10 months!

Posted on | August 31, 2009 | 1 Comment

double digits. really?

stand by me.

Posted on | August 28, 2009 | 5 Comments

today Harper pulled herself up for the first time ever. i just happened to be videotaping her playing with some toys. yay – caught on tape! pretty proud of myself that i’ve caught her first ever laugh and now first ever pull-up on video. after this initial pull-up, she then mastered it and is pulling up on everything.

3 years

Posted on | August 28, 2009 | 7 Comments

i’m a few days late on this one, but hey, it happens. wednesday scot and i celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary. time flies! GG watched the monster while the 2 of us headed of to Palisade in seattle to enjoy a tasty din din.

so crazy to think about how far we’ve come. at dinner we reminisced about our dating days (only 4 months of that before we got engaged!), the wedding, all the things we’ve done since getting married, and of course our crowning glory, harper paige. i’ll never forget the love and support we had surrounding us that weekend 3 years ago. tears everywhere as alex gave the best best-man speech ever created. friends and family from miles away all in the same place at the same time to celebrate us. so awesome.

confirmed: i need therapy.

Posted on | August 22, 2009 | 10 Comments

so remember when Harper grabbed a leaf, stuffed it in her mouth, and promply choked on it? apparently, it really caused me some trauma (i should have known when that same night, i had a horrible nightmare about it, woke up in tears and was inconsolable by my poor, exhausted, confused husband). it really sucks that that happened right as H was starting to self feed herself puffs and mum-mums, because everytime she is eating said snacks, i sit *this close* to her face, watching her every bite, convinced she is again choking. yeah, you’re reading the blog of a crazy lady.

today we took a trip to the mall, and i swung by the baby section of Nordstrom and picked up Harper Sophie la Girafe. i let her hold the box with Sophie in it and when i gave it to the sales lady to ring up – total and complete loss of composure on my kid’s part. holy melt down. big aligator tears, quivering lip, silent cry – until the breath comes and then very un-silent…the works. the lady quickly handed the box back to Harper and she calmed down. phew. i let her hold it as i finished up, headed to the elevator and ordered at the bistro. i go to sit down at a table, pull the stroller up next to me and glance down at Harper. she has nommed a corner of the box off. in my blind panic, i don’t even look to see if she’s in trouble, i just instinctively stick my finger in her mouth and violently sweep the back of her throat. she screams. bloody. murder. i swoop her up and cuddle her. the piece of the cardboard falls off her shirt as i pick her up. i am insane. certifiable. get my room next to Busey lined up for me. good lord.

luckily she calmed down quickly, but i spent the rest of lunch contemplating my state of paranoia. had the whole leaf thing never happened, i don’t think i’d be half this crazy. and poor nugget has to pay the price – a mother toddling on the edge of insanity. fantastic. on a happier note, she lurves Sophie. and she had better, she’s one of the most overpriced toys she owns.  but i’d let her snuggle a stack of 100 dollar bills if it made her happy (oh yeah, and if i had one to give her…).

she is also fully rejecting sippy cups. i’m not using the word rejecting lightly – like push it out of her mouth, throw it on the floor and look at me like i’m trying to kill her with a plastic drinking apparatus. this chick is addicted to her bottle. so when Harper is 32, drinking from a dr. browns bottle (her doing) and not eating anything but mashed bananas and sweet potatoes (my doing), you’d have heard it here first as to why.