This post is looooong overdue and has been just sitting in my drafts waiting to have pictures attached to it. But since I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to clean the house and keep an eye on my all-too-inquisitive crawler, the pictures haven't even made it to my computer until now.
When I was a kidlet my dad was left home to watch my brother and me and gave us licorice in the absence of my mom. Needless to say she came home to red licorice stains all over us..at least I think that's how the story goes.
So I wanted to do the same and see just how messy the red stuff actually was. Believe me, it's messsssssy. Sage loved it however and I let her eat almost half of a stick. Shame on me I know, but I'm not one of those mothers who doesn't allow her child sweets, and I only listen to the doctors about half of the time when it comes to what to eat and when.
So here is my child covered in the slimy, red, sticky stuff called licorice. Love it.
I'm pretty sure she enjoyed every last bite, what do you think? Happy Friday!
My urge to get rid of my cabin fever and bring on Spring finally got us out of the house this afternoon. I've wanted to take Sage to the park for months and finally felt like it was warm enough to pull out our stroller and head on over.
I was SO excited to put Sage in the swings and see how she reacted to being up in the air with the wind blowing in her face. I didn't quite get the reaction I wanted but we had fun nonetheless.
We hung out on the swings for awhile before heading over to the slides, merry-go-round, and the motorcycles then decided to head back home because the wind was getting a bit nippy.
I find it unfortunate that I'm the only one who gets to be this girls mother..the rest of you are missing out, seriously.
and a quick video to show off her "less than thrilled" reaction..
It really has been awhile that the miss has been crawling..like 4 weeks..and I'm just now getting around to documenting it for my "few" blog readers to see. It really is the cutest thing in the world.
She's figured out that at the top of the stairs there is cat food and she really -likes- it. Luckily I've caught her in the act every time and she's never actually eaten it..just grabbed a handful and attempted to shove it all in her mouth. The reason I bring this up is because the other day I caught her heading for the bowl and very kindly told her "no no." To which her response was a smirk as she took off crawling like a bullet for the kitty food.
She's already ignoring me and I think it's hilarious.
Anyways here is a short little video of her in the act. I love it.
There Sage was, sleeping so sound. I had just pulled into the drive, successfully turned the car off without waking her, and shut the door. I unlocked the house, went back to get Sage, and was just unbuckling her when THE PHONE RINGS!
Some stupid people from some dumb honors society want me to update my mortar board status..what the bleepety bleep! And this isn't the first time, oh no, its the 3rd time. Stop calling me!
And stop waking up my child.
I'm almost ready to call them back and give them a piece of my mind..why I oughta.
Can you believe it? Nine months. Those 9 months that I was pregnant seemed like they lasted forever and went by so quickly at the same time.
Now here my little one is, 9 months old, and it seems like just yesterday she was barely born and so dependent on me. Now she crawls all over the freaking house getting into crinkled leaves, pulling the kitty tails, and trying to chew on cords.
And I love her.
So much more than I ever could have imagined.
And I'm so grateful to her for teaching me new firsts. She made me a mother for the first time. And she taught me what it was like to love someone so much more than myself. She'll be the first to introduce me to kindergarten, and the first to introduce me to teenager-Dom and the first to introduce me to dating.
I'm so looking forward to those days but relishing these sweet moments when I can kiss her whenever I want and always get one in return. And when I don't have to listen to her talking back to me.
This girl is going to be an independent spit-fire. I can already tell.