This is Kiersten. She is now 8 months old. Can you believe it? She is a very good baby. A little too good; a few months ago I realized that she wanted my attention as Meagan does, but she is definitely not a squeaky wheel. I now make sure to sit on the floor and play with her one-on-one as much as I do Meg (who is a squeaky wheel.) It has paid off. She gets more sparkly by the day. You can see how much she loves life just by looking in her eyes. She giggles and laughs at almost everything I do with her (pat-a-cake, singing songs etc...) and is just a fun, fun baby.
And here is Meagan. Meg is a little fireball. She seems to be all in or all out with everything she does, and she adores her baby sister. She will often coach me on taking care of "Keerten' or 'baby.' "Mommy, mommy baby cying, baby cying" or "Mommy keerten wanna go ouyside." "Keerten dirty. Hurry washcoth hurry."
The other day Kiersten was taking all the toys out of the toybox. "Keerten no make mess. Baby stop peese baby stop"
Me: "Its ok Meg. She can play with toys"
"Keerten mess big mess" Meg was sounding very distressed at this point.
"Mommy will help clean up in a minute. It's OK if Kiersten gets the toys out."
Meg then starts to sing the clean up song to Kiersten, and rushes around throwing toys back in the toybox. Kiersten thinks this is great and giggles, but continues to get toys out. Meagan is thrilled that Kiersten laughed at her "Meagan funny, mommy. Meagan funny."
Meagan's brain or her body is visibly going all the time. She watches everything I do carefully and tries to replicate it. One night she woke up in the middle of the night, got out her toys and played for a while, made herself a peanut butter and honey sandwich, got a cheese stick out of the fridge, got herself a drink of water and then went and got all of her bedding and made a bed for herself in my bedroom. I woke up while she was in my room making her bed and told her to go to sleep. I didn't want to go upstairs and remake her bed at 3am so I let her sleep on my floor. The next morning I found the fridge wide open; bread, peanut butter and honey open on the kitchen counter; half of a mangled looking pb & j sandwich, a squashed, unopened cheese stick with bites in it, and several little piles of toys scattered around the house. It scared me that I didn't hear her, and I was also afraid she might get out at night. Now I pile stuff in front of the front door so she can't open it without me hearing (the backdoor deadbolt is hard to do and the back gate is locked so it doesn't worry me.) Unfortunately ever since that night she often gets up in the middle of the night, but now she comes straight to my room and tries to crawl in bed with us. If I am awake I promptly take her back to her own bed.
The other day Kiersten was taking all the toys out of the toybox. "Keerten no make mess. Baby stop peese baby stop"
Me: "Its ok Meg. She can play with toys"
"Keerten mess big mess" Meg was sounding very distressed at this point.
"Mommy will help clean up in a minute. It's OK if Kiersten gets the toys out."
Meg then starts to sing the clean up song to Kiersten, and rushes around throwing toys back in the toybox. Kiersten thinks this is great and giggles, but continues to get toys out. Meagan is thrilled that Kiersten laughed at her "Meagan funny, mommy. Meagan funny."
Meagan's brain or her body is visibly going all the time. She watches everything I do carefully and tries to replicate it. One night she woke up in the middle of the night, got out her toys and played for a while, made herself a peanut butter and honey sandwich, got a cheese stick out of the fridge, got herself a drink of water and then went and got all of her bedding and made a bed for herself in my bedroom. I woke up while she was in my room making her bed and told her to go to sleep. I didn't want to go upstairs and remake her bed at 3am so I let her sleep on my floor. The next morning I found the fridge wide open; bread, peanut butter and honey open on the kitchen counter; half of a mangled looking pb & j sandwich, a squashed, unopened cheese stick with bites in it, and several little piles of toys scattered around the house. It scared me that I didn't hear her, and I was also afraid she might get out at night. Now I pile stuff in front of the front door so she can't open it without me hearing (the backdoor deadbolt is hard to do and the back gate is locked so it doesn't worry me.) Unfortunately ever since that night she often gets up in the middle of the night, but now she comes straight to my room and tries to crawl in bed with us. If I am awake I promptly take her back to her own bed.
The other night I heard her come down again. I was laying in bed annoyed with her and trying to come up with a new, hopefully more effective strategy for keeping her in her own bed (suggestions welcome) when she climbed into the foot of my bed, gave my legs a big hug, the top of my foot a kiss, let out a contented sigh. rolled over and snuggled up. My heart melted and I fell asleep before I was able to figure out what to do.
Kiersten on the other hand, though adept and fast at getting around, is excited when she reaches her destination. When she sees someone or something she wants she smiles, sometimes giggles, and then gets a more serious look on her face, tucks her head and crawls as fast as she can to get there. Once she is there she sits and plays quietly and happily for quite a few minutes.This observation has made me think about myself, how I can learn to throughly enjoy the journies and destinations of my life, and even about God's plan for my life.
This was actually posted by Trudy. I just didn't realize Kate was logged in.
Sweet post. Glad I actually logged into blogger tonight.
ReplyDeletewow that is so... cute .
ReplyDeletethis is Tigger (kate)