Saturday, July 21, 2007

Cady's can was in the can!

I was blow drying my hair the other day and I thought I heard crying. I turned off my dryer and sure enough it was her. I ran to see what was the matter and this is what I found. I probably *should* have gotten her out right away, but the camera was in the bathroom charging so I couldn't resist!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Cady is an ar-teest!

Well, I've already admitted that I was pretty much Cady's canvas during her paint project. But admist her human art project, she did manage to splash a little paint on the appropriated canvases. The projects are now done and on display at Tastes, a fellow Highland's Family's Wine Bar. This Sunday the art will be auctioned off to raise money for the Little Sprouts program which is a program at a near-by community center. They have Toddler programs for Art, swimming, gymnastics and more
Check out the second picture in particular. That's the one Cady had her "hand" in the most. If you study it for a minute you can see all kinds of pictures within the painting. Kind of like watching clouds!






Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Hoarding Corner

Cady has a little corner that we like to call the hoarding corner. The hoarding corner is a nice little private place situated between the couch and the television. You really can't see what is going on in that corner unless you are standing right in front of it. The only thing in that corner is Cady's chair and usually there are some forbidden objects. The other day it was a bag of doritos that she stole out of the trash. I went over to see what she was doing and she was sitting in her chair munching on some doritos that I knew I threw away. At other times it's a random pen, paper or other forbidden object. This morning it was her most coveted item from her daddy's desk drawer.....the coin wrappers and his frisbees. Here's a little peek into the hoarding corner.




Summer Fun

Remember the good old days of playing in the sprinkler?







Thursday, July 12, 2007

Naughty Words II

Let me preface by saying that I really have tried to clean up my language but after over two decades of swearing, it's really hard. Well, Cady has picked up the S H I T word that I use. It's probably the only bad word I use now and the only time I use it is when I drop something or hurt myself or get frustrated. And Cady has learned to use it in the same context. I went to the Children's Museum this morning with my friend Rob and his daughter and we were dying laughing (not so that Cady could see us) because Cady was crawling up a really challenging incline with fake tree roots and everytime she would get stuck she would yell, SH*T!! Is it true that if I ignore it it'll probably go away or has she stumbled upon a really satisfying word. I guess I would be less worried if she just said it at random, but so far everytime she has used it is at a time that she drops something or gets stuck. I'm inclined to trick her and whenever she says it, point at my shirt (or hers) and say, "Yes Cady! Good job, shirt!!"

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Art Class Take 2

It's becoming more and more apparent that the personality that Cady was born with is here to stay. I think the colic was a symptom of a big personality born in a little body. She is a spirited little thing! She's wonderful...just very spirited.

I took Cady to her first art class last week and it didn't go well. It's constructed for kids under two. The teacher first reads a story. Everyone in the group sat and listened. Cady stole the teachers prop bag, walked to the door with it and started yelling bye and waving as though she was leaving. Ooookay!

Then it was time to do art every single child fingerpainted with their parents. Cady put it in her mouth, took a huge glob and flung it and then started signing all done. She refused to do any more art and spent the rest of the time toddling around the room as far from the art as possible, inspecting everything. Oooookay!

Then toward the end, the bathroom door was open while people were washing their kids. I saw the toilet the same time as Cady and we both went running. As I was running after her, a mom and her little girl cut me off, totally oblivious to my sense of urgency, and I had to try and get around them. Then as I got to the door, a little girl closed the door on me. So by the time I get in, a mom has Cady and says in this really disapproving tone, "She was playing in the dirty toilet". Really???

I would never wish Cady to be any different because I absolutely LOVE her spirit! So what if art is not her thing, right? But I had this flash forward vision of a little girl in Kindergarten who is scooping the class goldfish out of his bowl or putting paste in someone's hair while everyone else is painting! Sometimes I'm envious like when we went to the spray park with all of Cady's little friends and all the kids played in the spray fountains. I spent the whole time running after Cady who found that walking into shops and greeting people was a better use of her time. Or I envy my friend Deb who can put her daughter in the backpack while we are hiking. Cady is the most wonderful, sensitive, sweet baby in the world but she has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to do what it takes to get her needs met.

My initial thought was to drop out of art class. But then I figured, we already paid the $20 so why not go back and just take it slow. If she doesn't want to do art, maybe make it a goal to just have her sit with me while others do art.

So today we went back to art class. Today the kids were painting canvases with brushes and there was one giant canvas that they could walk on, paint brush, finger paint, or whatever. It's for a fundraiser and will be auctioned off. We stayed for about 15 minutes instead of the full hour. Cady did manage to paint, not the canvas, but she did a nice job painting the area around the canvas. She also tasted a lot of paint, laughed herself silly by brushing orange paint on my face, and fell down a lot in the slippery paint. There was only one other parent with paint on them and she had a SPOT on her thigh and her hip. Some of the other babies were nearly spotless. The only baby that wasn't was a friend of Cady's who was painting his entire body. Of course they got along fabulously!
These pictures were taken AFTER the instructor wiped Cady down a bit and AFTER I washed my own face!






Wednesday, July 4, 2007

See how they've grown....

The babies in the pictures are babies from our dinner group. The first pics are from October 2006 when Cady was only six months old. Pictured are Cady, Mack, Emma and Hailey.



Then December 2006 when Cady was eight months old. Pictured are Cady, Emma, Sammy and Makenzie







Finally, these are from yesterday. Look how toddler-ish and unbaby-like these guys are. :0( Pictured are Cady, Emma, Taylor, Makenzie, Hailey and I'm not sure who is at the end because they had just arrived.


Monday, July 2, 2007

Sandals wanted

Cady LOVES her jelly sandals. One of the first things she does in the morning is brings me her jellies so that she can wear them around the house regardless of whether or not she is only wearing a diaper. They have a nice thick sole and make a great sound when she stomps her feet...which she does all the time when she is wearing them.

Okay, forgive me for the paragraps that follow. I completely recognize this as a neurotic mom moment that I never thought I'd have. One of just many I'm sure.

Cady is outgrowing her sandals!! The problem is that they only go to size 3 and she is moving into a 4, otherwise I would just go back to Target and buy the same sandal in a 4.

So, a request of my friends and family. If you should be out shopping and you find anything even slightly resembling the shoes pictured below, please buy them on the spot. You will be reimbursed and more importantly you will be highly revered by Cady.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Silly Question...

So, Rob asks me, "Did you put Cady to bed naked?" The answer being, "Of course not." Well, here is why he asked(thankfully, the crib bar made for a perfectly tasteful photo).

Camping=Relaxation....right????

It seems as though any time we go somewhere, Cady has a really difficult time adjusting. She was a bear in Wisconsin, she was a bear at Kara's wedding in Ft. Collins and she was a bear camping. In her defense, she is getting some new teeth in and was drooling buckets the entire time. Not to mention her stomach was rock-hard and she had terrible gas, but all in all, she starting to show her colors as a girl who really enjoys the comforts of home.

We got to the site Friday late afternoon and got set up. Cady was fine with this part. There were dogs to visit at the next site and one of the couples that we were camping with had two dogs as well. She was in heaven for a moment. We were camping with two other couples with children (4 kids in all under the age of 20 months), a couple without kids and a single guy.

The first night we had some dinner (Philly Cheese Steak Sandwiches, these people can cook!!) and sat around by the campfire. We could not lay Cady down w/o her screaming her head off. Normally we might let her cry it out for a few, but being in a strange tent in a strange place is a little freaky. So I held Cady by the campire until nearly midnight when she finally passed out in my arms. She slept between us in the tent and woke up AT LEAST 10 times that night crying.

Day 2-Zucchini and steak breakfast burritos (did I mention that these people can cook?) Cady woke up grouchy and stayed grouchy all day. I literally could NOT PUT HER DOWN for a moment. And I was the only one allowed to hold her. It was a pretty challenging day. Fortunately Cady did succumb to a nap in the tent when Rob took her in and laid down with her. We "relaxed" in our chairs all day and Cady got absolutely filthy the few times I was allowed to put her down. For dinner we had baked potatoes, teriyaki chicken and sauteed veggies (I might have mentioned that these people can cook) and Cady, who already shared her wealth of dirt with me, also managed to coat me in chicken, oil, veggies, sour cream, name it! We again tried to lay her down for bed to no avail, so again I held her by the campfire and for three solid hours, our fellow campers commented on how she could hardly keep her eyes open. She quit fighting around 11 and finally fell asleep in my arms. She woke up at LEAST 10 times that night as well.

Day 3-We woke up to screaming children. Cady, who didn't sleep well, was still asleep. Rob and I on the other hand were wide awake at the crack of dawn to the sounds of toddlers who were expressing their discontent for this camping, as Cady would say, CRAP!! I got up and got ready and waited for my better 2/3 to get up and moving. They did, we packed and we high-tailed it out of there along with the other parents before we could be presented by a signed petition by the entire camp ground.

After we arrived home and Cady had a bath, she was back to her charming self. Running nekky around the house screaming and just so darn happy to be home!











And the dirty award goes to Ms. Emma!