Two

Sunday, November 02, 2008

I love this silly little monkey! Love her to bits.

That’s all.

27 Months Old

Friday, October 31, 2008

Dear Carlita,

I knew early on that there was a whole lot more going on inside that noggin of yours than you let on. That little Buddha smile might have fooled us for a little while, but it didn’t take us long to realize that whatever was going on around you, you never missed a beat, your eyes always scanning the room looking for the source of whatever caught your attention. You were a calm baby, yet firm. You put up with a lot and in return you had a few demands that had to be carried out.

I knew early on that this old-soul behavior was just the calm before the storm. My dear, you have not disappointed me. I never knew so much frustration could fit into such little space as your two year old body. Oh the things you want to do, and always now, now, NOW. This month you have learned, because you demanded to, how to push the button on the dvd player so the dvd magically disappears into the machine. You demand to be lifted so you can put the dvd cover on top of the stack we keep at the tv. You are afraid of the dark, and you have an obsession with “cider” (which, as it turns out, means “spider”, because we happen to have quite a few of those.)

All of a sudden there are so many things happening to you, with you, about you. You’ve had the longest fuse ever and now you’ve finally run out, the result is nothing less than spectacular. As much as I loved you as a baby this explosion of your personality makes me fall in love with you all over again.

And you are stubborn. Oh so very stubborn. You don’t just want to play with a toy, you want to know how it works first. I can’t sit down and draw with you because you will attempt to take over, just like your mum. I doubt your teenage years will be easy on us, but I can also see how this stubbornness that I so lovingly passed on to you will keep us together, because there is no denying it, you are your parents’ daughter, and I can only describe our love for you as fierce.

Your dad turned to me today, all shocked, just to say just how big you’ve gotten, how there is no baby left in you. Something I say in a small, confused voice to him on a near daily basis, because dude, where did my baby go? But now your dad has finally caught on too and it really is true. You are growing up. So fast. We bought you your first pair of boots when you were still a chubby little thing, and you are just now growing out of them, a year and some months later. Much like Pinocchio you have turned into a real child.

I hope you will read these letters one day and look at all the pictures and know that not a single one of them has been able to capture the beauty I see when I look at you, or my writing able to do you justice, and yet I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy the time I get to spend with you.

Entering “Phantom” territory

Thursday, October 30, 2008

I need some disgustingly cute filler for as long as it takes me to find out if I have a food poisoning or if I am having phantom morning sickness.

Is skeptical about Icelanders being terrorists

Happy Halloween and all that!

Down, down, down it goes

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

This makes me very sad to look at, but at least I have a ton of crap to prove I was there, before it all went down.

Just to celebrate the shitty economy I insisted that Jelly Man buy me a proper winter jacket. Last year I bought a nice wind/cold resistant thing, only I’m so fat that I had to buy it in a man’s size, one size bigger than the one Jelly Man bought for himself. I am not tall, I am just fat, so you can imagine where my arms went. All in all it was a horrible experience. This year I wanted a real jacket and so Jelly Man drove us to the store and stuck some cash in my fist and told me to go nuts.

I know the economy is crap and that maybe saving is a good idea, like, ya think? But I was determined to buy something I can actually wear without feeling like I shrunk several sizes while still not being able to zip that fucker up in a comfortable manner. I nearly passed my absolute dream jacket because it didn’t quite amaze me on the rack, but you guys, I LOVE MY NEW JACKET! And it cost me a fortune! And I only feel marginally bad about that, because DUDE I CAN ZIP IT UP, I CAN ZIP IT UP GOOD!

It’s both a blessing and a curse that we don’t have a proper full length mirror in the house, I spend enough time doing unproductive shit as it is and standing in front of a mirror taking pictures of myself would be a little rich even for me. Just trust me when I say that the jacket and this cute little sweater I found to go with it were made for me, and so I bought them to the tune of more than I ever wanted to spend on a winter jacket. And now I feel guilty, so I think I better go scrub something…

Oh, and I cut Carlita’s hair. If you squint just right you can almost not tell at all. Now she no longer dons layers, which were remnants from her mullet period. Now it’s pretty even all around and slightly longer than to her shoulders, except her bangs which are right in her eyes because I don’t want to trim them again. Oh, my little bebeh.. I have already put a lock in one of her picture frames.

Am waiting for first week of November with great anticipation. Are we, or are we not?