Secret Confessions of Addy: The Bathtub

Now that I'm one, I have started getting into a little more trouble recently. One day, my Mom was busy doing something while Cole was supposed to be getting in the tub. I crawled into the bathroom to see what Cole was doing. (Even though my Mom yells and yells for Emily and Cole to keep the bathroom door shut, they always forget!) Cole looked like he was having so much fun in the tub that I decided to climb in and join him. The only problem is, I still had my clothes on. My Mom had just changed my diaper too. She wasn't very happy with Cole or I, especially since she found out later that Cole helped me climb in the tub.


I got such a good reaction the first time that I climbed in, I decided to do it again the next day when Emily was in the tub. (Once again, the bathroom door was wide open! My brother and sister make it way too easy for me!)
Maybe one day my Mom will learn to watch me better! Until then, stay tuned for more trouble-making exploits.

Secret Confessions of Addy: I Hate Dresses!!

I don't know who made us girls have to wear dresses. They are a pain!
1. You can't get comfortable in them.
2. My dad is always telling Emily and I to quit showing our underwear/diapers.
3. They were not made for kids who crawl! I might have to start walking just so I don't have to worry about trying to move with a dress on.

This is a video of me just trying to play with my toys. But, I really struggle to move because of that stupid dress! I have mastered the bear crawl on Sundays so I can move around. I think we should all revolt and quit wearing dresses. I know my mom would like that!

Another Child Grows Up

As if Cole starting kindergarten and Addy turning 1 wasn't enough to make me feel old, Emily also started preschool this fall. It's just a small neighborhood preschool, but still, it's yet another child leaving the nest for at least a little while.
Here she is on her first day.
Cute clothes, cute hair, cute smile, what more does a girl need?
Hopefully she will grow into her backpack!
Her best friend is also in the preschool. Their poor teacher! It will be interesting to see if she tames them or if they tame her!
And a new friend to play with. What a great adventure preschool is!
Emily loves every minute of it. She wakes up every day asking if she gets to go to preschool today and is really bummed when she doesn't. She is excited to go and she is excited to come home and show me everything that she did that day. Hopefully that keeps up throughout her school years!

My 1st Birthday

My Mom told me that since it was my 1st birthday that I could do the blog entry on it. Wasn't that nice of her?!
It was a good birthday. I guess. I don't really have anything to compare it too. Although, I did have to wait soooooo long for my Dad to get home from work (I'm not sure I'm going to like having an August birthday. My Dad works a lot in August. Who's idea was it to have me in August anyway?!!?) and I had an ear infection in both ears and it was Cole's first day of Kindergarten so not all of the attention could be on me all day long. But, other than that, it was a fun day.
The day started with my Mom, Cole, and Emily singing me Happy Birthday when I woke up. I thought it was so funny I smiled and giggled, which of course made Emily and Cole want to sing it again. We played this game for several minutes before my Mom moved us along to something new. And every time throughout the day that Emily or Cole started singing to me, I laughed. What a great game that is!
When my Dad got home after work, I got to open my presents. It was pretty funny. Emily and Cole thought they were going to get to "help" me open them (or open them for me!), but I figured it out all by myself! Emily was not happy!
Did you know that if you keep pulling at the paper, a fun toy pops out?
Then, after I opened my presents (and Cole and Emily "showed" me how to play with them, funny, now that I think about it, I'm not sure I ever got the turn to play with them that they promised me!), anyway, then I got to have a cupcake. The real cake had to wait until family came on Sunday.
When Emily put it on my tray, I wasn't quite sure what to think. It didn't look like anything I had ever had before.
Then when I touched it, it felt kind of funny.
Once I got a taste of the cupcake, I realized that they had been holding out on me! This thing was YUMMY!! The chocolate icing was great! (Ignore the funky eyes, that was a product of my ear infection. I wasn't really drugged up at this point.)
After I was done with my cupcake, my Dad had to go play softball or something like that. So, my Mom was left home all alone with us kids. Sometimes when that happens, we gang up on her. She thought she had it under control that night. She let me play with my new toys while she was putting Cole and Emily to bed. But, I didn't want to play with my toys, I wanted to play with something else. After all, she can't get mad at me on my birthday, can she? (She says I'm too young to be doing this already, but apparently I figured it out!)
Then, on Sunday, I got to celebrate my birthday more. What a great Mom I have!
Lots of family came to celebrate with me and they brought more presents!
This time, not only did Cole and Emily try to help me unwrap my presents, but Grandpa did too. Doesn't he know that I can do it by myself?!?!? In fact, bags are even easier than paper. You just pull out the paper on top and then fun stuff is inside!
I got lots of cute clothes and a book that talks to me. One day, maybe Emily will give me my book back so I can read it again!
This time my Mom made me a real cake. She said it would have been fancier, but she spent the whole weekend taking care of Emily and I and our infected ears so she was tired and grumpy. Oh well, she promised me a fancy one next year.
I don't know why everyone tries to help me do everything. Once they lit the candle, I knew exactly what to do, yet Daddy and cousin Kira and Emily all tried to help me. I knew that you are supposed to blow it out, but they didn't give me enough time. But I did try. It was pretty cute!
Then, after we blew out the candle, Daddy showed me how to eat my cake...right out of the pan!
I didn't think that was nearly as much fun as grabbing Daddy's glasses and getting cake all over them. Now that was funny!
Then, they put me in the high chair and let me have some cake. But this cake did not taste like my cupcake because it had cream cheese frosting. Where is the chocolate?!?!? What does a girl have to do to get chocolate frosting!?!? Maybe when I turn 2!
Overall, it was a great birthday! Hopefully I will have many more, maybe even without the ear infections next time! (Did I mention I want chocolate frosting next year?)

My Little Boy Grows Up

Ok, I've been putting off this post because I don't want to admit that my little boy is now a big Kindergartener! But, he keeps going back every day for a week and a half now (and I'm actually learning to like the 2 hours or so of one less talking child!) So, I decided it was time to allow him to grow up...at least a little bit!
He's got his backpack on and he is ready to walk out the front door! Can I really let him walk out?
The door to his classroom. Can I really let him walk in?
Cole managed to get both his best friend and his best friend that is a girl in his class. We don't know if that is good or bad! We hope his teacher is prepared.
After helping him put his backpack away, find his seat, get his nametag on, he was ready. Can I walk out the door now?
After I had Cole all situated, there was a funny moment. All of the moms (and a few dads) were standing around at the edge of the classroom, with all of the kids in their seats and the teacher trying to get some last minute stuff done. Cole's friend's dad leaned over to me and asked what we were all waiting for. I turned back to him and I said, "I'm not sure, this is my first time doing this, but I think we are all waiting for the teacher to reassure us that she is going to take good care of our kids and then tell us to get out!" He said, "Oh, I thought we were waiting for some presentation or something." And with that, he turned and walked out. I started laughing and followed him out, as did the rest of the reluctant mothers.
After a little over 2 hours (I already hate early out day and it's only the second week!), we rushed back to the school to make sure that we were there when they came out sure that they would run to their mothers for a big hug.
I was in such a hurry that I didn't even notice that Emily put on 2 different shoes, a brown one and a black one!
And of course, as he came out, he didn't even know why I was there to pick him up. His cousin picked him up and that's all he needed! I've since been informed that he does not need me to walk him home. He has friends and cousins that can do it!
Sad, doesn't he understand a mother's need to hold on for just a while longer?