Ellie says...

...Happy Mother's Day!!! A sentiment I wholeheartedly echo... love ya, EM!

On a related note, EM and I were discussing the other day which was her FIRST mother's day... the one in 2007 or this one. I didn't sense a real strong opinion from her... she just loves being Ellie's mom; but, I feel strongly we celebrated her first one last year even though I know we both agree this one is the better of the two. Of course, this question is moot as it relates to father's day.

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Where's the doggie?

Our two dogs, Q in particular, like to sleep/hide under our bed from time to time and Ellie has recently discovered this. So for the last week or two, on at least a daily basis, she gets down on the floor beside the bed to check on the doggies. It's really cute:

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Shine on

Ellie got her first shiner the other day. You know, a black eye. It's the very slightest of shiners, but it is a shiner nonetheless. She was standing alongside her favorite bench, twisting and turning, when all of a sudden her face met the edge of the bench with a solid "thwack!" She didn't cry as much as I thought she would, and she was alongside the bench again before too long. I don't dare post a picture though - gotta keep the evidence out of the hands of CPS.

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Blah

It's hard to get too motivated to post something when you feel like crap and, sadly, I still do feel like crap. Fortunately, Ellie is still doing wonderfully well and has yet to show any indication that I have infected her (cross your collective fingers).

Her little legs get stronger with each day and I know she'll be walking before too long (before her b-day?). She's also "talking" more. Her new favorite "word" is "digga-digga-digga." Doggie? I don't know. But it's really cute to hear. Also, she has been fascinated with her books as of late. I especially enjoy when I catch a glimpse of her, in the rear view mirror, intently "reading" one of her many cardboard books. The studious fascination on her face is priceless.

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Thanks Nanny

Daddy daycare had to take a break yesterday and today since I haven't been feeling well. Fortunately, Nanny was able to look out for the little one thereby allowing me to rest and EM to not miss work. Ellie enjoyed the change so much that whenever Nanny had to leave her with me (bathroom breaks, etc), she expressed her displeasure.

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It took a while...

...but, we finally got a picture of her teeth:

Just call her bulldog:

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BFF?

Our darling Ellie has been inundated with toys (and really anything else a baby could want) since day one. Some toys, etc., have resonated with her more than others. However, over the last few days we have noticed that one "toy" in particular has commanded her attention unlike any other to date - she travels with it, sleeps with it, nurses with it. Which "toy" you ask has captivated our little one's attention?

We like to call him Mr. Boogs (as in booger). Mr. Boogs is Ellie's aspirator. Don't ask me how or why this relationship developed because I don't have an answer. We are just coming to terms with this odd matter ourselves. In fact, about the only thing we can think of at this point is just how mortified will we be when the time comes, out in public, that people stop and stare at the strange little family with the strange little girl hugging... and loving... and otherwise enjoying... her aspirator. Sigh.

Sorry this photo isn't the best; for some reason, I haven't had the opportunity (or is it the willingness) to take many pictures of her and Mr. Boogs.

Care to share any similarly strange attachments?





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