C-Jaz is definitely a little longer now. She reaches the pedals of the tricycle at Mita and Wowo's house and is able to move it ever so slightly. After the first time, she wouldn't let me record her - surprise surprise. Her face is changing a bit too - mostly her right eye for now (it was a little puffy maybe from dust mites or just rubbing). I've finally made some time to write after a good workout while waiting at Mita's house for Uncle Edge to BBQ halibut.
According to Mita and Nang, C-Jaz has a favorite show that comes on at 7 and 11 o'clock. It stars an adult woman dressed up as a toddler. She has a mute doll as a friend who illustrates her thoughts to viewers through thinking bubbles. The setting mostly takes place on an oversized couch or an analog clock rug, which brings me to the cutest video ever that I recorded of C-Jaz, without her knowing. (Just excuse the messy family area also known as C-Jaz's play room. It's obvious where she's taken over the house.)
As a side note, while writing this, I'm seated in Wowo's spot at the kitchen table. It's 7:40 pm, and Uncle Edge has been in and out through the patio sliding door as he BBQs. While I ponder what I want to write I stare off into space. It just so happens that Uncle Edge is in my field of vision. He's standing in the doorway of the patio door facing me as he puts on his slippers while trying to slide the screen door close, but it's in need of replacement or lots of 'three-en-un'. I watch him as he struggles, wondering how successful he'll be in sliding the darn thing. His face is expressionless as he stands in the path of the screen door. He tugs and tugs, and without warning he bangs the side of his head with the door. I fell off the chair doubled over in laughter, and eventually tears form at the corner of my eyes as I try to retell the story to Nang. Oh, Uncle Edge, always a source of entertainment (my favorite has to be the booty dancing on 07.01.2006).
Well, here's C-Jaz as she does some daily stretching. Feel free to joing along :) Keep an eye on the TV and C-Jaz for your form. Be forewarned - you may find yourself humming the song when you least expect it.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Only Day 2 of 6 Weeks - Jump Jump Jump
It's been a really hot day!!! 30 degrees.
The first thing we did when we arrived home from Ganma's was take a 'showa'. Remember how for the first 11 months until she could sit up on her own, C-Jaz was taking baths in a sit-up tub that we placed in the kitchen sink? Then, by the time she was one, sitting up on her own, we got rid of the tub, and she sat 'defrosting' in the kitchen sink. She was so cute!
Then at about 1.5 years, we tried putting her in a regular sized tub as I knelt by her side, but that didn't last long being a lightweight baby. She was slipping and sliding, and I was getting splished and splashed. Walking through IKEA one day, I got excited when we found the perfect baby tub that fit into our bathtub, and this was how I bathed her every day squatting in the tub with her until recently.
For the past couple of months as I showered in the stand-up shower, she would want in, so this was another quick and easy way I could take a quick shower and give her a wash. On occasion she wanted me to bring her tub in too, and today was one of those days.
I started off taking a shower. She was hanging out in her tub outside of the shower waiting for me to get her after she tried using her potty (without much success). So, she was squatting in the tub, no diaper, holding up her shirt then it happened. She 'peh-peh-ed' and was standing in her pee! I kept telling her to stand still as she splashed in her puddle a bit. It was funny and gross.
I gathered her up, washed her and her tub, and she had her shower-bath with Bo. All good!
She asked for Daddy throughout the day! When I opened my eyes around 7:30 she was standing in her crib holding her pillow and blankets and said, "Daddy go?" 'KEY-OOT'! She misses you, Daddy! She's her usual continuous bolt of energy, but she hasn't slept through the night since Daddy go, but we're okay!
Speaking of bolt of energy...while I was changing after our showa, she was hanging out in her crib, emptied its contents onto our bed and began jumping, jumping, jumping. It was entertaining! (I shall attempt to post it later tonight.)
When she was eating her arrowroot cookie after her showa-bath she was sitting on the couch reading her cookie following her finger as it traced the letters on the cookie, which apparently said, "I...yove...Daddy!" She was quiet but just kept repeating it.
I think she's going to have a gagging reflex 'yike' Daddy, like when I change her poo-poo diapers or when she walks past the 'comactor' in the parkade. Oh, Nana!
It's only Day 2, and I've been keeping up with my daily goals, but time is passing slowly at the moment. Boo!
The first thing we did when we arrived home from Ganma's was take a 'showa'. Remember how for the first 11 months until she could sit up on her own, C-Jaz was taking baths in a sit-up tub that we placed in the kitchen sink? Then, by the time she was one, sitting up on her own, we got rid of the tub, and she sat 'defrosting' in the kitchen sink. She was so cute!
Then at about 1.5 years, we tried putting her in a regular sized tub as I knelt by her side, but that didn't last long being a lightweight baby. She was slipping and sliding, and I was getting splished and splashed. Walking through IKEA one day, I got excited when we found the perfect baby tub that fit into our bathtub, and this was how I bathed her every day squatting in the tub with her until recently.
For the past couple of months as I showered in the stand-up shower, she would want in, so this was another quick and easy way I could take a quick shower and give her a wash. On occasion she wanted me to bring her tub in too, and today was one of those days.
I started off taking a shower. She was hanging out in her tub outside of the shower waiting for me to get her after she tried using her potty (without much success). So, she was squatting in the tub, no diaper, holding up her shirt then it happened. She 'peh-peh-ed' and was standing in her pee! I kept telling her to stand still as she splashed in her puddle a bit. It was funny and gross.
I gathered her up, washed her and her tub, and she had her shower-bath with Bo. All good!
She asked for Daddy throughout the day! When I opened my eyes around 7:30 she was standing in her crib holding her pillow and blankets and said, "Daddy go?" 'KEY-OOT'! She misses you, Daddy! She's her usual continuous bolt of energy, but she hasn't slept through the night since Daddy go, but we're okay!
Speaking of bolt of energy...while I was changing after our showa, she was hanging out in her crib, emptied its contents onto our bed and began jumping, jumping, jumping. It was entertaining! (I shall attempt to post it later tonight.)
When she was eating her arrowroot cookie after her showa-bath she was sitting on the couch reading her cookie following her finger as it traced the letters on the cookie, which apparently said, "I...yove...Daddy!" She was quiet but just kept repeating it.
I think she's going to have a gagging reflex 'yike' Daddy, like when I change her poo-poo diapers or when she walks past the 'comactor' in the parkade. Oh, Nana!
It's only Day 2, and I've been keeping up with my daily goals, but time is passing slowly at the moment. Boo!
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