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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Easter Pics are Here!
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Bronwen Can...
Wear a stylish velour hoodie.
Take a bath without the sissy infant tub.
Reach for little puffy tasteless food,
Put the food in her mouth,
and wait for a high five from her daddy!
Play on her music table before bedtime.
Make her hair curl in the back.
Read her "Hello Bee, Hello Me!" book all by herself, spending extra time on the pages with a mirror. (she likes that cute baby in there)
Bronwen wants to know what YOU can do! Comment away, please!
Take a bath without the sissy infant tub.
Reach for little puffy tasteless food,
Put the food in her mouth,
and wait for a high five from her daddy!
Play on her music table before bedtime.
Make her hair curl in the back.
Read her "Hello Bee, Hello Me!" book all by herself, spending extra time on the pages with a mirror. (she likes that cute baby in there)
Bronwen wants to know what YOU can do! Comment away, please!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Chase!
Just like her Aunt Jana, Bronwen loves to invent new games. This one I discovered as I went into her nursery to get her from a nap. I walked in and said, "Hello my sweet Baby!" and she giggled at me and started crawling around in her crib like she was hiding. This was great fun for her, so she decided to carry the game over using the entire house as her running track. The game is as follows: Bronwen decides to crawl away from me as fast as she can, with me crawling after her saying, "I'm going to get you!" (but not in a creepy way)
She races around the couch, stopping every so often to either check my progress, or to maintain visual contact to better plan her flight strategy.
Then she's off again--stopping only to look under the carpets for hidden dangers.
During the game, this is usually what I see--fleeing baby,
Finally, my reward for "catching" the elusive baby--a big smile, hugs, and lots of slobbery kisses.
She races around the couch, stopping every so often to either check my progress, or to maintain visual contact to better plan her flight strategy. 
Then she's off again--stopping only to look under the carpets for hidden dangers.
During the game, this is usually what I see--fleeing baby,Finally, my reward for "catching" the elusive baby--a big smile, hugs, and lots of slobbery kisses.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Household Chores
Kudos to my super-baby who loves to help me with my daily tasks. For instance, just today I was working feverishly on laundry. When it was time for folding the clothes, I decided to enlist the help of my child. It is never to early to teach one's offspring about pitching in with household responsibilities.
Thankfully, Bronwen was more than willing to lend her assistance, despite not yet being able to do much but destroy everything I tried to do.
By the way, she is in just her skivvies because I was going to choose her outfit from the pile. Little did I know she would enjoy being in the buff so thoroughly.
Thankfully, Bronwen was more than willing to lend her assistance, despite not yet being able to do much but destroy everything I tried to do.
By the way, she is in just her skivvies because I was going to choose her outfit from the pile. Little did I know she would enjoy being in the buff so thoroughly.
Light Reading
I know how important early exposure to reading books can be for babies and young children. I read to Bronwen each night, or TJ does, and she usually enjoys adventuring with her Personal Penguin or bidding Good Night to the Moon. Sadly, this is not enough for her any more. She has decided that she wants to take matters into her own hands and read without my assistance.
I allowed her full access to my library. She perused the shelves, her eyes searching for the text that would fulfill her yearning for good literature. After choosing her tome, she settled into the couch, scanning the front cover for any clue of the adventures contained within.
Finding the cover acceptable, she opened the book and began to scan the contents.
She needed something to munch on as she became more involved in the tale. Instead of chips or popcorn, she opted for her ergonomically designed pacifier, which seemed to satisfy her craving. Here I interrupt her as she is almost halfway into her reading.
I know the suspense is killing you. What did Bronwen find so engrossing? What book could possibly have kept her attention for so long? Let's just say...she is obviously MY child.
I allowed her full access to my library. She perused the shelves, her eyes searching for the text that would fulfill her yearning for good literature. After choosing her tome, she settled into the couch, scanning the front cover for any clue of the adventures contained within.
Finding the cover acceptable, she opened the book and began to scan the contents.
She needed something to munch on as she became more involved in the tale. Instead of chips or popcorn, she opted for her ergonomically designed pacifier, which seemed to satisfy her craving. Here I interrupt her as she is almost halfway into her reading.
I know the suspense is killing you. What did Bronwen find so engrossing? What book could possibly have kept her attention for so long? Let's just say...she is obviously MY child.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Hello Kitty!
Thanks to Mimi for a super-wonderful Valentine's Day gift. Aunt Jana, never fear, Bronwen will soon be pictured in her new outfit--it is currently being laundered. Actually, for clarification: it isn't being rerouted through the books for purposes of embezzlement--just washed, dried, and smelling as fresh as spring breezes.
Mimi's package arrived last night. Bronwen was quite curious about the tall box. As usual, her trusty companion Pepper offered to give it the "smell test" to check for Anthrax and/or other harmful biological agents. Perhaps she was just inspecting it for tuna or salmon. One can never be certain. Perhaps that is why the police and FBI don't use cats for such matters.
Bronwen was excited when Pepper gave her the "all clear" to open.
Mollie also decided to help Bronwen open the box. Perhaps they can smell their own somehow; I am not sure. All I know is that soon a large, pink, spotted head was poking out of the top of the box.
It was a spotted leopard kitty from Build-a-Bear! She was wearing a Hello Kitty sparkley top and Hello Kitty slippers.
Thank you Mimi!
Mimi's package arrived last night. Bronwen was quite curious about the tall box. As usual, her trusty companion Pepper offered to give it the "smell test" to check for Anthrax and/or other harmful biological agents. Perhaps she was just inspecting it for tuna or salmon. One can never be certain. Perhaps that is why the police and FBI don't use cats for such matters.
Bronwen was excited when Pepper gave her the "all clear" to open.
Mollie also decided to help Bronwen open the box. Perhaps they can smell their own somehow; I am not sure. All I know is that soon a large, pink, spotted head was poking out of the top of the box.
It was a spotted leopard kitty from Build-a-Bear! She was wearing a Hello Kitty sparkley top and Hello Kitty slippers.
Thank you Mimi!
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