Sometimes I see a glimpse of a much older Esmé. Small moments that reveal so much about her personality and what type of person she'll grow to be. Two is a fun age, but I'm really excited to know her as she gets older. I can only imagine that my adoration of her will grow over time as she discovers the world and herself. As she learns how to fit in and stand out, how to love and to fight, and how to fill the space around her.
This moment here: sprawled on her bed, nose in a book, legs swinging. My little teenager.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tell It Like It Is
As Esmé's vocabulary has been increasing, she has started to say such funny things. I've been really excited for this stage because I love hearing all the silly and clever things that come out of young kids' mouths. Although Esmé is nowhere near coming up with the gems like my LovelyMonkey nephews, I'd like to remember some of my favourites.
Kyle: "Do you want to go swimming today?"
Esmé: "But the water's cold."
K: "Do you still want to go?"
E: "Sure! I'll just wear a sweater."
E: "Mom, can you eat like a dinosaur like this?"
I try a bite.
E: "Good job, Mom! But keep practicing."
A man gets on the elevator and has one of those moustaches that curl up on the ends. Esmé points to the man and yells: "Look, Mom! That man is funny!" Awkward elevator ride to follow.
Early in my pregnancy when I was nauseous and threw up for the first time, Esmé was quite intrigued. I don't think she had seen me or anyone else throw up before. So she stood right next to me making observations.
Esmé: "Mom, you are coughing into the toilet?"
Me: Ack, cough, "No, honey," gag, "I'm barfing."
E: "Oh, you're barfing like a cat?"
Me: Gag, "No, it's not a hairball."
She watches me for a bit and then strokes my shoulder, "It's okay Mommy, it's okay."
I suddenly felt better...
After church one day:
E: "When the baby comes can we put it in a basket and throw it in the river like Moses?"
E: "Can I have some milk?"
Me: I nod with "Mm Hmm."
E: "Mom, talk with using your mouth."
Linguistics from a 2 yr old?
Her "I love you" is getting longer and longer as she adds on something new every few weeks. Now it's, "I love you so much, in all the world, all the time, in his hands, and in a chair." (I have no idea.)
Kyle: "Do you want to go swimming today?"
Esmé: "But the water's cold."
K: "Do you still want to go?"
E: "Sure! I'll just wear a sweater."
E: "Mom, can you eat like a dinosaur like this?"
I try a bite.
E: "Good job, Mom! But keep practicing."
A man gets on the elevator and has one of those moustaches that curl up on the ends. Esmé points to the man and yells: "Look, Mom! That man is funny!" Awkward elevator ride to follow.
Early in my pregnancy when I was nauseous and threw up for the first time, Esmé was quite intrigued. I don't think she had seen me or anyone else throw up before. So she stood right next to me making observations.
Esmé: "Mom, you are coughing into the toilet?"
Me: Ack, cough, "No, honey," gag, "I'm barfing."
E: "Oh, you're barfing like a cat?"
Me: Gag, "No, it's not a hairball."
She watches me for a bit and then strokes my shoulder, "It's okay Mommy, it's okay."
I suddenly felt better...
After church one day:
E: "When the baby comes can we put it in a basket and throw it in the river like Moses?"
E: "Can I have some milk?"
Me: I nod with "Mm Hmm."
E: "Mom, talk with using your mouth."
Linguistics from a 2 yr old?
Her "I love you" is getting longer and longer as she adds on something new every few weeks. Now it's, "I love you so much, in all the world, all the time, in his hands, and in a chair." (I have no idea.)
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
The Cost of Quiet
As the saying goes, if it's quiet, then they are probably getting into something they shouldn't. But sometimes I love that quiet moment a little too much. It's a fine balance between how much I need that moment to myself and how much time I want to spend repairing/cleaning the damage.
This time though, was probably a time that I really should have been a little more attentive. After deciding that the few minutes of peace were a bit too long and too quiet, I found Esmé in my bedroom. She had found my paramedic scissors. The heavy duty ones that can cut through seat belts, and I bet little fingers. And somehow she managed to figure them out and alter her pyjamas while keeping all 10 fingers. Oh, the guilt of a negligent mom!
This time though, was probably a time that I really should have been a little more attentive. After deciding that the few minutes of peace were a bit too long and too quiet, I found Esmé in my bedroom. She had found my paramedic scissors. The heavy duty ones that can cut through seat belts, and I bet little fingers. And somehow she managed to figure them out and alter her pyjamas while keeping all 10 fingers. Oh, the guilt of a negligent mom!
Friday, August 3, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
The Best Part of Pregnancy
(Although when I get out of the car I do feel the need to draw attention to my belly with a little rub and an extra waddle, just in case anyone thinks I'm cheating.)
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Sugar and Spice vs. Snakes and Snails
This week I will be going in for the 20 week ultrasound which means we will be finding out the gender next week! (Along with other info like if the baby has limbs, a heart, and other minor things.)
So now is your chance to put your clairvoyance skills to the test. Tell me, what do you think? Boy or Girl?
I'll give you some hints:
1. Apparently people who take a lot of plane flights, like pilots, have a much greater tendency toward having girls. We've been on lots of flights. Hundreds of hours in the sky, exposed to the sun's boy-sperm-killing radiation.
2. The heart rate last time I was at the Midwife was 165 bmp. They say that a higher heart rate like this means a girl.
3. The other two heart rates that were taken earlier in the pregnancy were 150 bpm. They say that a lower heart rate at that point in pregnancy means a boy.
4. They say that you can tell the gender by how you carry it. Mine is being carried mostly in the middle area.
5. I've pretty much thought that it's a boy this pregnancy. Except for a couple weeks ago when I suddenly thought it was a girl. I thought Esmé was a girl at first but then thought she was a boy for many weeks too.
6. Esmé wants a brother. She says it's a boy.
7. Kyle says he needs a male to be his heir.
8. Lestat says it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, he'll still be neglected and nearly starve to death again all while enduring verbal abuse / being beaten with a sock whenever he meows near the sleeping baby.
So I hope that clears up any confusion about the gender. Cast your votes now! And get ready for the big reveal next week.
So now is your chance to put your clairvoyance skills to the test. Tell me, what do you think? Boy or Girl?
I'll give you some hints:
1. Apparently people who take a lot of plane flights, like pilots, have a much greater tendency toward having girls. We've been on lots of flights. Hundreds of hours in the sky, exposed to the sun's boy-sperm-killing radiation.
2. The heart rate last time I was at the Midwife was 165 bmp. They say that a higher heart rate like this means a girl.
3. The other two heart rates that were taken earlier in the pregnancy were 150 bpm. They say that a lower heart rate at that point in pregnancy means a boy.
4. They say that you can tell the gender by how you carry it. Mine is being carried mostly in the middle area.
5. I've pretty much thought that it's a boy this pregnancy. Except for a couple weeks ago when I suddenly thought it was a girl. I thought Esmé was a girl at first but then thought she was a boy for many weeks too.
6. Esmé wants a brother. She says it's a boy.
7. Kyle says he needs a male to be his heir.
8. Lestat says it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, he'll still be neglected and nearly starve to death again all while enduring verbal abuse / being beaten with a sock whenever he meows near the sleeping baby.
So I hope that clears up any confusion about the gender. Cast your votes now! And get ready for the big reveal next week.
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