My Sweet Pea

{my sweet Pea}

You are two and a half this month and you are your own person no doubt!

You like to put your own shoes on...and Im not joking when I say you have 15 pair (weid because I am like the only person who is NOT a shoe person) but you will only pick between two pairs....and there exactly the same just different colors.

Im shocked when I tell you "that goes on the right foot" and you know which one that is!! I think daddy liked to work with you on that one....he has been teaching you that for over a year now.

You don't back down to much...and Aunt Shanie who you've nick name "Shantie" can back me up.

She has witnessed your....shall I call it..."personality" your stuborness, your temper.

Your not the kid we can trick with candy....but....telling you that I will call Helga....seems to do the trick (sometimes) and parents dont make feel bad for this one....Helga the mean ugly babysitter isn't any different than Santa, Easter bunnies, tooth faries etc....

Nanny Hamrick has talked about Mark as a child....and I think you must be a lot like him (temper) but I won't lie....you get your stubborn ways from us both...the attitude from me...were all working on things though....you teach us a lot about ourselves....possibly more than I'll ever tell you!

Your not all attitude and tantrums though....your still my sweet Pea....who yells "MOM" just to tell me "I love you to the moony" you have my back and tell me when my breath stinks, you still rub my face and hold it ever so gently and tell me "i just want you to be happy" (one reason you work me over so well), you beg me to lay in your bed but the second I fall asleep you tell me Im breathing to loud....and I find that so humbling...because I do the EXACT thing to your daddy!!!! The other thing Im loving about you right now (besides every little thing) is how you call daddy and I babe.....and it's not out of the blue....it's like a daily thing and a normal thing you call us wehn you want our attention, when you want us to come to the room your in, when you tell us "good job, babe". You get that from me......I think I call everyone babe...but mostly Daddy. You try teaching me that Im supposed to call him Daddy and I try teaching you that Im not;)

Oh, P.

Just things that I never want to forget about you....at age 2 and half.

The age you kicked down your crib....and became a big girl....sleeping in your big girl bed.

The age you are but everyone thinks you are older.

Smart.

Sassy.

Halarious.

Beautiful.

bitter sweet

{bitter sweet}

It's been a great three years in our little home.

Little being the key word.

Just over 2,000 square feet but when you chop it up like this style of home it seems like a lot less....to me at least.

This house was our first together.

We brought P home to this "castle" as she calls it.

I'm the type of person who gets attached....hates change... and cringes at the thought of the un known.......

but...timing is right and things seem to be falling into place for us right now.

After talking to our friends who are Realtors here in town they assure us the person buying our home is a very lucky new home owner and it should sell fast.

The price is great and everything inside is new, nice, and updated.

We put a lot of work into this house.

So today we decided.....

it's time to DE clutter and put it on the market.

I hate the thought of moving.

Packing.

Selling.

Someone else living here.....I wished it were someone I knew so I could feel better about it....knowing how they would appreciate all we've done....

I will take Lot's of pictures for you P....to remember the home we brought you too....your first (and second) bedroom, your adorable toy room.

Why do we get so sentimental with houses?? It's so weird.

My friends mom always says...."you don't LOVE material things" and I think about that when I  selfishly think about... "I will make sure the person buying this house knows how much money that floor cost...and how my husband spent long hours and I mean hours pulling staples out of the base of the floor so he could lay the ever so expensive tile we picked out". It's all materialistic.....I should have listened to my mother....so I wouldn't be so attached knowing we wouldn't live her forever. Trust me there are things I hate about this house too....so I'm not all sad....and if I keep in mind....it's all material.....and cross my fingers a nice young family will buy our house...and appreciate everything we have done to it....I might just free myself of an ulcer..

Things are really falling into place for us and it's our time....I hope it all goes as smooth as planned.

Tonight

{tonight}

Tonight I come home from a nice short walk with a dear friend who lives down the street.

I see P's bedding on the floor at the top of the stairs...and I think "oh no, the flu".

Thank goodness.....she just peed the bed!

I never thought I would ever think nor say "ah, she just peed her bed".

I look in her room, her big girl room (i know sounds crazy 2 rooms, not so lavish trust me) then I go look in my bed.

P is snuggled tightly in Daddy's nook.

The nook?

The perfect little crevice where daddy's shoulder curves in ward....it used to be my nook...now it's our nook.

She is not a snuggler....especially with mama.

She saw me..probably heard me...and said mama I'm sleeping with my daddy...and who could argue with that.

I can hear her though now....chit chatting to daddy who is sound asleep due to being awake 48 hours now....so off I go....maybe she'll snuggle me?



Technical interference..

{technical interference}

I love technology for many reasons.

I love the fact that when my daughter is napping (or lets be real watching cartoons) I can jump on the book.....share pictures of P with all my friends and family, enjoy all the pictures of my friends children who are also ever changing and growing quickly, and even just keep up with friends who if it weren't for the book I'd see once a year if that.....I love fb for all these reasons.

I don't love that it takes the realness out of some people.

It's so funny to me how you can communicate via fb and share so many friendly thoughts and words...and then you see the same person in person and they get that uncomfortable look and seem so awkward having a real LIVE conversation.

Obviously I'm not delusional. I know that having over 300 or however many "friends" we have via fb...blog followers, etc...doesn't really mean were all "friends" but in a sense it means we feel safe and comfortable sharing pic's of our children, sharing silly stories of our lives, and sometimes building new friendships based on common interests and the fact that our children will be growing up in the same community....

So the fact that the courtesy and comfort lies in a silly computer screen boggles my mind.

When I see you in person....I find it sad that people are not as friendly, act as if that kid in your shopping cart is not the same kid they leave comment after comment on in the pictures you post. It's kinda like the people who you have done their hair for years...and when they stop coming to you (happens all the time we as hair dressers expect this) act like you your going to be angry with them so they avoid you and act as if they haven't shared detailed stories of their life with you... it's okay people....my feelings towards you don't change because you wanted to try someone new to do you hair....it's okay....we can still be friends.

This technology interferes with the realness of people.

OR

Does technology just give people the confidence that they lack in person.

Either way it's kinda a tease.

You don't always get what you see on the book.

Denver...

{Denver}

It's that time again.

Heading South.

P in the back....plenty of DVDs to choose from, a snack bag....

I'm hoping she will use the ear phones this trip so I can listen to my own tunes.....I mean enough Disney is enough.

No plans really.

No time frame.

Just P and I.

Loading up and doing whatever we want.

I like this idea....

I know P and I will do this lot's throughout the years....why not start early?

wardrobe

{wardrobe}

I think he entire wardrobe consists of three brands.

Matilda Jane.

Crew Cuts.

and
Target.



Not those shoes of coarse.

Those shoes (which are too small) were found at some boutique in Sheridan....and of coarse they are her most favorite shoes ever (I was going to put in a box and someone got very very upset with me...so they have been glues to her since). If I let her pick her out fits...this is what you would get form Miss Peyton at age 2.

I thought it was cute....she did a good job.

So...off to the pool we went.

Have your own style P....(please always let it be like mine so I can have this much fun with dressing you forever).

Important

{important}