I found a craft that originally called for painted rocks and an egg carton. I modified that idea into, what I call, a “color box” for Mila.
1. I hot glued cardboard pieces onto the bottom of a shoe box to create 4 sections.
2. Mila and I went “rock hunting”. We took a bucket and headed outside to find the perfect rocks. Mila absolutely loved this part and I loved that she could help.
3. I painted the rocks in 4 different colors, each corresponding to the colors on the box lid.
4. I made four holes and painted the lid to the box in 4 different colors. I used a paint-marker to write the colors on the box and sprayed it all with acrylic paint sealer/varnish to complete the project.
I had to use several coats of paint on the box lid and as you can see, it’s not perfect. It serves its purpose and really, a toddler doesn’t mind.
Mila loves playing with rocks, so this was perfect for her. She also loves popping the rocks through the holes then taking the lid off and grabbing all the rocks out from inside. I’m pretty proud of this project. 🙂
All proper projects require adequate testing before completion.
My mother used to sing this to me when I was little. I now sing it to Mila, (in my off-key voice).
This song triggers something inside of me and can make my cheeks instantly wet if I’m not careful, (really, the lyrics are a bit depressing but she is my sunshine).
Days go by way too fast. I thought being busy at work made the time fly. Now with no deadlines, minimal stress and only enjoyment with my baby, they seem to fly by even faster.
The older your child gets, the more interesting your pocket-findings become.
I remember being little and asking my mom when my voice would change. She laughed at me and said that only happens with little boys. I was disappointed because I didn’t much like the voice I was given.
I think about this occasionally when I hear Mila speak. She has such a sing-song voice. It’s so pretty and I hope it stays that way for her.
This seems to be a common theme with babies and toddlers. Here are a few things I’ve learned in the past couple of months.
- Your food will never again be yours. You will share everything you have only because your baby wants it simply because you have it.
- First you can’t eat because your baby is screaming for your attention. Then you can’t eat because your baby is screaming for her own. Finally, it gets to the point that you can’t eat because your baby is screaming for your food.
- Eat the same thing as your baby. Unless you like sharing most of your meal or you don’t want to eat it.
A mother has a super-nose that can smell a poopy diaper from yards away. Truly.
Why would you give your child something that you wouldn’t even eat?
Now don’t get me wrong, I prefer not to eat brussel-sprouts, however, I wouldn’t stop Mila from eating them – or anything that was good for her. However, when it comes to processed foods, I’m not a fan. I prefer to give my child foods that I prepare fresh whenever possible.
I was given a few containers of toddler prepared meals* and thought, oh what the heck, let’s try it. Mila wouldn’t touch it. She turned her head and yelled, “no-no-no!” So, I gave it a shot. Wow. It’s gross!
*Really, how can this food be any good when it’s sitting on a shelf for who-knows-how-long AND doesn’t need refrigeration?!
(And no, I don’t mean those crazy kids from the 90s that wore their clothes backwards…)
You will at some point put your daughter’s shoes on backwards…and not notice.
For me, this happened a few weeks ago and Dan noticed. Whoops! Then I did it again the other day. We were in a store when Mila decided she no longer wanted her shoes. Ok, no big deal, she’s in the shopping cart. As we are checking out, I put her shoes back on, loaded the cart and walked outside. This is what I found right before I got to the car:
January 31, 2013.
16 and a half months.
Now how many people were in line behind me, laughing?
The other day I fell over a baby gate attempting to climb over it and get into the next room. Yup, smack! Right on my knees. I assure you it was no laughing matter, however it must have looked great because my cousin wouldn’t stop laughing.
Since my knees are now all beat up, I notice every time I use them or am on them: giving Mila a bath, rocking her to sleep, sitting her on my lap and trott-trott-trotting, crawling on the floor chasing her, kneeling down to play with her, and so on, you get the picture.