Well, it's been a long time since I wrote in here my sweet little one. Your Mommy is a very silly girl sometimes. I constantly try and make everyone happy and then when I'm crashing and burning I realize that I can't continue to make everyone happy if I am not okay. You make me okay pumpkin. Your face, your voice, your laugh.. it all just perks me up again. I love you with all my heart and I will do anything in this world for you. I want to be the best Mom I can be. Somehow I know when I get that piece of paper and really start diving in to this company, I'll be able to afford living in NJ a little bit more. Your Mommy= college graduate and entrepreneur. Business woman by day, ruler of all things Mommy and singing at night! But for real, I want to put some roots down with you baby. I want you to go to school in the same town until you are old enough to decide where you want to be in life. I want to give you stability and comfort forever. I want you to look up to me and not follow in my footsteps. I always thought I would make a better, stronger, more bad ass version of myself. That is you Nina Bean. Don't fall in love so easily, don't try and save the world, and don't be so sensitive. PLEASE!
It's hard to believe you will be three years old on Christmas Eve. Where does the time go? I remember when you were born so clearly. You have grown up so fast. You have quite the personality on you too! The things that come out of your mouth are precious. Every night I put you in bed, give you some milk, and lay with you. I read you a book and then turn one of your DVD's on, usually Thomas, and watch you. When I go to get up, you wrap your little arms around me so tight and you say, "Don't go Mommy.. I want you." Oh my heart! You are also now getting to the "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME" stage as well. I can't wait until you're three (well, I can really) so I can put you in some activities I think you would enjoy. You love dancing so maybe ballet? Some sort of dance anyway. I definitely want you to play soccer because every little toddler running around with matching uniforms like mad not knowing what the hell they're doing is the funniest thing on the planet. Of course you will be REQUIRED to play piano. I'm sorry baby girl. It's the only thing I am going to demand you learn.
I already know you're a musician too. Just by the way you watch me play guitar. You go in to a trance and can sit there for hours listening and wanting to play. It's so rewarding to me to see you love music so much. You sing like a little angel already. I forget your little brain is like a sponge. I sing Ave Maria to you in Latin. It was my Memere's favorite song. Now when I sing it to you, you sing it with me. You know almost all of the words and how the melody goes. It's amazing to me my little one. Anyway, I just want you to know how very much I love you and how badly I want to do right by you. Sometimes I just wish we could turn back the hands of time and your Daddy, you, and me could all be happy together like it's supposed to be. Regardless if we are together or not, we both love you like mad and you will always be our number one. Until next blog my mini me.
Love,
Mum
Monday, September 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Mommy is slacking!
Dear Nina & followers,
I have totally and 100% been slacking on this blog. For that, I apologize. There has been much happening in our lives lately. We'll start with Christmas....
What an amazing Christmas it was! You gave so many awesome presents to so many good people and you also received so many toys you didn't know what to do with yourself. Your favorite is the kitchen set Ryan got you. He really nailed it with that one. Your imagination is becoming so alive and vivid and to watch you play is incredible to me. You also turned two my beautiful girl and I am a lucky woman to watch you grow in to such a beautiful, inspiring, and intelligent little girl. Christmas Eve of the night you were born was by far the best moment of my life. Mommy's birthday was also the best birthday she had in a while. When the clock struck midnight I creeped upstairs to where you were sleeping, kissed your forehead and said, "Happy New Year my beautiful girl." I can't imagine spending one without you.
The only thing I regret from the holidays is that Memere, Poppy, your Uncle Ryan, and Aunt Ashley were not there to celebrate with us. Of course, they were in our hearts. Your Aunt Donna called Poppy to wish him a happy new year and he said your Memere had one Pina Colada and was passed out on the couch. A Pina Colada is a drink that has coconut in it, amongst other things... but you will not have the pleasure of experiencing them for another nineteen years (I hope). Side note: Today, January 10, is MY Memere's birthday. My Mom's Mom. She is in heaven now my little one and is definitely watching over you!
Now, lets move on to the business of the "terrible twos." Your favorite word is now, "NO." Not "no thank you," not "I'm okay.. thanks," just plain, "NO!" Everything is "NO!!!" You have learned the art of the female manipulation very young my little grass hopper and your Mommy just so happens to be a sucker. When you curl up that bottom little lip of yours, squint so hard it looks like you are morphing in to an Asian, and softly say, "Mooooommmmyyyyyy" I melt in to a pool of SUCKER. I am learning though, to become a more stern disciplinarian..... slowly.....
Along with your new favorite vocabulary of words, you are now in the stage where you repeat every single thing I say. I drop something and say, "shit!" You drop something and say, "Oh shit!" I can walk around all day saying "I love you" or "puppies are cute" and you will still repeat the one thing I said that is negative. It's almost as if toddlers have this built in preconception of what curse words are, how to use them, and in what context to use them in. Simply amazing my little child. Of course this is my fault for letting those naughty words slip out of my potty mouth but New Years resolution number two is to watch what I say around you. I'm getting better at this spelling things out deal, but it is so very difficult. When I drop something or stub my toe, I don't want to spell out G-O-D D-A-M-N M-O-T-H-E-R F-U-C-K-E-R! By the way, I am not letting you read this one until you are much older. I think I may even print these all out and give them to you in a book on your 18th birthday.
I just want to throw in here that you have an obsession with your little pink hippo. You call it your "baby." The thing about this pink hippo is that I bought 12 of them and somehow there are only a few left. Tattered and stained they are, but non the less, your comfort. I even bought other babies that are similar. You pull the tail and it plays a song. I thought for sure this is why you liked these babies. No no no. No dogs, no bunnies, no kitty cats. You have to have the pink hippo. I searched high and low for more pink hippos. If I want one, I have to order it online for $30. Those Carter bastards. So if any of you fellow readers would like to possibly buy this "pink hippo" I would be much obliged. She can have an arsenal of them. For what, I do not know. ;)
http://www.dirtybutter.com/plushcatalog/shop.php/animals/carter-39-s-prestige/carter-39-s-just-one-year-pink-hippo-yellow-flower-crib-pull-brahms/p_2667.html
So on with the pictures and videos my darling. Enjoy!
Love,
Mum
I have totally and 100% been slacking on this blog. For that, I apologize. There has been much happening in our lives lately. We'll start with Christmas....
What an amazing Christmas it was! You gave so many awesome presents to so many good people and you also received so many toys you didn't know what to do with yourself. Your favorite is the kitchen set Ryan got you. He really nailed it with that one. Your imagination is becoming so alive and vivid and to watch you play is incredible to me. You also turned two my beautiful girl and I am a lucky woman to watch you grow in to such a beautiful, inspiring, and intelligent little girl. Christmas Eve of the night you were born was by far the best moment of my life. Mommy's birthday was also the best birthday she had in a while. When the clock struck midnight I creeped upstairs to where you were sleeping, kissed your forehead and said, "Happy New Year my beautiful girl." I can't imagine spending one without you.
The only thing I regret from the holidays is that Memere, Poppy, your Uncle Ryan, and Aunt Ashley were not there to celebrate with us. Of course, they were in our hearts. Your Aunt Donna called Poppy to wish him a happy new year and he said your Memere had one Pina Colada and was passed out on the couch. A Pina Colada is a drink that has coconut in it, amongst other things... but you will not have the pleasure of experiencing them for another nineteen years (I hope). Side note: Today, January 10, is MY Memere's birthday. My Mom's Mom. She is in heaven now my little one and is definitely watching over you!
Now, lets move on to the business of the "terrible twos." Your favorite word is now, "NO." Not "no thank you," not "I'm okay.. thanks," just plain, "NO!" Everything is "NO!!!" You have learned the art of the female manipulation very young my little grass hopper and your Mommy just so happens to be a sucker. When you curl up that bottom little lip of yours, squint so hard it looks like you are morphing in to an Asian, and softly say, "Mooooommmmyyyyyy" I melt in to a pool of SUCKER. I am learning though, to become a more stern disciplinarian..... slowly.....
Along with your new favorite vocabulary of words, you are now in the stage where you repeat every single thing I say. I drop something and say, "shit!" You drop something and say, "Oh shit!" I can walk around all day saying "I love you" or "puppies are cute" and you will still repeat the one thing I said that is negative. It's almost as if toddlers have this built in preconception of what curse words are, how to use them, and in what context to use them in. Simply amazing my little child. Of course this is my fault for letting those naughty words slip out of my potty mouth but New Years resolution number two is to watch what I say around you. I'm getting better at this spelling things out deal, but it is so very difficult. When I drop something or stub my toe, I don't want to spell out G-O-D D-A-M-N M-O-T-H-E-R F-U-C-K-E-R! By the way, I am not letting you read this one until you are much older. I think I may even print these all out and give them to you in a book on your 18th birthday.
I just want to throw in here that you have an obsession with your little pink hippo. You call it your "baby." The thing about this pink hippo is that I bought 12 of them and somehow there are only a few left. Tattered and stained they are, but non the less, your comfort. I even bought other babies that are similar. You pull the tail and it plays a song. I thought for sure this is why you liked these babies. No no no. No dogs, no bunnies, no kitty cats. You have to have the pink hippo. I searched high and low for more pink hippos. If I want one, I have to order it online for $30. Those Carter bastards. So if any of you fellow readers would like to possibly buy this "pink hippo" I would be much obliged. She can have an arsenal of them. For what, I do not know. ;)
http://www.dirtybutter.com/plushcatalog/shop.php/animals/carter-39-s-prestige/carter-39-s-just-one-year-pink-hippo-yellow-flower-crib-pull-brahms/p_2667.html
So on with the pictures and videos my darling. Enjoy!
Love,
Mum
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