Sunday, July 30, 2017

Conversations with Farrah // Episode 2


My oh my, is Farrah growing and changing so much and so quickly.  She keeps us busy, that is for sure.  I have absolutely loved this stage since she's turned two.  She has finally stopped being anti-daddy and she will cuddle somewhat (usually when she's watching cartoons on the tablet).

She talks a lot, so much, and her vocabulary is so big.  She just recently switched from saying "help you" when she wanted help, to "help me."  This made me a little sad.  She has learned big words such as finished and delicious.  She will repeat what she is saying over and over until she is acknowledged, but you have to say exactly what she's trying to say or it will upset her.  

She was talking so much during one of Kylie's softball games, nonstop, asking for popsicles and jabbering about the girl in the way at the concession stand and the boy on the bike and wanting to play with rocks and asking for her drink and dropping Lambie and asking where Kylie was and on and on.  Eventually some people around us looked at us and I said I was sorry and they all laughed and said that's nothing to be sorry about.  One lady said her husband had said, "She's actually making me want a popsicle myself." 

She talks about how she drank milk from Mommy's boobies when she was a baby, a lot.  And she was asking about Daddy's nipples and I was trying to explain the difference to her.  I picked her up at daycare the other day and she pointed out my boobies and her teacher, Emily, said, "Yeah, she's been talking about boobies all day.  She's very talkative."

She never wants to sleep, but then she sleeps really great.  We had a set back on the night time sleep when we attempted the big girl bed, but more on that in another post.  

I keep jotting down notes I want to write about.  Before she turns 16 next week (seems like), I want to remember her at 2!  She loves playing hide and seek and she usually hides in the same spot over and over and she'll giggle while she's being searched for.  As she was searching for Kylie the other day, she noticed where Kylie was obviously hiding and instead of finding her, she said, "ummm, where are you?" just like we do when we are pretend looking for her!

She's starting to tell little fibs like she says she sees something before we even get close to it: I see it!  or she said Kaden hit her the other day when she wanted him to go to "time out," and that Nana and Papa's black cat bit me when it had only rubbed her leg lovingly


She likes watching Bubble Guppies and Roar and Mickey Mouse.  She has enjoyed some Blues Clues and Dora, and she has just discovered Peppa Pig.  She loves to swim and help me water flowers and help spray and wash the coffee table and just about anything you'll let her spray.  She loves to wrestle, wrestle, wrestle with Daddy each evening.  

She is moody and unpredictable.  She is like a sleeping dog, you leave her alone when she's pleasant because she is likely to switch moods entirely for no reason. 

She is bubbly and sweet when she's happy, and when she turns down my offer for something, she'll check, Mommy, you happy?  You not sad?  to make sure she didn't hurt my feelings.  She calls the four wheeler four wheeler ride and likes to lay on the dashboard in the pickup truck when we're driving through fields.  She likes to play in the dirt and get dirty, but she doesn't like bugs and mud on her feet in the lake. 

She loves little animals and loves playing chase around the house with Kaden and Kylie.  She likes to eat and clean up after herself.  She loves ketchup and ranch.  She drinks a lot of milk and water.  She wants a band-aid on every little boo boo, and she loves to wash her hands, brush her teeth, and play in the water any chance she can get.

Here's a fun little video I made.  I love her little voice and demeanor.  I never want to forget this stage of Farrah.  I don't want to forget the way she says slide saa-liiide and the way she tries to cup her hands around her mouth to holler but ends up covering her mouth and how she says Umm...turtles (Ohh Toodles) on Mickey Mouse.

Conversations with Farrah / Episode 02 from Kristina Brooks on Vimeo.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Potty Training my Little



Potty training has begun!  I started it on a Wednesday, I bought her some big girl panties and we tried them on.  I watched the clock intently and took her potty 10 minutes after she drank anything and every 15 minutes after that.  She had two accidents and after the second she cried for her diaper on.  I wasn't sure that we were ready, but I was afraid she was giving up and I was uncertain if I should not push her and encourage even when she wasn't willing, or if I was supposed to let her decide.

We tried again the next day and spent the entire day running to the potty, usually for nothing to happen, and we had a couple accidents as well.  But we stuck it out the entire day.  I felt exhausted and overwhelmed and wasn't sure if we were making progress.  The following day, Friday, she went to daycare and they said she did great and kept letting them know when she had to go.  I had sent a sticker chart with 1/4 stickers, and she completed the chart at daycare!

On Saturday, Farrah spent the night with my parents while Keane and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary at an oyster bar in STL listening to a Blues Rock Band.  I had forgotten to take her potty ring she had been using, but surprisingly enough, she did so great using the regular potty chair.  She earned 6 stickers that evening!  She has been doing wonderful since, with only a handful of accidents. 

She is quick to let me know when she has to poopy again, which is how she says she needs to pee.  Yesterday, Sunday, she went poop in the potty for the first time, and she has a couple times since then.  A lot of the the other times she seems to time it when she has a diaper on, which I put on for car rides, sleeping, and when we go out to places in public.  Once she used the little toddler potty in the living room to go, and she said Kaden, Kylie, Daddy waiting Farrah's poopy come out as they sat on the couch and tried to mind their own business, ha.

She has been waking up dry in the mornings and after aps.  She likes to wipe and flush and tell her pee bye Farrah's pee pee...see ya later...next time!  We go potty a lot outside and she thinks that's great!  I have to give her the most credit for this potty training success.  She has done a lot of it on her own and I am so proud of her for it!  Stickers, stickers, and more stickers at our home!








Friday, June 16, 2017

Farrah's Purrr-fect 2nd Birthday Party


Farrah turned TWO.  I can't believe it.  I can when I look at her little toddler body with long legs, and when I hear all the words she is saying.  But then I can't believe our baby is not a baby any longer.  She's a toddler, and she's TWO! 

A cat themed party was in the works for months and I ordered her dress and requested cat cookies from my mom immediately.  The rest was all pulled together in the last couple weeks prior to her party.  I made a cat pinata from a diaper box, made a cat cake, and had cat-related snacks: kitty litter (granola w/ chocolate chips), tuna (tuna salad on crackers), goldfish (crackers in a fish bowl), and hair balls (rice crispy balls), and we served milk and water.

Farrah had come down with a fever Thursday night before her party and it didn't break until 3:00am on Saturday morning.  We decided to have her party anyway, and it was held at 3:00 p.m., right after her nap.  When she wok up, she wasn't quite ready for all the action.  She was snacking happily when I took her plate away and replaced it with the cake.  That made her mad.  Then everyone began singing Happy Birthday and that did not make her any happier.  The song almost faded to nothingness while everyone was holding back their laughter.  She wouldn't even blow out her candles which we had been practicing. 

She cheered up as soon as she started opening presents though!  She had asked for a baby and dog bones for her birthday.  Prior to her party, I was explaining to her that she was going to get presents and open them and see what was inside, and she asked, "dog bones in there?"  So Nana and Papa McCoy got her a new baby doll, and Grandma and Grandpa Brooks got her a Puppy Surprise (spotted like Doddie) and dog bones!  Nana and Papa also got her some bright pink cat sunglasses and sunglass case.  "Aunt Kimmy" and McCoy got her an outfit, a red tshirt dress, and a wooden house set with doors, doorbells, keys, and wooden dolls on each side.  Kollin and Brooke got her a diaper changing set for her new baby doll.  Aunt Kim got her a floral outfit, and Cousin Lee and his family gave her cash to buy her own gift.  We got her a baby stroller, shoes, and a new stainless steel sippy cup to try to keep her milk cold that we always take on the go.  We also gave her McCoy's old battery-powered 4-wheeler which she still has taken to.

The day before her birthday I just couldn't fathom that it was her last day of being 1.  Her being 1 was such a fun year.  Her first year of life was about milestones and surviving.  Her second year was about embracing and enjoying.  

On her actual birthday, Farrah and I picked up the big kids at 8:00am and went for donuts.  Farrah picked out a white sprinkle donut and never even ate it.  For a late lunch/early supper, after Keane finished getting the last of the beans in the ground, we all went to Teddy Joe's to celebrate her birthday.


























Inevitable Change

Life definitely takes us on roads unimaginable.  There are certainly chapters of life that everyone experiences.  Change is inevitable, and it can be so good.  Yet, change is incredibly hard.  That may be why we remember our high school graduations so vividly.  The feeling of it all.  It may not be because we miss those days, but it's because it was during a time we were preparing for a huge change and shift of a life we had grown accustomed to.  It was time.  It was the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next.

Relationships, homes, locations, friends, jobs, clothing, furniture, styles -- certain things have a time and a place while you are growing and changing and finding yourself.

Then you enter adulthood and things become a little more steadfast.  You find a significant other to spend your life with.  You have children that change your life forever.  You build or buy a home that you intend to live in for a rather long time, if not forever.  You decide the lifestyle you want and you make choices and changes in order to make that happen.

I worked as a Legal Assistant and then Office Manager for a very well-established law firm for 5 1/2 years.  I learned a lot about the legal system, professionalization, and work ethics.  I became relied upon and respected in my position.  I was fully confident in any task thrown my way.

Since I started working there, my nephew was born, Keane and I got engaged, married, and had a child of our own, I went part-time, and recently Keane  decided to work on the family farm and say goodbye to his almost 10-year-term as an Engineering Manager at his latest employment.  Needless to say, a significant amount has changed since I began working there.  I grew so much and throughout that time and I met some wonderful people whom I will forever call friends.

I will always be grateful for the opportunity I was given to work there, the kindness my employer showed me, the people I met, the memories made, and the wonderful work environment that I considered my second home.  Saying goodbye was tough and was hard for me to comprehend and process.  I prayed about it and considered every aspect of the change.  With mine and Keane's goal being for me to work closer to home and to not have to commute two hours each (working) day by myself driving on the interstate and in the city, I believe this change was something I was supposed to do.

Rather than working an hour from home, I found a part-time opportunity 30 minutes from home, in the same community the big kids go to school and where Farrah's daycare is, as an Office Manager.  I believe I can handle the position effectively and I am hoping it suits the life change we have chosen.

Farewell to my position, my coworkers, my boss, my desk, and my time at The Copeland Law Firm.  It will all be missed.

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Never to Forget these Times



My dear child, I can't wait to wake you up in the mornings, it's my favorite part of the day, though I let you sleep as long as possible, which is we don't have to go anywhere is normally around 9:00.  And then you keep me busy eating breakfast and playing (with your babies, in Farrah's kitchen, outside swinging or jumping or playing with bubbles) until your beloved nap time around noon which lasts 3 or so hours, which sometimes is my favorite part of the day.  Then I am always so excited to spend more time with you.  Waking you back up is my favorite part of the day, and stay busy far into the evening playing and doing and talking and going.  Then we try to cram in back, sometimes, and supper.  I make noises with each bite I'm feeding you, after you've eaten a couple bites on your own and announced that you're "all done" to make eating fun.  You eat all your food that way.  Then when it's bedtime, we rock.  That's after you've talked Daddy into watching "Roar" in our bed.  When we rock, it usually means we talk and talk and talk until I have to hush you and eventually ignore responding in hopes you'll get sleepy.  And then you, and "Farrah sleep in mommy's arms" like you always say, and it's my favorite part of the day.  You ask, "Mommy rock you hmmm" so I will hum and rock.

You usually have some milk, you always have Lambie, we usually begin with baby in her jammas but sometimes she gets heavy and we put her down, you sometimes have a blanket and your stuffed pig with a blanket.  You sleep wonderfully, except you talk in your sleep and you usually hollar and cry out, "noooo, daddy" or "mommy, stop it."  The other night I walked in to check on you and you sat up and said, "Kylie did it!" and you were telling Kaden to stop it in your sleep last night.

Our conversation the other night went like this.  I readjusted your head and kissed you nose and you said "ugga mugga."  We ugga mugga'd and you said "Farrah Mommy happy" (translation: Farrah makes Mommy happy).  Then you said "cheeky" as you rubbed your little fingers daintily along the edge of my face.

Your sentences are coming together.  "No, I try'ning."  "Farrah cry'ning."  "I see it too!"  "Mommy, whas is it?"  "Daddy, help you?"  "Mommy, hold you."  "Awww, so tute!"

You also said "Baby Lunden nink milk Baby Lunden Mommy boobies."

You know your colors.  Except you usually call red "green" which makes me wonder if you're color blind.  You count "2-5-6-7-8-9-10!"  You know "abc-wx-y-next time" and you still use your left hand
predominantly.  You love putting lotion on yourself and on us.  You love to draw.  You love to open and shut doors and tell us goodbye and then say, "Farrah here, everybody."

Anything you're trying to describe in small/quiet/short terms is "baby one."  When the radio is turned down, it's baby one.  When you want me to rock you slow, it's baby one.  When I'm trying to convince you to take a nap or bath and you want to take a short one, it's baby one.

Some of my favorite sayings:
Op-it // open it
Oh gosh // oh my gosh
Abe Charlie's house // daycare
Brush 'em // toothbrush
Strawbees // strawberries
Doobie // tickle

It's funny how much I realize what I say when I hear you say it, like the way I put sunscreen on your cheekies, and you told your baby doll, "Baby, hold on.  Farrah almost done."

Yes, the terrible two's have begun, you grunt at all people in public who try to speak to you, and those that don't, you usually holler out a "hi!"  But we'll make it through this stage just as we did the crying baby stage, and the same way we'll get through the upcoming attitudes and rebellion stages.  We love you so.













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