I figure the blog is due for some updated Little Bean photos. Yes??
Chloe's first finger pinching experience also happened today, which is a milestone in and of itself. Poor baby girl pinched her finger in the doorway to her nursery this morning. She loves opening and closing doors, and while I feel like I'm constantly watching to make sure she doesn't get her fingers pinched, I was too slow on the draw this morning.
I saw her run into the nursery, close the door, then I heard one big scream, followed by several others, to which I spotted four tiny little fingers pinched in the inside edge of the door opening. The following two minutes were a bit of a circus. Naturally, I freaked out trying to help her. She was on the inside of the nursery, and I was standing out in the hall trying to figure out how to get into the room without pinching her figures even worse.
My mind went blank when I couldn't think of whether or not to open the door or close it more to make the opening big enough to get her fingers out. I totally panicked and started yelling, "Ron, her fingers are stuck!! Her fingers are stuck!!"
Well, because I'm a spaz and have a near death experience anytime something even slightly scary happens to our daughter, my hubby in all of his rationality came to the rescue, saved the pinched fingers, scolded me for being a spaz and saved the day. Another day; another A, or not so much for me.
Daddy is the hero today.
Just when I think I couldn't possibly love her anymore, I discover that I am more in love than ever with her big, twinkling blue eyes, chubby cheeks and larger than life belly laugh.
Last night as I held her in my arms with her head resting on my shoulder and those little arms of hers wrapped around my neck in a display that whispers, "Mommy, I feel safe and secure just. like. this.," I thought back to a time when I wondered if I would ever have any children when I so desperately desired to.
Thinking further on it in that moment, my eyes swept across the CHLOE banner hanging above her crib, and I thought about how I had always loved that name as long as I could remember, how my husband loved the name too and how we now have our very own little Chloe and just how surreal it all is when the journey is broken down into fragments of memories. Somehow, we had both sensed that we were having a girl, so to be honest, we never even discussed boy's names.
As I held my girl in my arms last night, I thought back on that tiny baby that fit snuggly in the crook of one arm - that little baby girl we first brought home from the hospital who now has strong, long legs and arms and fills much of the expanse of my own body just to carry her.
I thought, "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to call this little one mine. She came from me; she came from my husband. She is literally a part of us, and she is perfect. Whoa."
And here we are at 19 months - 19 months of more sleepless nights than not, 19 months of growing pains, challenges and difficult parenting decisions, but more importantly the BEST and, undoubtedly, the most magical 19 months of my life spent snuggling with my beautiful, bright, happy, loving baby girl and one pretty darn outstanding husband, both of whom fill my heart.
Chloe gives both her daddy and I lots of hugs and kisses, and we treasure each and every one.
As I look at my little girl today, I see a toddler who is sensitive and shy around others until she has been given a comfortable amount of time to come out of her shell (she gets this trait from both of her parents). I shall call this the warm-up-window.
Baby girl just needs some time within the safety of either her mommy or daddy's arms to get acclimated to her surroundings before she feels safe in anyone else's arms. This is pretty crucial for her. Apparently, I was like that at her age, too.
M.S. Walk in Hastings - We walk this each year in support of my mother-in-law who has M.S.
I also see a sweet, affectionate little girl who is very talkative, giggly and ever-so-happy. She is smart as a whip, too. Her Auntie Jenna gave her the flash cards you see below, and she's had all of them memorized for about a month now. Just watching her learn and discover and show us all that she knows has been such an awesome experience.
Oh, and these little pink, cow pajamas totally slay me. Whenever I put her in them, there's suddenly a hot pink flash of lightning that streaks across the living room.
Bubble blowing lessons :)
What a precious time, and I'm soaking it all up!!