Another awesome month

Letter to Lorelai (1 year 4 months):


This month you learned to eat with a spoon. Previously we had been just putting your food on your tray and letting you eat with your hands. It was the first step to allowing you to feed yourself. Then, one day I noticed you were getting most of your food in your mouth instead of everywhere else. That was when I decided to take the next step and give you a bowl and spoon. We let you try to figure out what to do with it. We figured that maybe you’ll watch the rest of us eat and get the idea. It sure didn’t take long for you to master it, did it?

Day one you used the spoon to poke and drum on your food and bowl while using your hands to eat your food. Day two you tried to scoop the food but without success. You even tried picking up the food and placing it on the spoon, but it’d fall right off. Day three you figured it out and was scooping like a professional. I could barely believe my eyes. You mastered it so fast.


It was also time for you to sleep in the room that you share with Niki. You were getting too big, and beat me up too much, to sleep in daddy’s and my bed any longer. Despite my hesitation, I did it right away. I knew that the longer I put it off, the harder it would be for the transition. The lack of sleep for a few nights (even weeks) now would be worth it if I could finally have my bed back.

To my surprise, it didn’t take too long for you to get used to. It even helped get your sister to stay in her bed instead of climbing into ours early in the morning. You have no idea how happy that made me to know that I can sleep better. My back doesn’t hurt anymore from night after night of trying not to roll over and squish you. Yes. Squish.


We’ve been to the playground a few times this month because of the beautiful weather. As soon as we get there I’d just put you down and let you run around. Of course, I stayed real close and kept my eye on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt. After running around checking everything out, you got bored of the low things. You wanted to climb, and climb you did!

Up, up, up the steps you went, slowly but surely. When you made it to the top, you looked back and gave me the biggest most triumphant smile imaginable. You crawled into the tunnel and looked out at me through the holes on the side. You were so happy to be able to play like a big kid.


Yesterday, while we were waiting for your sister to get out of her jazz class, I took out a coloring book and crayons so we could color. You got a good hold on those crayons and scribbled away like a professional. You even went as far as using both hands. It was fun, wasn’t it? While you got to color for the first time, I got to color too. That brown cloud looked pretty good, didn’t it?

One of your other little quirks is that you’re so in love with the cats. You play with them, lay on them, even sit on them. It doesn’t matter that they scratch you when you’re too rough, you still won’t leave them alone. I’m pretty sure that’s where you learned how to clearly pronounce the word “Ow!!!” when you get hurt. Except it’s more of a fake “OOOOOOW!!!” drawn out for a dramatic effect.

Is there anything you can’t do? If you really wanted to do it, I’m sure there isn’t.


Year One

Letter to Lorelai (1 year):

Happy Birthday, Pumpkin.

Should I begin with all the things you’ve been doing? Like playing Peekaboo with us. Walking backwards and sitting on my face. The fishy face is a huge surprise too. Knowing just when to laugh even if you don’t get the joke is freaking cute. There are just so many things that I’m sure I’ve missed some.


This month I put together a small party for you because it was your first birthday. Little lady, I can’t begin to tell you what I went through all the way up until the day.

It started with deciding where we would have it. Our apartment in Seattle was our final choice for many reasons. We couldn’t have it at your grandparents’ house because we couldn’t afford to drive back and forth AND put together a party. That, and we weren’t sure if Daddy worked that weekend. On the plus side, it was the first time the family came to visit us at our new apartment. Our good friend Amber really wanted to be a part of it but wouldn’t have been able to make it if it were elsewhere. Also, I really wanted to be a part of putting it together, but if we had it in Deer Park, I wouldn’t have been able to do that.

I decided with October 27, 2007 because it was on a Saturday. I know your birthday was Sunday, but I really wanted to make sure everyone invited was going to be able to make it. Your grandparents, aunty and cousins had to drive 300+ miles to get here. I wasn’t sure if they’d be able to stay long on Sunday because of school and appointments, so Saturday was the better choice.

Photo by Grandma Auayan

We also decided on using the Halloween theme for obvious reasons. Your daddy believes you were supposed to be born on Halloween, but it’s my fault I didn’t hold you in a few more days. The shopping for decorations, costumes and other supplies was insane. Every time I went to the store, I picked up a few things here and there. Then I had daddy and Amber go with me to help with some more shopping. I couldn’t figure out what we needed and how I was going to decorate. You were my little pumpkin while your big sister was The Black Cat. Daddy and I wanted to dress up, but he couldn’t find the costume he wanted and by the time I was done with everything, I noticed no one else was dressed up and didn’t want to be the only adult to. Sorry kid. I know how much that disappoints you.

A hard part was the menu. What do I make for a group that can be pretty picky? I didn’t want the traditional barbecue and potato salad, though that stuff is really good. I wanted it to be a bit different. I racked my brain for days until I finally decided on tacos and pizza. We even had fruit nachos. You loved the fruits but couldn’t eat the tacos or pizza. You did eat bits and pieces of the veggies.


I was worried everyone was going to get here late, but it turned out they all got here on time and Mommy was the one late. Preparing the food and finishing up the decorations took longer than I thought it would. Luckily, Amber came to my rescue and helped me finish up the food. We started about an hour late, which I was disappointed it turned out that way, but no one else complained. At least not to my face.

You took your regular 11AM nap while Daddy, Niki, Amber and I finished up what needed to be done. Everyone arrived while you were still sleeping. The kids got to play at the playground for a while so we could finish cooking the food. We even got to eat and play more before you came out. As soon as you woke up, I changed your diaper and put on your costume. Just so you know, you were one really adorable pumpkin.

Photo by Grandma Auayan

I had to bake your cake myself because I didn’t have enough time to find a bakery that made a non-dairy or soy cake. Guess what you had? A double chocolate soy cake! We did the cake on your actual birthday, not because it was planned that way, but because the time flew by so fast that those that weren’t staying the night had to leave. It all worked out in the end which is all that mattered.

This was the first time you’ve ever tasted chocolate. Let me tell you, you absolutely loved it. You barely touched the cake itself, but had a lot of the icing. You had a ball and got it all over yourself. Grandma, Aunty Mandy and I have pictures and videos to prove it.

So much had happened up to, on, and after your birthday that if I put it all down here, I’d might as well write you a book. How does “Maeby’s first birthday and the insanity Mommy went through” sound? It was completely insane, but totally worth it.

Photos by Aunty Mandy

Maybe those that were there could add to this because my brain is loaded and hard to sort through.Despite the awesome turnout, I’m not sure if I’ll be doing anything like this again for a long time. No ma’am.

You’re so crazy

A Letter to Lorelai (11 months old):


My Little Sweetheart,

When Daddy and I look at you, we forget that you are 11 months old. You’re already a little toddler exploring your surroundings. You’re not afraid to check things out and seem to want to take everything in. I can’t believe my eyes when I see you walking around as if you’ve been doing it forever.

The past month you’ve been doing the craziest things. I don’t know why, but you like to bump your head lightly over and over on things. The door, the underside of the table, the sliding glass door, MY FACE! Basically, anything you want. That’s fine, and even somewhat cute, but please don’t do it too hard. I don’t enjoy the bruises you get from doing so. Especially when I start to fear a visit from CPS because a “concerned neighbor” called believing that we hit you on the head with whatever was in sight at the time. That will not happen until you are at least ten. So you are safe for another 9 years. Geez.

You try to mimic words that Daddy and I say. Sometimes I swear you are really saying them. Some of your (and my) favorites are “uh oh!” with the ‘o’ face held afterward, “baby”, “heyyyy!!” and (while clapping) “yayyy!”. I just love the way you sound when you are saying these things. Did you know that you even pretend to be a little monster? You walk around making monster sounds. Just thinking about it I can hear your little “rarrr” and the cute faces that come with it.

Circles. I can’t believe it, but you love to turn in circles. Circles going forward, and going backward. You’re not even a 1 year old yet and you’re already doing it like a pro. You have the cutest little smile on your face when you do this. Sometimes you even do it so much that you get dizzy and fall down afterwards. Then your adorable little laugh escapes you and I just want to pick you up and squeeze you so tight.

You love to play. Your big sister is your favorite when it comes to playing, but if she’s not attentive enough, you come looking for someone else. That someone is usually me and you won’t stop bugging me until I pick you up and start tickling you, make funny faces, or throw a small blanket or shirt over your head again and again.

Just last night you sat in the kitchen with your sister’s pink shorts and tried over and over again to put it on your head. I caught you doing it and decided to help you the first time. Then you got up, walked around laughing, pulled it off and then went back to trying to put it on your head again. Can you guess what happened? After your persistence, you did it! You got the shorts on your head, got up again, and started walking around all happy and proud. Daddy and I couldn’t help but smile and clap.

Unfortunately, for me, not everything you do is a happy time for me. Your naps have become far and few. This means I have to put aside all my chores and duties to do your every wish. This would include laying down on the living room floor so you could use me as a pillow or face to poke, or sitting there while you run around doing whatever you feel like doing. If I get up and try to do some work, you get upset and throw a fit until I return to my position in the living room. Half the time you don’t even play with me or anything, but I’m not allowed to move. I’m not sure I’m in a hurry to see how you will be when you get to your sister’s age. Or older!