p.s. Happy Birthday to Barley the Wonderhound! He's 4 years young.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Happy Birthday To Me!
I'm one today! I'm pretty excited about this milestone -I heard something about eating cake and getting presents. Sign me up! Mama said I have three parties; one at daycare, a mini party tonight and a BIG party on Saturday. Yahoo!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Months 10 & 11
July 5, 2010
Dear Haley,
Consider this letter a combo of months 10 and 11. These last few months have been melancholy for me - your baby-ness is starting to soften at the edges and bits of your little girl self is starting to appear. I’m aghast that you’ll be one in a few short weeks.
You make Daddy and I laugh; you have conversations with us (yourself, anyone that will listen) but said in babbles of m, g, d, l and b sounds. You show such emotion, such expression - there are a lot of things you want to tell us. We can’t wait to hear all the stories you’re going to share with us. In the meantime we’re hanging on to every bit of your baby girl blabber.
In the last few weeks you’ve started pulling up and it’s clear you have no fear. You are ready to move on to the next thing - you so want to be racing around with other kids. I watched as you pulled yourself into a standing position, so proud, and let your hands go but for a split second. A moment later you so very gently sat yourself down. You are daring and delicate all at the same time.
You are a social butterfly! Taking you shopping is an adventure - your squeaks and screeches (I think you’re saying ‘hi’) can be heard throughout the store. You flash a smile of pure joy, showing off your 8 teeth and furiously waving your chubby hand back and forth. Meanwhile, your plump legs are kicking back and forth. I dare anyone to try and not smile when you wave at them.
I’m working on your first birthday party. I want so much for you Bug, most of which can’t be purchased in a toy store. More than anything else, I want you to know how much I love you.
You are the sun, the moon and stars in my sky.
Love,
Mama
Dear Haley,
Consider this letter a combo of months 10 and 11. These last few months have been melancholy for me - your baby-ness is starting to soften at the edges and bits of your little girl self is starting to appear. I’m aghast that you’ll be one in a few short weeks.
You make Daddy and I laugh; you have conversations with us (yourself, anyone that will listen) but said in babbles of m, g, d, l and b sounds. You show such emotion, such expression - there are a lot of things you want to tell us. We can’t wait to hear all the stories you’re going to share with us. In the meantime we’re hanging on to every bit of your baby girl blabber.
In the last few weeks you’ve started pulling up and it’s clear you have no fear. You are ready to move on to the next thing - you so want to be racing around with other kids. I watched as you pulled yourself into a standing position, so proud, and let your hands go but for a split second. A moment later you so very gently sat yourself down. You are daring and delicate all at the same time.
You are a social butterfly! Taking you shopping is an adventure - your squeaks and screeches (I think you’re saying ‘hi’) can be heard throughout the store. You flash a smile of pure joy, showing off your 8 teeth and furiously waving your chubby hand back and forth. Meanwhile, your plump legs are kicking back and forth. I dare anyone to try and not smile when you wave at them.
I’m working on your first birthday party. I want so much for you Bug, most of which can’t be purchased in a toy store. More than anything else, I want you to know how much I love you.
You are the sun, the moon and stars in my sky.
Love,
Mama
Morning Routine
The morning routine in the Schweigel House is funny business. Karl leaves for work at o'dark thirty so I get to wrangle Bug before we pack up for daycare. It's chaotic to say the least - crazy baby + two crazy hounds = instanity. My coffee consumption has decreased significantly, all the running around replaces caffiene.
A glimpse into our morning...
A glimpse into our morning...
Settling in for some moo juice and PBS kids. Nothing beats a relaxing morning!
Doll? Check. Bottle? Check. I'm a big girl!
Rawr! I'm coming to get you! Wait, where's my bottle? And doll? Why are there dogs licking me...make them stop!!
Dressed and parked in the highchair. Mom's dancing and singing while she makes her lunch...she's weird.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Late, Late For A Very Important Date (or Blog Post)
Hi, Folks - It's Haley here. I do not know what my mom's deal is...she hasn't posted anything since Mother's Day! Not a single cute picture of me or descriptions of all the cute things I'm doing and working on. Nada, nothing, zip. I feel jipped. Let me fill you in...
The biggest news is that I have been on the move in the last few weeks. Literally! I can crawl with the best of them. To put a cherry on top, I can even pull up by myself! I've explored the stairs and really like to race to the top (the dog bowl sits up there - so fun!).
Mom has failed to detail my vocal stylings. I love, love, love to talk! To anyone...about anything! I have a lot to say and people need to listen up! Not only do I have a lot to say, but I've decided to be the princess of the waving comittee. If I wave at you (and I will) I expect to you to wave back. Some people in the grocery store (usually the dudes) do not wave back and it makes me screech and squeal loudly. I will get your attention!
I've sprouted several more teeth...growing those is no fun, but I like to eat all kinds of grown up foods. My favorites are mushrooms and cheese and fruit.
Charlie and I have gone swimming several times - we really like to splash! Charlie likes to try to dunk me. But, he gives really good hugs which makes up for the attempted drownings.
I helped Dad, Papa and Grandpa celebrate Father's Day. Mom helped me pick out a tree for Dad. It's really pretty and planted in our backyard.
That's all the news from my corner of the world. I'll make sure Mom gets back to blogging about me.
Love,
Haley
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mother's Day
My first official Mother's Day (last year Haley resided in my tummy) was wonderful! We watched Charlie get baptised and enjoyed a lovely brunch with the Manies and Geiger families. Haley thoroughly enjoyed her time in childcare at church. We heard she bopped and danced to music and even tried her hand at the guitar.
Karl, Haley and I headed to the Schweigel house late in the afternoon. The gals were treated to an awesome dinner prepared by Chef Karl and Chef Pete. It was yummy! Haley even got in on the action and went crazy with a roll (she growled when we tried to take it away - yikes).
Thank you sweet Haley Bug for making the day so special. I'm so glad I get to be your mommy.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Month 9
May 5, 2010
Dear Haley,
At 9 months old you’ve officially been on the ‘outside’ longer than you were on the ‘inside.’ It seems like such an impossibility you’re closing the gap on one year of age.
You are starting to assert so much independence - wanting to feed yourself, wanting to hold your bottle, wanting to scoot about and explore. On one hand, I adore watching you discover your world and testing its limits. On the other hand, it pangs my heart just the tiniest bit, I know that these milestones are just the beginning.
You’re on the verge of crawling - you can scoot yourself in a circle and backwards, like a little crab. You’ve mastered the front half, pushing up with your arms. The back end needs a bit of work, you kick your chubby legs with all your might - you remind me of a little fish.
You recognize Daddy and me and quickly get upset when we leave the room. You reach for us - arms outstretched wide and grunt, asking to be picked up and held. We adore this and know you won’t always feel so strongly about wanting our presence.
You’re a chatterbox. You wake up talking to your dolls and yourself and go to bed the same way. Each morning you chat with the dogs while enjoying breakfast and then continue to conversation with me on the way to daycare. Your voice goes between raspy and deep (like a jazz singer) to high and squeeky. Either way, it’s music to my ears.
You’re a little daredevil; Daddy has already declared that you’ll love rollercoasters. You squeal with delight when he tosses you high in the air or flies you around like an airplane. I think you love it because you know he’ll always catch you safely.
Your hair has started to sprout, but the sides stick up and out. It reminds me of dandelion fluff and fuzzy ducklings. I love to smell your head - the perfect combination of baby shampoo, lotion and pure sweet baby girl.
You’ve become a mini gourmet, shunning my homemade baby food for bites of whatever Daddy and I are eating. You’re a voracious eater - there isn’t anything you haven’t liked. Although you are Daddy’s mini-me in the looks department, you have inherited my sweet tooth. Small tastes of popsicles and ice cream elicit mmmmmmmmms and you open your mouth wide, baby bird style, for more.
I’m so excited to see what this summer brings; chubby baby thighs sticking out of your two-piece, popsicles running down your chin, trips to the zoo to see the animals, backyard barbeques with your first taste of smores, baby piggies in the grass, and lots of trips to the park. You’re such a fun, happy little girl Haley and I love each and every moment spent with you. Thanks for picking me to be your mom, I am so lucky.
You are the sun, the moon and the stars in my sky.
Love always,
Mama
Dear Haley,
At 9 months old you’ve officially been on the ‘outside’ longer than you were on the ‘inside.’ It seems like such an impossibility you’re closing the gap on one year of age.
You are starting to assert so much independence - wanting to feed yourself, wanting to hold your bottle, wanting to scoot about and explore. On one hand, I adore watching you discover your world and testing its limits. On the other hand, it pangs my heart just the tiniest bit, I know that these milestones are just the beginning.
You’re on the verge of crawling - you can scoot yourself in a circle and backwards, like a little crab. You’ve mastered the front half, pushing up with your arms. The back end needs a bit of work, you kick your chubby legs with all your might - you remind me of a little fish.
You recognize Daddy and me and quickly get upset when we leave the room. You reach for us - arms outstretched wide and grunt, asking to be picked up and held. We adore this and know you won’t always feel so strongly about wanting our presence.
You’re a chatterbox. You wake up talking to your dolls and yourself and go to bed the same way. Each morning you chat with the dogs while enjoying breakfast and then continue to conversation with me on the way to daycare. Your voice goes between raspy and deep (like a jazz singer) to high and squeeky. Either way, it’s music to my ears.
You’re a little daredevil; Daddy has already declared that you’ll love rollercoasters. You squeal with delight when he tosses you high in the air or flies you around like an airplane. I think you love it because you know he’ll always catch you safely.
Your hair has started to sprout, but the sides stick up and out. It reminds me of dandelion fluff and fuzzy ducklings. I love to smell your head - the perfect combination of baby shampoo, lotion and pure sweet baby girl.
You’ve become a mini gourmet, shunning my homemade baby food for bites of whatever Daddy and I are eating. You’re a voracious eater - there isn’t anything you haven’t liked. Although you are Daddy’s mini-me in the looks department, you have inherited my sweet tooth. Small tastes of popsicles and ice cream elicit mmmmmmmmms and you open your mouth wide, baby bird style, for more.
I’m so excited to see what this summer brings; chubby baby thighs sticking out of your two-piece, popsicles running down your chin, trips to the zoo to see the animals, backyard barbeques with your first taste of smores, baby piggies in the grass, and lots of trips to the park. You’re such a fun, happy little girl Haley and I love each and every moment spent with you. Thanks for picking me to be your mom, I am so lucky.
You are the sun, the moon and the stars in my sky.
Love always,
Mama
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Zoom!
Our sweet girl is nine months old today. She's officially been on the outside longer than she was on the inside.
Her picture is blurry...she's so wiggly these days. But, it's also appropriate because I swear, yesterday I was still pregnant with her. These days are zooming by all too quickly.
Her picture is blurry...she's so wiggly these days. But, it's also appropriate because I swear, yesterday I was still pregnant with her. These days are zooming by all too quickly.
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