Tuesday, January 31, 2012

I am a person!

Last night, I was sitting on the couch. Kinsley Anne was milling around the family room playing as usual & Kyle was in the kitchen finishing up supper (don't I have a fabulous hubby?!). All of the sudden I hear this... "mama. mama." So, I turn to Kinsley Anne. "yes, baby?" I replied. "Hi." she waved.

Kyle yelled from the kitchen, "did she just call you what I think she called you?!"

"YES!! Yes, she did! She knows my name", I wanted to shout from the rooftop.

Kyle came into the family room & said to Kinsley Anne, "where is your mama?" & she pointed straight at ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe this is something only we can appreciate, but I was/am ecstatic. I mean, she was saying mama before, but not meaningfully. Now, it has meaning. Intention. And it warms.my.heart.

Until Next Time..
Love, Jen

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Kinsley Anne @ 15 months old!

Excuse me while I stop to ask...where did 15 months go?!

yep, Kinsley Anne..that's exactly how I feel. just make time stop for a few minutes.

Kinsley Anne, at 15 months you are...

• Approximately 20 pounds. You had just reached that ~2 weeks ago when we were at the pediatrician for a sinus infection. We go to the doctor Friday for your 15 month well check, so we’ll see how much you’ve grown now that you’re well!
• Approximately 33 inches long. We’ll also get a more accurate measurement for that Friday.
• Wearing size 3 pampers dry max diapers during the day
• Wearing size 3 pampers extra protection diapers during nighttime
• Wearing size 18 month pants, 12, 12-18mo, or 18mo tops & dresses
• Wearing bows & flowers on headbands daily. You can also wear small bows in your hair now. They slide a little bit, but you’re so good about leaving things alone in your hair. I’m proud!!

• Walking & starting to run everywhere.
• A smart little girl. You may not talk TONS, but you sure do understand a lot. We can ask you questions and you shake your head yes or no to answer. There is no denying that you know how to get your way.
• If we ask you if you want to go “night night” and you are tired, you grab Raffy and take off running to your room. We are lucky to have a good sleeper. You go to sleep anywhere from 830-930pm each night and sleep until I wake you up at 7am on weekdays & you wake on your own at~8am on weekends.
• You’re a mini-mom. You love to “clean” & put on “lips” [chapstick]. You can’t get enough of mama lately. A little separation anxiety setting in maybe?

• "Talking on the phone." Today you took Nonie's phone off the base, put it to your ear, ran into your nursery with it, "talked" for a few minutes, then brought it back and tried to put it back on the base. We said that we guess you needed some privacy for your conversation?
• When I ask "How old is Kinsley Anne?" or "Is Kinsley Anne one?" you put up 1 finger on your right hand.
• Saying “uh oh” & “hi” all of the time & here are some of your other favorite words:
o daddy, dog, mama [yes…& in that order], cat, horse, moo, fish, that, this,
• Asking “that?” “this?” allllll of the time. It means “what’s that?” or “what’s this?”
• Loving to “read.” You go get us books and bring them to us, climb in our lap if we’re on the floor, & flip the pages. Your favorite book is, of course, a picture book of animals.
• Starting to tell the dogs no by putting your stop hand up & hitting them on the nose. Your sibling rivalry with them has officially begun. They stole your tiger stuffed animal & the 3 of you wrestled it back and forth for the better part of a day on Monday...

• Trying to use a spoon & fork and loving it...although you are not successfully using them to eat on your own. If we stab the food, you can get it in your mouth by yourself, but you can’t coordinate all of the motions yet on your own.
• Showing mild interest in dolls but only for fleeting moments. You laugh at the dolly who giggles but then push it away like it has gotten on your nerves.
• On weekdays, you get to school at ~740am and eat breakfast. Then you play, read, play on the playground when it’s >40 outside, and do crafts. Lunch is at 11am, nap is from 1130am-2pm, snack is at 230pm, then playtime resumes until mama comes to pick you up. You throw your arms in the air & run to the door with your mouth
• You hate meat. We disguise it in anything & everything we can but we haven’t found good tricks yet. You pick it out of just about everything. Even hot dogs & chicken nuggets!
• You love mac n cheese. If you’re ever refusing to eat a meal, we just make that & usually you’ll eat some of that.

• You’re a great medicine taker now that we have chewable pills, chewable vitamins, & nebulized asthma medicine. No more inhaler! I’ll do a whole post on this.

Kinsley Anne,
I feel like I am easily leaving so much off of the list. You are an incredible delight to be around & you do and learn new things each and every day. You make us laugh and fill our home with such a sweet spirit. We are loving watching you grow & flourish under our care. Each day my heart aches a little when I have to leave you at school since a piece of my heart walks around outside of my body. But I know that you are also learning so much there & adore the interaction you get with other children. I just hope that you will always remember.... we love you to the moon & back. We will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, and forever love you. And that..unlike you, baby girl, will never change.

Mama & Daddy

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Love is not a fight...

I will be back. shortly at that. but for the moment, enjoy this {but first pause my blog's background music}....

Love is not a place
To come and go as we please
It's a house we enter in
And then commit to never leave
So lock the door behind you
Throw away the key
We'll work it out together
Let it bring us to our knees

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

To some, love is a word that they can fall into
But when they're falling out
Keeping that word is hard to do

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

Love will come to save us, if we'll only call
He will ask nothing from us, but demand we give our all

Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

I would fight for you, would you fight for me?
It's worth fighting for.

I love you. I thought I needed to tell you that quite plainly & for all to see. You work so hard. On us, at work, on extracurricular activities, on your new exercise plan, on finding the right church home for us, on the house, on everything you set out to do. You truly live by Colossians 3:23 "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart" and have as long as I've known you. As we approach our 3.5year anniversary next month, I cannot help but think about not only what the next 3.5 years might hold, but what the next THIRTY FIVE years may hold for us. Love is certainly not a fight, but it is & will always be worth fighting for. I am so proud of the daddy you are & have become. Kinsley Anne is one lucky little girl & I am one lucky mama. We love you to the moon & back.

Jen (& Kinsley Anne)