Thursday, January 29, 2009

a girl and her stick

Just a few pictures from our walk today:

Maddie loves to collect sticks of all sizes and shapes, calling some "special." There are "Mama" sticks, "Daddy" sticks, "baby" sticks, sticks for the doggy, sticks for friends and neighbors...oh the endless joys of sticks!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

big girl bed

After a week or so of the dreaded multiple nighttime wakings we've had two nights of uninterrupted sleep! Hooray! Maddie loves her big girl bed and so do her Daddy and I. But in the same way that she was starting to look so big in her crib, she looks so itty bitty in her bed (sometimes when I peek in I have trouble finding her amidst the sheet, quilt and pillows.)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

rough night in the big girl bed

The picture just doesn't do justice. This girl has got one crazy mess of hair this morning.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Oh my sweet girl,

Two years ago at 11:21 am, you entered this world pink, swollen, squeaky and the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. From our first moments face to face to the friendship we share today, I can say without question that I am so proud to be your Mama.

Two means a lot of changes for you, my little miss. We've been talking more and more about what it means to be a "big girl." In the next few days, your new bed will arrive and you will no longer sleep in a crib. We have been working on potty training and you talk constantly about wearing "big girl undies with princesses on them." Just yesterday you wore your big sister t-shirt and we talked about the baby brother that will be arriving in just two short months. Your Daddy is always commenting on what a little girl you're becoming, and so quickly.

But in the past month I've also had more opportunities to snuggle you, rock you, and hold you close in my arms like a baby. I've looked at your little face, those impossibly pink lips, smoothed the hair away from your face, and stared in disbelief at the fact that soon my little girl will no longer be the baby of the house.

Yet growing up is so much fun. You amuse us every day with your perceptions and interpretations of what is happening around you, providing an ongoing commentary filled with great description and detail. You show sheer delight in the world, in small things and big things, presents and people, cats and cousins, sledding and singing. Your Daddy and I hope you never lose this sense of adventure and astonishment in the world around you. You thrive in new environments and amaze us with your capacity to tolerate and even enjoy change.

As this new year brings so much to look forward to, it also makes me keenly aware of how you are moving away and how little I am actually capable of shielding you from as you become more independent. A few weeks back a friend hit you while playing and your first reaction was a nervous little laugh, calling her "silly." But soon big crocodile tears welled in your eyes and you climbed in my lap, not able to understand what just happened. 

Later that night, long after putting you to sleep, I lay in bed thinking of your trusting little face that showed such pain and an inability to understand why someone you love would hurt you. It wasn't the fact that you got hurt that made me cry that night, it was just knowing that there are so many boo-boos ahead, so many hurt feelings, so much that I just won't be able to protect you from. And it makes me feel sad. 

In so many ways I look forward to the birth of your baby brother, but I am also grieving the fact that our relationship will change and I won't be as available to you as I've always been. I trust that you and I will navigate this new adventure like every one before and come out stronger and better on the other side. But my sweet girl, know that with each passing day I find it harder and harder to put you down at night, giving you just one more kiss or allowing "just one more story" because I want so badly to fill you up with all the love I possibly can right now.

And you are so easy to love. You continue to be the sweetest, most affectionate child I know. You freely offer kisses and hugs to everyone you love and have a special sense for knowing when someone needs gentle care, like allowing your 9o year-old great-grandmother to pull you up into her lap without acting the least bit squirrely. Often when I pick you up after a nap, or to comfort you after a boo-boo, you will pat my back with your little hands, as if to reassure me.

As you turn two, I hope you know without a doubt how greatly you are loved and treasured, what a gift and miracle you are, and how much you have enriched our lives. I thank God every time I pray for such a sweet, loving, inquisitive child and I am overwhelmed at His love, goodness and mercy in allowing me to be your parent. Happy Birthday, sweet Madeleine Noelle!