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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Whirlwind

Dear Delilah,

The past few weeks have been a blur of family, friends, travel, and adventure. It has been both the most exciting and most challenging summer in your short life, and it's not over yet!

The flurry of activity began with our annual family trip for one of your Uncle Rudy's baseball tournaments. This year, you fell in love with baseball during his first high school varsity season, so I looked forward to the tournament weekend even more than usual. The weekend included not just baseball, but a stroll through a beautiful park, fun in the hotel pool, and some very hot weather!





Just two days after returning home from the baseball weekend, we hit the road again for a visit with your Grandpa Pat & Grandma Lisa and your first trip to the Milwaukee County Zoo. We had lunch at Grandpa & Grandma's favorite Mexican restaurant where you impressed everyone by eating the spicy salsa like a pro (you get that from your Mama) and taking down a huge heap of guacamole with your bare hands. 

When we arrived at the zoo, you were totally blown away by seeing animals up close that you'd only seen in books or on a screen before. Very early in the day, a monkey frightened you when he swung up and smacked the window of the enclosure, but fortunately, you shook it off quickly and enjoyed the rest of the zoo. One of your favorite parts was riding the train, and you were a big fan of the elephants, the big cats, and the penguins. 







The next morning, we left your Grandparents' home and headed to Chicago to pick up my friend Jenn and her 3 year old daughter D and bring them back to our house to visit for a few days as part of their 3-State vacation. Jenn is a friend that I met online in a parenting community a couple of years ago, and throughout that time we realized just how much we have in common in terms of parenting and our values about life in general. This is no exaggeration, their time with us was downright magical, and I have no doubt that we've made friends for life. You looked up to D so much, and had so much fun with her.

During their visit, we took them to our local Children's Museum:

 
We all went canoeing on the Kickapoo river and stopped on a little sand bar for a picnic lunch and some play time, where you willingly entered a fresh body of water for the first time in your life:




We went on a "Mississippi Adventure Cruise" on the backwaters of the Mississippi, where Jenn was pleased to find that the Mississippi has parts that are much more beautiful than in St. Louis, where she comes from, and you and D got to learn a bit about the wildlife on the river:





On their last day here, we took them up to Granddad's Bluff for the best view of our city before seeing them to the train station for the last leg of their vacation.


We had a low-key Fourth of July spent at home and resting up for the last of our adventures; joining your Aunt Janelle, Uncle Jamie, and cousin Harper at the family lake house for the last weekend of their 10 day vacation there. This was our second trip to the lake house, but the first with weather that was perfect for getting out and enjoying the lake. Daddy and I went kayaking on Friday (me for my first time, which I quite enjoyed once I got the hang of it!), and on Saturday we rented a pontoon and spent the day on the lake. We finally found a life jacket (aka: "boat coat") that you would wear for more than a few minutes and you had a blast on the boat. You got to "help" Uncle Jamie drive the boat, after which you barked the order "BOTH HANDS!" at anyone who came near the steering wheel. Daddy even gave you your first fishing lesson, although the fish weren't biting at all!





Now, at last, we're home again and settling back into our normal routine. Of course, with the new part-time job I started this week, and providing day care for Harper when Auntie Janelle goes back to work next week, we'll have a whole new "normal" to adapt to. I suppose that just about the time we adjust to those changes, it will be time for all of us to adjust to having your baby brother or sister around! 

If there's one thing that's certain about your personality, it's that you're extremely adaptable to change, so I know that through it all, you'll be just fine. I'll probably have to take some lessons from your example of calm and easy-going attitude as we ride the tides of all of the change ahead of us. I'm looking forward to everything that's to come, and I'm so grateful that we've had the opportunity to have so many adventures during our last summer as a family of three.

Love,

Mama

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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Dear Delilah,

Your Uncle Rudy is quite the athlete, and cheering him on at his sporting events is a regular family event. This past weekend, Grandpa Rudy and Grandma Bev sprung for a weekend out of town for the whole fam damily so that we could all cheer him on at a baseball tournament. Last year's outing was quite an experience; your father and I were a slave to your sleeping schedule (or lack thereof, as it were), and missed out on a lot of the family fun as a result. That's not to say that we didn't enjoy ourselves! In fact, it was all of the fun and excitement that caused such disruption to your sleeping and eating patterns. See, you had fun:


And even had your first experience in a swimming pool:


But this year? This year was even better! You're a bit more flexible with your typical routine now, and more importantly, you're more able to communicate your needs and wants. You're such a social little baby that the modest crowds at the games, the shopping center, the breakfast area in the hotel, and the swimming pool didn't throw you one bit. (The cold water in the swimming pool, that's a different story!)

Apparently, babies are the coolest thing ever to teenage boys, because after winning their first game, your Uncle scooped you up on his way over to the post-game huddle. His teammates eagerly greeted you and even stole you away from your beloved uncle!


He sure is proud to be your uncle, even when you're too tired to smile for the camera with him.


After another game, a nap, some shopping, and another nap, you had a ball while we all enjoyed food grilled by Grandpa Rudy in the parking lot at the hotel, along with your Grandpa Pat and Grandma Lisa who stopped by for a visit.


Then on Sunday, there was more intense baseball action to watch.


You are such an easy-going baby that traveling with you is a breeze, save for the extra packing we have to do now. You don't even seem to mind traveling in the car, alternating between sleeping and happily chattering away or hugging your stuffed monkey. Your father and I are always so grateful when we get to spend a whole weekend all together as a family. It gives us the chance to be mindful of how much and how quickly you are growing and changing before our very eyes. Your are adding vocabulary and concepts to your repertoire daily, and we're starting to lose track! One thing we will never lose track of is how sweet, loving, fun, and adorable you are. Just when we think that living our life as our little family can't get any better, it does.



Love,

Mama

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Monday, February 28, 2011

U-Ra-Ra

Dear Delilah,

When you were just a tiny wee baby, we took you to one of your Uncle (Unc) Rudy's basketball games. You slept through the whole entire thing. Whistles, cheers, and buzzers couldn't stir you. More recently, sounds like whistles, buzzers, and loud cheers startled and frightened you. Last summer, we took you to one of the local team's baseball games, and I started to dread each run, knowing that the eruption of cheers and applause would get you screaming in fear.

Given your more recent aversion to sudden loud noises and outbursts of applause, I wasn't sure how you'd handle going to Unc's basketball tournament this past weekend. Knowing it was the last chance we'd have to watch Unc play with the boys I've been watching him play with since he was in 3rd grade, since he's headed to a different high school than the rest of them next year, we had to give it a shot and see how you'd hold up.

Once again, you've proven yourself to be quite a trooper. Your Grandma is the loudest fan of all, and while you jumped a little bit the first few times she cheered, you quickly adjusted and started clapping and hollering along with the crowd.

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The team won all of their games, coming in second in the tournament. After all was said and done, you joined us for a little celebration at a local sports bar, and held your own amongst the noise and commotion there, too.


 While that was the last time we'll get to see Unc play with that team, there will be no shortage of sports events to go and support him at. I'm already looking forward to what is becoming an annual family getaway for a baseball tournament in June. You weren't quite big enough to truly enjoy or appreciate it last year, but this year, I can't wait to see all the fun in store for you!

Love,

Mama


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Saturday, February 26, 2011

I Love the Flower Girl

Dear Delilah,

Your first real New Year's Eve party (you were just shy of 2 months old on your first official New Year's Eve, so it wasn't much of a party!) was the best kind of party there is. A wedding! We rang in the New Year with a celebration of your Aunt Janelle and Uncle Jamie's love, and I might be biased, but I'm pretty sure you were the most beautiful flower girl who ever flower girled.

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Photos by DMB Photography
You were such a delight, and perhaps the most popular member of the wedding party, save for the bride of course!

Love,

Mama



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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tidying Up Trepidation

Dear Delilah,

As a newborn, loud noises didn't phase you. You would never flinch when Sadie started barking to announce the arrival of a guest. At just 6 weeks old, you slept through one of your uncle's basketball games, the noise level so high I was worried your hearing would be damaged.

Your seeming unawareness of shifts in decibels started to change when you were around three months old. Suddenly you started jumping at Sadie's bark. Bursts of applause frightened you. The worst of all? The vacuum cleaner.

Your reaction to the obnoxious whir of the vacuum was one of terror. For nearly a year now, we have painstakingly avoided traumatizing you with the vacuum cleaner by taking care of that chore while one or the other of us has you out of the house, during the narrow window of time between the moment when you first start stirring from your nap and the moment when you become annoyed that you haven't been rescued from your crib yet, or as a last resort, when we leave you in your room and shut the door for a few minutes so we can get it taken care of.

No more.

I decided that enough was enough, and fell back on my education in counseling theories to get you past your fear. I figured it was nothing that a little Exposure Therapy couldn't take care of, and it turns out I was right!

I started out by just putting the vacuum cleaner in the room with us while you played and I tidied up and swept the floor. I explained that I was going to be vacuuming soon, and it was going to get noisy. After little more than a curious glance, you returned to your toys. When I started to push it around without turning it on, I reminded you that it was going to get loud soon, but that there was no need to be scared, because the noise meant the floor was getting clean and was nothing to be scared of. A look of concern passed over you face, but it was short-lived.

Finally, I secured you on my hip in a sling and got ready to get down to business. I gave you one last warning that it was going to be loud, and then flipped the switch. I was slightly taken aback when you didn't start crying, but merely clung to me a little bit tighter and buried your face in my shoulder. After a few moments, you grew more and more brave, and started gazing at the vacuum cleaner inquisitively, as though you were trying to remember what the fuss was all about in the first place.


I was impressed with how quickly and easily you overcame your aversion to the vacuum. By the time we got to the last room on the itinerary, your bedroom, you were leaning precariously over the edge of the sling, reaching for the handle to "help" me push the vacuum around. I'd like to think that it's my stellar therapeutic skills that got you so swiftly past your apprehension, but I've got to give credit where credit is due, and you're becoming more confident, curious, and independent with each passing day.

Next on the agenda, I need to figure out how to gradually expose you to sudden bursts of cheering and applause. Your uncle's basketball season is over, but baseball season is just around the corner!

Love,

Mama


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