That I had Kimber's metabolism.
Today was her 2-year check-up. Sadly, I couldn't go because of work so PK took her by himself.
It made me sad that I couldn't go - it was the first appointment that I missed since she was born and I felt like a bad mom. But then I had a slice of cake and felt all better.
Her last check-up was at 18 months - in a span of 6 months, our darling girl gained ONE WHOLE POUND (from 25 lbs to now a whopping 26). Yet, she grew THREE WHOLE INCHES. This baffles me. Apparently her weight is in the 40th percentile.
HUH???
She eats like an adolescent, "going through puberty" boy. Seriously. She is the only 2-year-old girl I know who can put away an entire slice of pizza from a large pie and still eat a bowl of ice cream 5 minutes later. She eats half a chicken breast, 2 sides, and bread at dinnertime and polishes off an entire Happy Meal from McDonalds.
Why can't I have that kind of metabolism?
She's now 3 feet tall and that puts her like in the 99th percentile in height. I'm guessing she doesn't get that from me. They say that if you double the height of the child at the age of 2, that will be their height as an adult. That means Kimber is going to max out at 6 feet.
Hmm, I don't think so.
Regardless, I shall call her the Amazon baby from now on.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The big and terrible 2!
Kimber is officially 2.
Hello, time. Please stop. Or at the least, go by a little more slowly.
Her birthday was wonderful. She opened her presents after breakfast, had a happy meal for lunch, had her favorite dinner, and of course, got to have cake and ice cream. I'm pretty sure she had a great day.
On a side note, I am NOT a "bake a cake from scratch kind of mom." I had to make TWO cakes and they both sunk in the middle. It was a pretty lame experience. So I ended up having to cut the top off each cake and using the bottoms to make Kimber her "strawberry shortcake cake."
Either way, Kimber didn't care and she gobbled her slice up.
So, the past several weeks have been a very bratty and whiny one. The terrible two's are a bitch. A total and utter bitch. She is at the whole "independent" stage so everything with her is a battle now. I lay in bed at night and wonder, "Where has my sweet little girl gone? And who has replaced her with the spawn of Satan?"
Ok, it's not THAT bad but it's definitely annoying. I think God decided that since Kimber was a perfect newborn, he'd make the terrible two's REALLY TERRIBLE.
And God forbid, she doesn't get her way. Let's just say, she gets sent to her room at least twice a day.
Mostly, I think she's just getting too darn smart. She can't be fooled like she used to and nothing gets past her now. Hopefully, she'll learn to calm down and stop being such a brat. I can't stay mad at her though, she's just too freakin' cute. Even when she's being punk.
Well, sometimes.
HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY, BABY! WE LOVE YOU!
Hello, time. Please stop. Or at the least, go by a little more slowly.
Her birthday was wonderful. She opened her presents after breakfast, had a happy meal for lunch, had her favorite dinner, and of course, got to have cake and ice cream. I'm pretty sure she had a great day.
On a side note, I am NOT a "bake a cake from scratch kind of mom." I had to make TWO cakes and they both sunk in the middle. It was a pretty lame experience. So I ended up having to cut the top off each cake and using the bottoms to make Kimber her "strawberry shortcake cake."
Either way, Kimber didn't care and she gobbled her slice up.
So, the past several weeks have been a very bratty and whiny one. The terrible two's are a bitch. A total and utter bitch. She is at the whole "independent" stage so everything with her is a battle now. I lay in bed at night and wonder, "Where has my sweet little girl gone? And who has replaced her with the spawn of Satan?"
Ok, it's not THAT bad but it's definitely annoying. I think God decided that since Kimber was a perfect newborn, he'd make the terrible two's REALLY TERRIBLE.
And God forbid, she doesn't get her way. Let's just say, she gets sent to her room at least twice a day.
Mostly, I think she's just getting too darn smart. She can't be fooled like she used to and nothing gets past her now. Hopefully, she'll learn to calm down and stop being such a brat. I can't stay mad at her though, she's just too freakin' cute. Even when she's being punk.
Well, sometimes.
HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY, BABY! WE LOVE YOU!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Little Miss Independent
Kimber is at that age where independence is all she strives for. She wants to do everything by herself now and demands everything to us in a very diva, "I'm Whitney Houston" way.
For example: I can no longer be anywhere near her while she eats. Oh, and God forbid, I try to help her out a little while she's messily navigating her way through a plate of spaghetti and setting my blood pressure up through the roof. If I come even a yard of her while she's hoovering food in her mouth, she tells (commands) me, "Mommy, sit down. Go. Sit. Sit down."
It makes me feel needed. (At least she thanks me when I finally do sit down.)
Then there's the ice cream issue. She has an addiction. And I think it's my fault. I know it's my fault.
Every night after dinner, she'll walk up to the freezer door and knock. Like the tub of ice cream is going to open the door and greet her with a 3-scoop cone. Pssh.
Then she'll realize, oh, the ice cream isn't going to open the door for me. That's when she comes up to me, grabs my hand, and exclaims, "Mommy, goooo. Goooo. Ice Cweam! Ice Cweam! Thank you!"
Uh. You don't wanna know what happens when I say, "No, Kimber. No ice cream tonight."
She definitely makes for an interesting life.
I'm very proud of her, though. Her vocabulary is increasing every day. I had a lot of worries over that because she was/is a late speaker but my worries are lessening every day. She's a whole lot smarter than I give her credit for. God, that makes me sound like a bad mom.
She is obsessed with the alphabet. She puts her alphabet puzzle together every day, multiple times a day. She points at the letters in her Disney Dictionary all day long and goes, "A, B, C!" Now, she can actually point at the letter and tell me what it is, which means she's comprehending! She can recite A through G by herself and she recognizes most of them, especially I and O. I don't know if I'm bragging about something she should already know or if I have the right to be so proud - either way, I think she's pretty great.
AND, potty training is going well. She's using the potty for most of the day, with the exception of naptime and bedtime. She gets excited when she pees but gets a little horrified when she poops.
I guess hearing/feeling your poop drop into the toilet is terrifying. Who knew?
For example: I can no longer be anywhere near her while she eats. Oh, and God forbid, I try to help her out a little while she's messily navigating her way through a plate of spaghetti and setting my blood pressure up through the roof. If I come even a yard of her while she's hoovering food in her mouth, she tells (commands) me, "Mommy, sit down. Go. Sit. Sit down."
It makes me feel needed. (At least she thanks me when I finally do sit down.)
Then there's the ice cream issue. She has an addiction. And I think it's my fault. I know it's my fault.
Every night after dinner, she'll walk up to the freezer door and knock. Like the tub of ice cream is going to open the door and greet her with a 3-scoop cone. Pssh.
Then she'll realize, oh, the ice cream isn't going to open the door for me. That's when she comes up to me, grabs my hand, and exclaims, "Mommy, goooo. Goooo. Ice Cweam! Ice Cweam! Thank you!"
Uh. You don't wanna know what happens when I say, "No, Kimber. No ice cream tonight."
She definitely makes for an interesting life.
I'm very proud of her, though. Her vocabulary is increasing every day. I had a lot of worries over that because she was/is a late speaker but my worries are lessening every day. She's a whole lot smarter than I give her credit for. God, that makes me sound like a bad mom.
She is obsessed with the alphabet. She puts her alphabet puzzle together every day, multiple times a day. She points at the letters in her Disney Dictionary all day long and goes, "A, B, C!" Now, she can actually point at the letter and tell me what it is, which means she's comprehending! She can recite A through G by herself and she recognizes most of them, especially I and O. I don't know if I'm bragging about something she should already know or if I have the right to be so proud - either way, I think she's pretty great.
AND, potty training is going well. She's using the potty for most of the day, with the exception of naptime and bedtime. She gets excited when she pees but gets a little horrified when she poops.
I guess hearing/feeling your poop drop into the toilet is terrifying. Who knew?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Daughters
"A son is a son 'til he gets a wife; but a daughter is a daughter for life."
I read this quote somewhere the other day and thought, SO TRUE.
PK and I never had a preference on what the sex of our baby would be. We were probably leaning more towards a girl but a boy would have been fine, too. I know so many girls out there who desperately want to have ALL boys (I think that's an attention issue but I'm no Dr. Phil so what do I know?) and I think, "WHY?" It's such a blessing and a joy to be able to have a mom/daughter relationship. I'm not saying that a mom/son relationship is a lesser one but it's very different. And it's true, sons will grow up, get married, and have his own wife and kids to take care of. Daughters will do the same thing but somehow, it's a little different.
I know that when Kimber grows up and has kids of her own, I'll be the first person she comes to with questions and concerns and complaints. I know that PK and I will be the go-to grandparents because we all know that the mom's parents are the ones who sees the grandkids the most. I know that no matter how old Kimber gets, we'll always get to have our "girl" moments.
I love how our baby is "all girl." She hates dirt, bugs, and roughing it. She loves brushing momma's hair, wearing her shoes, and getting her nails painted. She has many many diva moments and is full of attitude and spunk. And yet, despite all this, she'll still go out with dad in the hills and help him shoot targets. She'll lay there with dad on the couch and play XBOX 360 with him.
Kimber turns 2 on September 1st and it's sad to know that she's growing up so fast. I've already enjoyed all our mother/daughter time and look forward to more of it. I can't wait to take her shopping, talk about boys, teach her the piano, and yes, even buy her a training bra! :) I'm so grateful to have her as a daughter and hope that all the moms out there get the opportunity to raise a daughter for life.
Love you baby.
I read this quote somewhere the other day and thought, SO TRUE.
PK and I never had a preference on what the sex of our baby would be. We were probably leaning more towards a girl but a boy would have been fine, too. I know so many girls out there who desperately want to have ALL boys (I think that's an attention issue but I'm no Dr. Phil so what do I know?) and I think, "WHY?" It's such a blessing and a joy to be able to have a mom/daughter relationship. I'm not saying that a mom/son relationship is a lesser one but it's very different. And it's true, sons will grow up, get married, and have his own wife and kids to take care of. Daughters will do the same thing but somehow, it's a little different.
I know that when Kimber grows up and has kids of her own, I'll be the first person she comes to with questions and concerns and complaints. I know that PK and I will be the go-to grandparents because we all know that the mom's parents are the ones who sees the grandkids the most. I know that no matter how old Kimber gets, we'll always get to have our "girl" moments.
I love how our baby is "all girl." She hates dirt, bugs, and roughing it. She loves brushing momma's hair, wearing her shoes, and getting her nails painted. She has many many diva moments and is full of attitude and spunk. And yet, despite all this, she'll still go out with dad in the hills and help him shoot targets. She'll lay there with dad on the couch and play XBOX 360 with him.
Kimber turns 2 on September 1st and it's sad to know that she's growing up so fast. I've already enjoyed all our mother/daughter time and look forward to more of it. I can't wait to take her shopping, talk about boys, teach her the piano, and yes, even buy her a training bra! :) I'm so grateful to have her as a daughter and hope that all the moms out there get the opportunity to raise a daughter for life.
Love you baby.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Damn you, Pull-Ups!
The price of Pull-Ups is all the more motivation for me to train Kimber pronto. A pack of 44 costs almost $17!
Uh, where is that membership to Sam's when you need one?
Ok, ranting aside, I'm pretty proud of Kimber. She used the potty for the first time the other day and actually did her #2. She poops on schedule (weird, I know, but she does everything on a schedule so it's no surprise) so I plopped her down after lunch and she did her thing. I was beyond excited. I became "crazy mom" and smothered Kimber with kisses and actually took a picture of her poop.
Yes, I did. Shoot me.
PK asked me if I was going to post it anywhere on the internet. Uh, I'm not that crazy. :)
It'll just be blackmail material when Kimber's older.
I don't think she had any idea what was going on. All she was fixated on was the package of M&Ms I gave her for a job well done. What can I say, she's my girl!
I'm anxious to see how this potty-training thing will play out.
Either I'll get frustrated and change diapers till she starts school or Kimber will get really fat from all the M&Ms.
It's a toss up, really. :)
Uh, where is that membership to Sam's when you need one?
Ok, ranting aside, I'm pretty proud of Kimber. She used the potty for the first time the other day and actually did her #2. She poops on schedule (weird, I know, but she does everything on a schedule so it's no surprise) so I plopped her down after lunch and she did her thing. I was beyond excited. I became "crazy mom" and smothered Kimber with kisses and actually took a picture of her poop.
Yes, I did. Shoot me.
PK asked me if I was going to post it anywhere on the internet. Uh, I'm not that crazy. :)
It'll just be blackmail material when Kimber's older.
I don't think she had any idea what was going on. All she was fixated on was the package of M&Ms I gave her for a job well done. What can I say, she's my girl!
Either I'll get frustrated and change diapers till she starts school or Kimber will get really fat from all the M&Ms.
It's a toss up, really. :)
Monday, July 6, 2009
I'm a lazy blogger.
I'm lazy.
I'd rather read than blog @ night so that explains the lack of a new post in a few weeks. That and my life isn't that exciting.
4th of July came and went. It was much better than last year because PK was actually home this time around.
There was a parade on Main Street in the morning so we went and checked it out. It was pretty lame. Plus, I don't like the smell of horse poo and there was a ton of that lying around. The firefighters sprayed water into the crowd at one point and Kimber didn't think it was funny. At all. I thought it was pretty refreshing - it was pretty toasty outside that day.
We went and checked out SummerFest after the parade - not a whole lot of age-appropriate events for Kimber so we left pretty shortly. The Dixons stopped by on their way to Ouray so Kimber got to play with Cora for a good while. By the time they left, it was an hour past her naptime so she crashed pretty hard.
I gathered up all my self-control and resisted a nap of my own. I should get an award or something. Ha.
Around dusk, we left for Cerise Park to go watch the fireworks. Or, as Kimber likes to call them, "boom boom!"
She loved the fireworks. Or was it the Ritz crackers? Either way, she had a good time and I did too, thanks to the bug repellent!
I can't believe my baby is going to be turning 2 in 2 months!!
I also can't believe I've been saying "I'll tone up my body!" for 2 years without any results.
Sigh.
We bought a training potty about a week ago and I'm gonna start cracking the whip pretty soon. It's still too early for her since she's not even 2 but I WILL have her trained by September 1st! People say it can't be done but they also don't have Kimber for a child. She may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she sure can accomplish all the big milestones pretty damn fast & without any troubles.
She makes me proud. :)
And can I just say, she was just about the cutest little thing when I did her hair "Chun-Li" style for the fireworks! Two little buns on the side of her head and those EARS! She's got her Daddy's ears and they stick out in the cutest way.
Ok, I'm stopping now. I'd hate to be one of those parents who go on and on about how cute their child is.
I'd rather read than blog @ night so that explains the lack of a new post in a few weeks. That and my life isn't that exciting.
4th of July came and went. It was much better than last year because PK was actually home this time around.
There was a parade on Main Street in the morning so we went and checked it out. It was pretty lame. Plus, I don't like the smell of horse poo and there was a ton of that lying around. The firefighters sprayed water into the crowd at one point and Kimber didn't think it was funny. At all. I thought it was pretty refreshing - it was pretty toasty outside that day.
We went and checked out SummerFest after the parade - not a whole lot of age-appropriate events for Kimber so we left pretty shortly. The Dixons stopped by on their way to Ouray so Kimber got to play with Cora for a good while. By the time they left, it was an hour past her naptime so she crashed pretty hard.I gathered up all my self-control and resisted a nap of my own. I should get an award or something. Ha.
Around dusk, we left for Cerise Park to go watch the fireworks. Or, as Kimber likes to call them, "boom boom!"
She loved the fireworks. Or was it the Ritz crackers? Either way, she had a good time and I did too, thanks to the bug repellent!
I can't believe my baby is going to be turning 2 in 2 months!! I also can't believe I've been saying "I'll tone up my body!" for 2 years without any results.
Sigh.
We bought a training potty about a week ago and I'm gonna start cracking the whip pretty soon. It's still too early for her since she's not even 2 but I WILL have her trained by September 1st! People say it can't be done but they also don't have Kimber for a child. She may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she sure can accomplish all the big milestones pretty damn fast & without any troubles.
She makes me proud. :)
And can I just say, she was just about the cutest little thing when I did her hair "Chun-Li" style for the fireworks! Two little buns on the side of her head and those EARS! She's got her Daddy's ears and they stick out in the cutest way.
Ok, I'm stopping now. I'd hate to be one of those parents who go on and on about how cute their child is.
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