Friday, August 6, 2010

ONE YEAR!!!

It's been forever, well five months, and I haven't updated. It's amazing how time gets away from you.
Layla is one now! I still can not believe how fast this year has flown by. In a year's time, she has evolved into her own little person and sometimes it is NOT good. :-) She is still a sweety, but she will not hesitate to let the world know when she is mad. A week ago, I told her Nana that she is now Queen of the Temper Tantrums. Her Nana said, "Oh no. Not with me she won't." At the time, I was thinking "Yes, with YOU she will." And like any other good, faithful daughter, she didn't let me down. The first time she visited Nana after that conversation, she let her have it. I mean ROYALLY. Apparently she was upset that bath time was over, so she threw herself backwards--classic fit fashion-- and proceeded to kick her way into oblivion. Really. She hit her head on the tub. All was well, but Nana called Tim at work, flustered, and eager to report the action. All I was thinking was, "I told you so."
She yells "STOP!" for two reasons. When you're doing something to her that she doesn't approve of (ie dressing, diapering, nose cleanings), and when SHE is doing something she knows we won't approve of (ie banging on the tv, throwing food on the floor).


There is never a dull day.

She loves to mock people, pretending she is rubbing lotion on her arms and hands, drinking coffee, typing on the laptop, or talking on the phone. She LOVES to read, and it fills me with joy to watch her read, play, and explore.

She had her one year appointment on the 26th of July, and I'm happy to report that she is 21 lbs (50th percentile) and the 90th percentile for height. Her devlopment is normal, and her pedi says "You wouldn't even know she was a preemie!"

We spent her birthday in Galveston and celebrated with family. It was definitely a great weekend, and she was phenomenal on the road trip!

Quotes



These are the years, the gentle years,the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers reach and touch
and little eyes gaze with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly and so so much,
these are the gentle years.

These are the years, the rainbow years, the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch with misty eyes the tiny bed
where a cherub lies,
these are the rainbow years.

These are the years, the tender years, the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasure from above
is the soul and purpose and center of your plans and dreams and dearest love,
these are the tender years.

- Barbara Burrow
 

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