"Slowly... slowly... very... slowly... creeps the... garden... snail!" She didn't know I was watching her as she crept her fingers up her arm in snail-like fashion, the way I do when I sing this song to her. With extreme concentration and focus, and a dramatic pause preceding each word, she managed to sing this line… Continue reading Stella says.
On Saturday, Stella demanded "more pie." Then on Sunday, after spying the gleaming white Trophy Cupcake bakery box, she shouted "CUH-CAKES!" Today, she's been crying out for "BAGEL!" I'd read in The Scientist in the Crib that "around 18 months" is a time of unbelievably fast development, including a "naming explosion" wherein the child can… Continue reading 18 months
Stella says "Thank you." Originally uploaded by codatious1 I wanted to share a few of Stella's latest tricks... She not only uses the more sign (that's old hat) but she says "more", with the inflection of a question, while she does it. She's starting to string words together. Stella says, "Thank you!" a lot. We… Continue reading Look what Stella can do!
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?
I have somehow neglected to mention that Stella is now enjoying dairy. Holy cow! Yep, it appears that Stella has outgrown her cow's milk protein intolerance. Or, who knows, maybe she never had it and something else in my milk was bothering her--like toxic waste. Toxic waste from my boobs. We may never know. I'm… Continue reading Cow’s milk and other assorted beverages
Stella turned one on Monday. I should probably say something really profound and eloquent and heartfelt but all I keep thinking to myself is "HOLY SHITBALLS!" Over and over and over. Okay, I'll say that after 12 mind-blowing months, it feels like heaven to see her thriving, running, throwing, walking, laughing, smiling, waving, chowing, bye-bye-ing… Continue reading Stella Enters Single Digits
Stella's father (Cody) and I met playing basketball. He was one of two men on our team, and ours was the only team in the league with women. Yep, it was a men's league and we bitches crashed the party. They were GUYS, and even though most of us played some college ball (granted, division… Continue reading Let the games begin!
I haven't posted in so long because I'm lazy. But also, I needed to take a break and discover a new direction. So, this blog will probably change, and soon. But all the helpful resources pertaining to feeding issues will remain, and I hope that they continue to help and comfort people. The thing is,… Continue reading Steps in a new direction
I should be blogging often as Stella is giving me tons of Grade A writing material. She took her first steps last week and is getting four new teeth (all at once). But I'm feeling pretty depressed lately, so every time I go to write, I quickly tire and say to myself, "Why bother?" It's… Continue reading *Overly dramatic sigh*
Sometimes I worry (shocking, I know) that Stella and I don't venture out often enough for grand adventures. You know, to the Woodland Park Zoo or Pike Place Market. But then I turn on the vacuum or open the refrigerator door, and she goes absolutely bonkers with joy and excitement, and suddenly I'm certain in… Continue reading Well nourished