played with spaghetti "brains." From left to right: Silas the lumberjack, Myla the giraffe, Jonas the lion, and Avery the ballerina. </td></tr>
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<li>First cow's milk. The pediatrician said we could start him on cow's milk at 11 months. We cheated and started about a week before. He seems to like it pretty well, so I've started the weaning process. I'm looking forward to having some more freedom. </li>
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<li>Jonas is going through a phase where he constantly says "mmm-hmm" or "uh-huh" with varying inflections. Because of this, it often seems like he can understand a lot of what we say, although I think it's just a coincidence. He does seem to understand that when we ask him a question, he should have a response, so he always says "mm-hmm." Or, when Darby and I are talking to each other, we'll say something like, "Jonas is so cute," and he'll say, "uh-huh." It's hilarious. </li>
<li>He has now really gotten the hang of clapping and claps when he hears or sees other people clapping or if we say "Yay!" </li>
<li>He likes to wave bye-bye, but he only does it when he is the one leaving. He also associates it with walking through doors, so sometimes he'll wave bye when I carry him out of his bedroom into the hallway. </li>
<li>Ever since daylight savings time ended, he's been waking up at 6 or 6;30 instead of 8 like he used to. So we've started putting him to bed at 7:30 instead of 8:30, which gives us more time to get stuff done at night. In the mornings, we'll often put him in bed with us and he'll usually sleep at least 30 more minutes. However, he only likes to be close to me in the mornings. Specifically, he has to be holding on to my hair. So Darby gets to sleep peacefully while I have a little person pulling my hair, slapping me in the face, etc. To his credit, Darby has tried to take Jonas to his side of the bed, but Jonas protests so much that I have to take him. Good thing he's such a cute snuggler! </li>
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<li>First tooth. He got his two bottom teeth at about the same time. They're just barely in. He doesn't like to let us near his mouth, so no pictures. Teething has been pretty rough on the little guy - many fussy days, congestion, tummy problems, etc. </li>
<li>First overnight stay alone with G-ma and Papa. We went to Waco for a reunion with some high school friends, and Jonas spent one night with my parents. He did great. While we were in Waco, he got to meet his buddy Samuel, who was born a week after him. </li>
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<li>First ACU football game. The first game we went to, it rained so we had to leave at halftime. We went to another one with Darby's parents, and Jonas loved it. He even got on the big screen! </li>
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<li>First time to clap. One time we got him to clap while mimicking Darby. Now, he won't do it when we ask him to. He'll just do it at random times. One day while he was nursing, he stopped, looked up at me, and started clapping. It was so cute. </li>
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Things I Want to Remember<br />
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<li>He likes to hold on to toys with his feet while he plays with them. He's like a little monkey. </li>
<li>He's gone to childcare for various events this month, and the first thing the workers say when I go to pick him up is, "Wow. He reeallly likes Cheerios." And it's true. I think he would eat the whole box if we kept giving them to him. </li>
<li>He is ticklish on the inside of his arm. If I rub him there, he just giggles and giggles. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-15012486964862004542014-10-05T21:54:00.001-05:002014-10-05T21:54:32.288-05:009 MonthsIt's hard for me to believe that Jonas is 3/4 of the way through his first year. Time is really flying - obviously, since I'm posting this update two weeks late. :) <br />
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<b>"Firsts"</b><br />
Not many this month. He's done so much that we're running out of firsts! <br />
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<li>First crawl. He does a strange little army crawl that looks a bit like very ungraceful swimming. It isn't pretty, and prefers rolling to get anywhere, but it works for now. He still doesn't seem too interested in going up on his hands and knees. </li>
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<b>Things I Want to Remember</b><br />
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<li>Any time we pick him up, he pats us on the back. We pretend he's saying, "Good Mommy/Good Daddy."</li>
<li>He chuckles all the time now. It's so funny. It's like a little nervous laugh. He definitely has a real laugh that he uses sometimes, but when he's just sitting and playing, he chuckles constantly. </li>
<li>He loves dogs. When we go to someone's house that has a dog, he bounces up and down and giggles any time the dog is around. He doesn't mind at all if dogs jump on him or lick him. </li>
<li>He is scared of balls. Darby's mom had a medium-sized red bouncy ball that she brought out when we were at their house. Jonas started shaking and clinging to us. He hated that thing! It's so strange. </li>
<li>He has always been a very good self-soother and has enjoyed sucking on his hands. He's finally settled on sucking on his middle three fingers of one hand. He uses his other hand to play with his hair above his ear. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More mealtime messiness. He's a great eater and eats pretty much anything we give him. Sometimes he'll reject a food the first time it's offered, but if we try again, he usually goes for it. Greek yogurt and meat of all kinds are his favorites. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how he always sleeps - on his side with his arm out. He's still a great sleeper. We're very lucky. </td></tr>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-91245485713856598792014-08-21T22:24:00.003-05:002014-08-21T22:24:50.923-05:008 MonthsI'd say this was my favorite month yet. Jonas is happy most of the time and interacts with us a lot more. He went through a clingy phase for a little while where he didn't want to let me cook or work on anything while he was in the room. Now, though, he's able to play pretty independently with his toys, with some occasional squawks for me to come over and mess with him. He's such a good-natured baby and will still go to anyone happily. I know people always exclaim over all babies' cuteness and sweetness, but I can't help but feel that the comments are a little more sincere when they're about Jonas. :) I'm proud to be his mom. <br />
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<b>"Firsts"</b><br />
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<li>First time to really roll. It was as if one day a switch was flipped and he realized he could actually get something he wanted by rolling to it. Now he rolls all the time and is sort of starting to creep. He's still not huge on lifting his head off the ground (unless he's sitting) or being on his tummy, so no crawling yet. </li>
<li>First big road trip with just mom and dad/first time to meet Grandpa and Alma, Todd and Rachel, Aunt Susan, Uncle Glenn, and Julia. We drove up to Wynne, AR, to spend a few days with Darby's extended family. It was wonderful. We were able to get the three baby second cousins together and introduce Jonas to his great-grandparents. From there, we drove over to Knoxville to visit Darby's cousins and then to a little cabin in the Smokies. I really enjoyed the time to relax together as a family. And Jonas was a dream baby while traveling. We are seriously so spoiled. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li>First time to say "dada." He doesn't understand what he's saying and says it anytime to anyone. But still, it's fun to hear. No "mama" yet. </li>
<li>First move. We bought a house! It was a crazy whirlwind. My parents and sister came up to help us paint, pack, and clean. Then, Darby's mom came and helped us unpack. I was so grateful because we left for our vacation a week after closing. Jonas transitioned without any trouble. He now has a whole room to himself instead of having to share it with the office. I actually haven't taken any pictures of the new house yet. I'm waiting til everything's in order. So, maybe in three years?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>Things I Want to Remember</b><br />
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<li>He has started growling as his preferred method of communication. He seriously sounds like a little demon. Everyone loves it. </li>
<li>He has learned that he can get himself from sitting to laying down without just toppling over if he leans back very slowly. So, he does a reverse sit-up basically. It's pretty funny. And obviously a great core workout. </li>
<li>He has tons of toys, but his favorite thing is an empty water bottle Darby's mom gave him. Give him one of his bright, textured, squishy, rattly, toys, and he'll be entertained for maybe 2 minutes. Give him that water bottle and he's good for 15 minutes or more. </li>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-53250834310396309072014-07-20T21:36:00.000-05:002014-07-21T22:14:02.250-05:007 Months<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Jonas is definitely beginning to make his desires known. He's still a fairly laid-back baby overall, but he has serious grumpy moments. Still, I'd say this is the parenting sweet spot. I know what I'm doing somewhat, we're in a good routine, and Jonas is learning new skills every day. I told Darby that if I could be given children when they were 6 months old, I'd have 10! :)</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNu1lG8dKBzuPoWeS7ZdP59VZbYHPRhyV0exgDwBnJBjgV1x7mNyPbmbqitSpwrI6sTnKS6PLfwa4Xcy7e_rlRnUL4rZrWnzUG307HByGVzQVbOwkmq1k2z3vpzee2ceE57mO/s640/blogger-image--2016326621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNu1lG8dKBzuPoWeS7ZdP59VZbYHPRhyV0exgDwBnJBjgV1x7mNyPbmbqitSpwrI6sTnKS6PLfwa4Xcy7e_rlRnUL4rZrWnzUG307HByGVzQVbOwkmq1k2z3vpzee2ceE57mO/s640/blogger-image--2016326621.jpg"></a></div></span></div><div><br></div><div>
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<li>First time to swim. I signed Jonas and myself up for swim classes. What I thought would be just a little mommy and me play time turned out to be a water survival skills class. I had to put him under water! It stressed me out so much. He didn't seem to mind too much though. And while he was too young to master floating on his back or crawling out of the pool, he did get very comfortable in the water, so that's something, I guess.</li>
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<li>First time to roll back to front. He still can't get his arm out from under his body, so no rolling back and forth. But, he does twist his whole torso around, so I'm calling it. </li>
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<li>First night away from mom and dad. While we were in Waco for Darby's high school reunion, we took advantage of the free baby-sitting to spend the night in a hotel to celebrate our anniversary. We stayed downtown and played tourists, walking across the suspension bridge and having fancy cocktails on a rooftop bar. It was so nice not to have to worry about getting home in time for bedtime and being able to sleep in. And Jonas was in great hands with his Mamaw and Grandpa.</li></ul>
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<li>He is really experimenting with his voice and goes through phases where he makes a certain noise all the time. For a couple of weeks, he would make a gasping noise. Now, he does a little click.</li>
<li>He's obsessed with his "puffs" - little baby cereal snacks. The doctor recommended we give them to him so he could practice with finger foods. But now we've created a monster. For a while he couldn't feed them to himself and would just squawk loudly until we fed him one. He would demand a puff in between each bite of vegetables. Ridiculous. Now he rakes them up and stuffs his whole fist in his mouth to make sure they don't fall out. We have to hide the container or he would eat them all day.</li>
<li>He loves straps, buttons, necklaces, and embroidered logos on shirts. If he sees one, he will not rest until he's touched it, or preferably, eaten it.</li>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-69838526511635186412014-06-25T16:05:00.003-05:002014-07-20T21:38:29.729-05:006 MonthsIt's very hard to believe half a year has passed. I still feel like I should have a newborn (but I'm very glad I don't!). I have loved getting to know our little boy, and I'm looking forward to seeing his personality emerge more and more. <br />
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<li>First time to sit up on his own. He's still not able to sit for long periods of time and definitely needs a spotter, but he's getting there. </li>
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<li>First solid food. We started with sweet potatoes and he's also had avocado, oatmeal, banana, prunes, carrots, and pears. So far, he likes everything, and he's really starting to get into it now. </li>
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<li>First Father's Day for Darby. We celebrated in Waco. Jonas and I bought Darby a computer program he wanted, and Jonas picked out a card. Darby is such a great dad. I've really been impressed with how natural he is. I couldn't ask for a better co-parent. </li>
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<li>First trip to Auntie Hannie's apartment/First time to meet Carolyn. My friend Carolyn was visiting Dallas for a week from Kansas City. I couldn't let her be within 3 hours of me and not see her, so Jonas and I made a quick trip to Dallas. We got to hang out in Hannah's "bachelorette pad" and have a nice lunch with Carolyn. Another successful mother/son road trip! </li>
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<li>First time to be held by <b>Aunt</b> Leila. My brother got married at the end of May. Leila's been around since Jonas was born, and, since she lives in Abilene, has spent a lot of time with Jonas. But it was still a big deal when she became his aunt officially. She is so sweet with Jonas and is a great addition to our family. </li>
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<li>The big event of this month for me was nap training. I finally decided it was time for Jonas to learn to sleep in his crib at naptime. And it was rough. But after a few days, he really started to get the hang of it. He's still not a great napper, but he can fall asleep in his crib and stay asleep for an hour or so. It's much easier for me to get stuff done. Unfortunately, he now really resists being rocked to sleep, so when we want some snuggles before bedtime, we're out of luck. </li>
<li>When we say "hi" to him, he makes a little happy sigh noise that sounds so much like he's saying "hi" back. I know he's not, but it's fun to pretend. </li>
<li>Jonas has added to his shaking his head trick from previous months and now does a "crazy dance" where he shakes his head, kicks his legs, and flails his arms. It's hilarious and adorable. </li>
<li>After weeks of trying, Jonas is finally able to get his feet into his mouth. He now chews on them all the time. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-26459990434935985212014-05-29T21:43:00.003-05:002014-05-29T21:43:49.395-05:00Spring BooksI can't seem to keep up with posting the books I've read on a monthly basis, so perhaps I'll just do it quarterly or so and only include the ones I really liked.<br />
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<b><i>Rules of Civility</i> by Amor Towles</b><br />
This was a book club pick. On the surface it sounded kind of boring to me: a young working-class woman befriends a rich guy and ends up enmeshed in the high society of 1930s New York. And, really, not too much happened in the book. But the writing was so good that it was absolutely mesmerizing. This is the author's first book, and I can't believe it's so good. <b> </b><br />
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<b><i>Orphan Train</i> by Christina Baker Kline</b><br />
Another book club book. This novel alternates<b> </b>between modern times and the 1930s. A young girl who is about to age out of foster care befriends an elderly woman and learns the story of the woman's journey on the orphan train and her subsequent foster families. The story was surprisingly compelling - I kept wanting to read more even though it wasn't particularly suspenseful. The historical storyline was much better written than the modern one, but both main characters were very relatable. <br />
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<i><b>Illuminations: A Novel of Hildegard von Bingen</b></i><b> by Mary Sharratt</b><br />
This must have been a free or cheap Kindle book at some point. It's another one that sounds very strange at first glance. It's historical fiction based on the life of a famous mystic nun, who was forced as a child to become a handmaiden to an Anchorite - a nun who is bricked in a tiny room underneath the church for her entire life. Because of her visions, she becomes famous and tries to creatively use her power to free herself. It was a very powerful story. I didn't even know it was based on the life of a real person until I got to the end - that makes it even more impressive. <br />
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<b><i>Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking</i> by Susan Cain</b><br />
I had heard so many people praise this book. It is a very interesting look at how extroversion became idealized in our society and why introversion has its benefits, too. Every time I take a Myers-Briggs test, I am right on the line between E and I. So, I identified with some of the stuff in the book but not all of it. I love pop psychology books, so this one's right up my alley. <b> </b><br />
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<b><i>Tender at the Bone</i> by Ruth Reichl</b><br />
Ruth Reichl was the food critic for the <i>New York Times </i>for many years. I had read her book about that job, <i>Garlic and Sapphires, </i>and really enjoyed it. This one was about her childhood and young adult life (in the 60s and 70s). And, wow, she lived a fascinating life. She's done so much traveling; it made me jealous. The scenes with her manic-depressive mother are darkly humorous. She does share some recipes with each little vignette, but I found the focus to be much less on the food and more on the people in her life. <br />
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"Firsts" from This Month<br />
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He didn't really hit any big milestones this month. Of course, we can see him getting more interactive and better able to manipulate things each day, but he didn't do anything "big" this month. <br />
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<li>First Easter. We spent a lot of time in Waco around Easter because Darby's dad had a (successful - yay!) kidney transplant then. Jonas enjoyed wearing his bunny hat from Auntie Hannie and playing with his Easter toys from grandparents. </li>
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<li>First Mother's Day. We were able to go to Waco again, so Jonas spent the day with his mom, his Mamaw, and his G-ma. He got me a waffle iron and helped Darby make me waffles. </li>
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<li>First out-of-state trip. We drove to Illinois for Darby's graduation. Jonas did great in the car, and we had so much fun introducing him to our Illinois friends. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We stayed with our friends Dick and Billie. We had so much fun catching up and playing cards. We spent so many evenings at their house over the 5 years we were in Illinois. They were our surrogate parents. Miss them so much!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonas did remarkably well at the looooong graduation ceremony. It was at the stadium and we got there too late to have a very good view, but we were able to see Darby walk across on the Jumbotron. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My parents made the drive with us. It was great to have their help keeping Jonas entertained. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casey, Katy, and I all did a Bible study together, and we all had babies within 9 months of each other. It was fun (and crazy) getting all the babies together. After this, we loaded all of the babies in their carriers and went to Custard Cup. Yummy! </td></tr>
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<li>First time to meet great-uncle John and great-aunt Susan. On the way, we stopped at my aunt and uncle's house in Rogers. It had been several years since I had seen them, so I was happy it worked out. </li>
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Things I Want to Remember<br />
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<li>He started doing this thing where he shakes his head back and forth like he's saying "no." We can't tell if he does it to rub his head or if he does it to move his hand back and forth in his mouth. Either way, it's really cute. </li>
<li>He is becoming a lot more cuddly. When he was a newborn, he really liked to be cuddled, but he soon outgrew that and was really squirmy when you tried to hold him against you. Now, he'll wrap his hands around our necks when we pick him up from his crib and lay his head on our shoulders. It's so sweet. </li>
<li>Everyone, and I mean everyone, who sees him comments on one of three things: his big eyes, the fact that his hands are always in his mouth, and how calm he is. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-67688940356539594352014-05-11T22:22:00.000-05:002014-05-11T22:22:23.390-05:00My motherhood experienceI feel like there are a lot of aspects of motherhood that have surprised me. I had a lot of expectations based on what I had heard and read about motherhood, and my experience hasn't always aligned with those expectations (in good ways and bad ways). I'd like to share some of my thoughts to show that there's not just one way to experience motherhood. And just to be clear, I love Jonas and I love being his mom. But I want to be honest about the hard parts as well as the good parts. <br />
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<li>I did not immediately feel the "surge" of love. Most women talk about an overwhelming feeling of love immediately after their baby is delivered. I did not feel this. I don't know if that's due to my long, difficult labor or just to my personality. I felt happy, but I was not overwhelmed. I had heard women say they didn't know how much they could love until they had a child. I felt like I loved Jonas as much as I had expected to, which was a lot. I did not feel like I had entered some other realm of love. I do feel like my love for him has grown stronger over time. Now that he interacts more, I feel like I really know him. Around the 3-month mark, (which, probably not coincidentally, is when he started to sleep through the night consistently - I do not deal well with sleep deprivation), I started to experience some of those heart-swelling moments. </li>
<li>I am still basically the same person I was before (the positive). I had always feared losing myself in motherhood and thought I would have to actively fight against that. So, I was relieved to find that I still have other interests and enjoy pursuing my hobbies and career opportunities. This is one reason I didn't end up doing cloth diapers. When I envisioned myself as a stay-at-home mom, I figured I'd want to throw all my energy into mothering, so why not go all the way. But when I have some down time, I don't want to be washing diapers. I want to be reading or lesson planning or making cards or baking, just like before. (Not that moms who cloth diaper don't do those things - it's just there was really nothing else motivating me to do it beyond the belief that it was a stay-at-home mom type of thing to do.) And, despite the lack of any talk beyond mothering and Jonas on this blog, I feel like I've still done an ok job of having conversations with people about other parts of life. </li>
<li>I am still basically the same person I was before (the negative). Like any other major life change, motherhood has revealed more of who I truly am. And, while there are a lot of things I love about myself, I feel like motherhood throws my shortcomings into sharp relief. I am not a patient person. Sometimes this leads to frustration when Jonas doesn't nap like he should or requires multiple rockings to go to sleep. I never want to be frustrated at him - he's a baby. I also have a hard time going with the flow, and this is a major challenge with a baby. I do feel like I'm making some progress in this area. A few weeks ago, Jonas slept late, and I told Darby, "Well, I guess we'll just have to be late to church." He was like, "What?!? I can't believe <i>you </i>just said that." I'm slowly learning to adapt, but I still find myself mourning the loss of control over my schedule. I don't think parents are better people than non-parents. And I think most people try to be better people, whether they have kids or not. But parenting <i>forces </i>you to confront the negative things about yourself on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis, and it can be pretty painful. </li>
<li>Even with an easy baby, I can't seem to get things done. I always heard about not getting a shower, having to do everything one-handed, etc. And I haven't experienced that. I lucked out with an easy baby who is pretty content laying on a blanket or sitting in his bouncy seat. But, I've still found it very hard to get things done. I won't go into all the specifics, but all my plans for projects I would do as a stay-at-home mom have gone out the window. I'm having to redefine my idea of what a productive day is. I know this sounds silly, but I didn't really consider that taking care of a baby actually takes a lot of time. I feel like Pinterest/Facebook/blogs are a bit to blame for this. It seems like every other stay-at-home mom is cooking amazing meals, creating beautiful decorations for their house, making "sensory boards" for their babies, etc. So when I spend the day just keeping Jonas and myself fed, clothed, and happy, it seems like I've done nothing. </li>
<li>I don't feel incomplete without Jonas. I know a lot of moms don't ever want to leave their babies, and I think that's a very real feeling for them. But I just haven't felt that way. I started leaving Jonas with Darby almost immediately, and when Darby's mom was here shortly after the birth, we both left him with her. I'm always thrilled to come home to him, but I wouldn't say I miss him when I'm gone for a few hours. I still very much enjoy my alone time, time with friends, and time with Darby. I don't really worry about him when I'm away either. I definitely don't worry when he's with Darby. I feel like we're total equals in parenting skills. </li>
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So, there's some of the things that have taken me off guard in the first 5 months of parenting. In the midst of the cute Jonas pictures and anecdotes, I want to make sure I'm keeping it real as well. I'd love to hear from other parents about ways your experience differed from your expectations. Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-19075586538493202772014-04-27T15:28:00.001-05:002014-04-27T15:28:16.798-05:004 MonthsThis stage with Jonas is really fun. He's responding to us with smiles and giggles a lot more. He's started noticing other babies at church and play group. He's still pretty serious, but he doesn't look quite so skeptical all the time. <br />
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Just for fun, here's a comparison of all 4 months. He hasn't gotten a whole lot bigger than he was at 2 months (his growth is leveling off, so he's in a more average percentile - NO IDEA why/how he was so big at birth). But, he's definitely able to sit up and hold his head up much better than he used to. <br />
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<li>First mother/son road trip. While Darby was busy with a work conference, I took Jonas to Waco by myself. Then my mom and I took him to Dallas to see my grandma and aunt. I was a little nervous about traveling solo, but he did great. </li>
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<li>First time to roll over front to back </li>
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<li>First time to meet his Aunt Tere and cousin Corrie. They were in Abilene for a school event, so he and I got to run up to ACU to see them one afternoon. </li>
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<li>First bath in the big tub. I'm refraining from putting bath time pictures on here in case he objects when he's older. (Aside: It's so difficult to know how much you should share about your kids online. I know people have a lot of different philosophies. Right now, I'm trying to refrain from sharing medical information or naked pictures, but as he gets older, I'm sure I'll add even more restrictions.) </li>
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<li>When he's tired, he scratches the top of his head absentmindedly. It's so cute. The only bad thing is that, since his nails grow freakishly fast, he often leaves little scratch marks on his scalp. </li>
<li>I go to a playgroup once a week with some women from church. My friend's daughter was laying beside Jonas, and she reached out and held his hand. It was adorable! He was enjoying it until she decided to grab his face. Then he was done. </li>
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<li>He's really started to fight sleep, especially during the day. So, when I'm rocking him to sleep for his naps, he makes this really nasal "beeping" sound until he falls asleep. I guess he thinks he's keeping himself awake. It's like "mah, mah, mah, mah." Cracks me up. </li>
<li>Speaking of naps, he doesn't like to nap in his crib, even though he sleeps great in it at night. So, I end up holding him for a lot of his nap times. Sometimes I nap, too, or sometimes I just read. I know it's a bad habit to get him into, but I love those times together. There is nothing sweeter than holding a sleeping baby. And I figure I might as well enjoy one of the benefits of being a stay-at-home mom while I can. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-76598254236510872932014-03-29T12:14:00.000-06:002014-03-29T12:14:01.868-06:003 MonthsWhen I was pregnant, a friend of mine gave me some advice that a friend had given her. She said to mark a date on the calendar 12 weeks from when the baby is born and to not expect life to go back to any sense of normalcy before then. This has been pretty good advice in my case. Jonas has been a relatively easy baby, so our life hasn't been complete chaos, but we were pretty much in survival mode. I am just now starting to get back into cooking (semi) regularly, exercising, and working more than 15 minutes at a time. The transition to stay-at-home motherhood has been a bit rough for me (perhaps I'll write more about that later), but I'm beginning to feel like I can do this.<br />
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Jonas is officially not a newborn anymore. That's bittersweet, but mainly sweet. I'm enjoying seeing his little personality emerge and watching him learn new skills every day. <br />
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"Firsts" from This Month<br />
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<li>First laugh. G-ma just happened to make a noise that he thought was hilarious. Since then we've tried to replicate it, but he hasn't fallen for it. So his laugh count is still at one. I can't figure out how to upload the video here, but I posted it on facebook.</li>
<li>First time to lift his head when on his stomach. Yes, he's a little late for this particular milestone. Poor kid has to have a lot of strength to lift his giant head. :) </li>
<li>First time to go to Cradle Roll class at church. He's not big enough to sit in the bucket seats yet, so he sits in a little carrier on the table. And this picture is pretty representative of his expression the whole time he's there. I think he likes it because he never fusses or cries, even when he should be hungry, but he always looks quite skeptical of the whole thing. </li>
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<li>First family vacation. We wanted to go to Austin, but we ended up staying in Georgetown because SXSW was in Austin that week. We enjoyed exploring Georgetown, though. And Jonas got to meet Brittany and Erin. He was a great traveler. <br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brittany offered to watch Jonas while Darby and I went on a date. So sweet!</td></tr>
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<li>First wedding/First time to meet Uncle Jeremy and Aunt Janice/First time to see his CUZNS (Darby's cousins' children). Darby's cousin Hayley got married in Cleburne. It was great to introduce Jonas to a lot of that side of the family. </li>
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Things I Want to Remember<br />
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<li> Jonas is a very serious baby. He spends most of his time staring, just taking everything in, often with a furrowed brow. But sometimes, he'll just break into the sweetest little grin. I find his smiles even more rewarding since they don't happen all the time. </li>
<li>Jonas usually wakes up between 7 and 7:30 and goes down for a nap around 8:30. In order to get a little more sleep on Saturdays, I lay him on the bed between us after he gets done eating. We play with him for a while, and then we all take a morning nap together. It's wonderful. </li>
<li>Like me, Jonas does not like the wind. If we take him out in it, he scrunches up his face and makes this little scoffing sound. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-48054222153558282442014-03-04T12:16:00.003-06:002014-03-04T12:16:58.695-06:00After giving birthSince Jonas's birth, I've thought a lot about his delivery. It was the most intense, physically and emotionally
challenging experience of my life (granted, I've had a pretty easy life). But there was really no time to process
it because, when it was over, everyone's focus immediately shifted to the
baby. I found myself really wanting to talk about the birth. But it's a little
awkward. I think most people prefer not to think about how babies enter
the world. It's messy and painful and scary. When I was pretty close to
my due date, a friend told me the stories of her two babies'
deliveries. They were somewhat difficult deliveries and a little
frightening. At the time, I wondered why she told me. But now I think I
see. There's this compulsion, at least for me, to share the details with
others even if it is uncomfortable. <br />
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The delivery is in sharp contrast to the actual pregnancy. For 9 months, everyone sees your belly getting bigger and bigger. There are constant questions about how you're feeling, what you're craving, whether you have morning sickness, etc. It's basically unavoidable, as the reality of your condition is glaringly obvious. Then, you deliver the baby. And what you have been building up to for the past 9 months is over in a matter of hours. Very shortly after giving birth, I looked normal to outsiders. But I felt so far from normal. A couple of weeks after Jonas was born, I went to the store without him. When I got home, I told Darby, "It's so strange. No one knows I've just given birth. I feel like I want to shout, 'I just had a baby.'"<br />
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I have this strange need for others to recognize the life-altering event I just went through. On the one hand, I know women have babies every day, and there's not really any special skill required. But, on the other hand, I'm really proud of what my body did. When I look in the mirror now, I do sometimes feel a twinge of self-consciousness over my new baby pooch and stretch marks (note: don't start bragging at 8 months that you don't have any stretch marks - they will come, oh, they will come). But, mainly I feel amazed that this body carried and delivered over 9 pounds of baby.<br />
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So now I'm that woman unintentionally scaring other pregnant women with stories of her difficult birth. :) But I hope I'll also be that woman asking the new mom about her birth and listening if she wants to talk about it.<br />
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-26645544573040817402014-02-25T13:59:00.002-06:002014-02-25T13:59:22.513-06:002 MonthsWell, I'm about a week late with this post. The past month, and especially the past 2 weeks have been really fun as Jonas has started to become a lot more aware and alert. He's interacting with Darby and me a lot more. Some days, when I'm trying to get stuff done at home, I do sort of miss the days when he would sleep most of the day. But seeing his little smile and hearing his coos is a lot more fun that getting stuff done anyway.<br />
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<b>"Firsts" from This Month</b><br />
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<li>First time sleeping in his own room and then in his crib. At first, we had him sleeping in his little Rock 'n' Play Sleeper in our room. I assumed we would continue this for several months, as many people had told me they were able to sleep a lot better with the baby in their room. Plus, having the baby in your room reduces the risk of SIDS. However, I slept HORRIBLY with him in the room. He is a noisy sleeper, and every little grunt and sigh would wake me up. Plus, since our bed is so high, I still had to get out of bed to pick him up to feed him, so it wasn't really any more convenient. Right after he turned one month, we decided to move him to his room. I couldn't quite bear to put him in his crib, though. He just looked so tiny and lonely. So we kept him in the sleeper. We all slept much better, which leads me to my next first... </li>
<li>First time sleeping through the night. For 10 glorious nights, he slept from 10:30 or 11 to 7 or 7:30. It was amazing. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. When we transitioned him to his crib, he began waking up at around 4 a.m., and he's done that consistently ever since. He does go back down for 2-3 more hours after he eats, so it's not that bad. I know only one nighttime waking is very good for a 2-month-old. But, it's so hard to go back after having a taste of a full night's sleep!
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<li>First real smile. Darby got him to smile first, and now he smiles at us on a regular basis. We still have not found the one magic thing that makes him smile consistently, though. He seems more prone to smiles in the morning and when he's laying on his changing table. It's very hard to get a picture of him smiling because it's so fleeting. </li>
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<li>First trip to Waco to see both sets of grandparents. He did great in the car. We are so happy to live close to family again. I know we'll be making that trip very often. </li>
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<li>First playgroup. There are several women from church who get together once a week. Right now the babies are 2 months, 4 months, 7 months, and 1 year. So, there's not a lot of playing that goes on. But, it's fun for the moms, and, as the kids get older, I'm sure they'll become friends. </li>
<li>First ACU Chapel. He slept through most of it. </li>
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<li>First Valentine's Day. He sent Valentine's cards to his grandparents and aunts and uncles. And he received Valentines from his grandparents and great-aunt Lea. </li>
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<b>Things I Want to Remember</b><br />
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<li>Sometimes when he's about to sneeze, he gasps really loudly, like he's winding up for it. After he sneezes, he'll often say, "Goo..."</li>
<li>It takes him a really long time to wake up fully. He'll stretch for a long time, scrunch up his face, grunt, and rub his eyes for like 10 minutes. It's so cute. </li>
<li>He loves to suck on his hands, but he still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it. We try to encourage him to use the pacifier instead, since it's easier and less gross. But he'll use his hands to block us from putting the pacifier in. Or he'll hook one of his fingers around it and just pop it out. </li>
<li>He loves to be out and about. When we're in a new place, he'll be really calm, taking it all in. But when we're just at home, he gets kind of restless. </li>
<li>He constantly kicks his legs. It's very hard for me to get a picture of him that isn't blurry because he's always in motion. </li>
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808029.post-9662720819768778002014-02-06T18:28:00.002-06:002014-02-06T18:28:36.156-06:00Good ReadsWell, I got out of the habit of doing my monthly reading list. And, honestly, I haven't read a whole lot in the past year. I'm not sure why. I suspect part of it might have to do with getting an iPad then an iPhone. It's too tempting to look at Pinterest and Facebook or play Candy Crush. But, I've downloaded the Kindle app, and I'm trying to get better about reading again. Here are some of the good books I've read lately.<br />
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<b><i>Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table</i> by Shauna Niequist</b><br />
I had heard really good things about this book from a lot of people, so when it went on sale for the Kindle, I snatched it up. Food-related memoirs are my favorite genre, and I enjoyed this one, especially since it also incorporated thoughts about faith. Shauna's main point is that<b> </b>community centers around food, and you shouldn't wait until your life is perfect to be hospitable. While her writing was beautiful and I agree totally with her main points, I felt it was at times difficult to buy what she was saying. It's like, "You don't have to do anything fancy! Your life doesn't have to be perfect. Now let me explain how I make my 'super-simple' from-scratch risotto and vinaigrette and homemade ice cream for my group of extraordinarily tight-knit friends at my parents' summer lake house." Maybe it's just my own insecurities, but I kind of felt like a failure as I was reading, which I think was the opposite of the author's intention. Still, if you like books about food. <br />
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<b><i>Brain Rules for Baby: How to Raise a Smart and Happy Child from Zero to Five</i> by John Medina</b><br />
I read the adult version of <i>Brain Rules, </i>which was also interesting, so I couldn't resist this Kindle Daily Deal. I'm very curious about how Jonas's little brain works and what he is capable of. The author's main point was that playing Mozart to your baby and trying to teach him how to read is pointless. Instead, he talks about factors that have been proven through numerous studies to affect young children's development. A lot of it is common-sense stuff (e.g., happy marriages produce happier children), but some of the information, like what types of play are most beneficial, was really helpful. And it was good to be reminded that it's really the big picture that matters more than the tiny details.<br />
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The next four books are ones that I read for my book club. Now that I'm back in Abilene, I was able to rejoin the book club that I helped found seven years ago. I absolutely love talking about books with others, and so far the books that we've read have been really good.<br />
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<b><i>The Fault in Our Stars</i> by John Green</b><br />
This is a young adult novel that had been highly recommended to me by several people. It's a love story about two teenagers with cancer. It sounds really depressing, but it has enough light-hearted moments to make it not a total downer. The main characters are very witty and likable, and I loved the relationships they had with their parents. That being said, I think this book might have been hyped up a little too much before I read it. I liked it, but I didn't <i>love</i> it. <b><br /></b><br />
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<b><i>The Art of Racing in the Rain</i> by Garth Stein</b><br />
This is another book I had heard a lot about but never gotten around to reading. It is narrated by a dog, which kind of turned me off, since I'm not a dog person. I actually loved it, though. It's hard to explain the plot without giving too much away. Basically, the dog, at the end of his life, is telling the story of his owner's life through his eyes. The narration could have come off as gimmicky, but it really didn't. And the situation the owner finds himself in makes it a real page-turner. <b> </b><br />
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<b><i>Where'd You Go, Bernadette?</i> by Maria Semple</b><br />
Bernadette is an eccentric middle-aged mom who disappears,<b> </b>leaving her precocious 13-year-old daughter, Bee, and clueless husband behind. Bee begins examining the events that occurred leading up to the disappearance in order to find out what happened. Told through multiple points of view, letters, e-mails, bills, etc., the mystery unfolds brilliantly piece by piece. And the author hilariously parodies Seattle hipsters, private school parents, and Microsoft employees. This is one of the best books I've read in a while. It's hilarious, quirky, smart, and poignant. <br />
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<b><i>The Book Thief</i> by Markus Zusak </b><br />
This was my pick for book club because I already owned it but hadn't read it. It's another young adult novel, although it's quite long and deals with a very serious subject. It's narrated by Death and tells the story of a young German girl who's given into foster care by her mother during World War II. The girl's foster family ends up sheltering a young Jewish man, whom she befriends and bonds with over a love of reading and words. I've read many Holocaust books, and I appreciated that this one was told from the point of view of a German family. It helped me to see that the distinction between "good" people and "bad" people is not black and white and really made me question how I react when I know about injustices that are going on around me. But again, I think this one might have been hyped up too much. I enjoyed it, but I felt like it dragged in places and was sometimes heavy-handed. <b> </b>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13620797927505404645noreply@blogger.com1