Keeping Up With Baby Bear's Words

Baby Bear is talking a lot these days. Today, she turned 14 months old, and she has a lot to say. I wanted to put down "on paper" her vocabulary as of today, so that I will remember when I have the time to scrapbook about it. Now, granted, all of these words are not all coming out phonetically correct, but we know what she's saying and so does she.

The List:

Mama (and Mommy), Dada (and Daddy), Bubba, Erick, shoe, sock, play, pray, boppy, please, thank you, baby, no, sorry, book, Bible, bow (she asks for me to put a bow in her hair each morning when she wakes up), bye-bye, hi, cheese (for pictures), kitty, meow, moo, car, bird, duck, bath, elmo, show, out, up, night-night, turtle, hat, shirt, uh-oh, doctor, guy (which sounds like "die"), more, toes, ear, hair, mouth, moon, ........

I'm thinking....I'm thinking....

Mama Bear

Giggles Galore!

I have shared 2 videos on Facebook today, but I had to share this one too, because I just love Baby Bear's baby giggles. We put her tutu on her, for the second time ever, and let her toddle around in it. She is just learning to walk in this video. LOVE this baby, I do!

WARNING: The end of this clip might gross you out a bit. Sorry. She was a little excited.

Have a blessed day in Christ!

Mama Bear

My Little Milkman

So, last night, we had gotten home from a day out. Papa Bear cut Baby Bear's hair, and I gave him a bath. I put fresh diaper and PJs on him, and gave him his milk cup. He was watching a little Barney and dancing around giggling. I was at the computer. Papa Bear was in the back and Brother Bear was in his room.

I hear this little maraca-sounding noise, for quite awhile, and a lot of silliness and giggling. Then, I looked over (like 5 minutes later), and see this:

...along with milk all over the carpet, the entertainment center, and even on the TV. Baby Bear has figured out how to bite hard enough on his sippy cup lid (a soft lid), to disengage the "spill-proof" widget that's inside. And he loves that shaking noise, so was shaking the cup, and in the meantime shaking milk all over himself and everything else. Needless to say, I was NOT thrilled with him, and even fussed loudly at him, which in turn, made him cry. That's why he's not giggling in the picture above.

What's a Mama Bear to do?

And So We Begin...

Today is Christmas Eve, 2008, and what am I doing? Well, let's see...the bed isn't made. Papa Bear will grumble. No, not really. Baby Bear is NOT taking his nap, and so will be quite a handful tonight at our family's Christmas Eve Party. I'm thinking he'll be ready to crash about 7:30. Brother Bear is lying on the floor, playing his DS. He's been a great help today.

I still don't have my hair done, my makeup on, or my "party" clothes on. I would rather sit here and start a new blog. Not like I don't have enough other things to do. There is peanut britttle cooling on the counter. Lemon Bars are cooling on the table. Fudge is cut and ready to plate. Cookies are bagged and ready to plate too. Papa Bear just got off work at 4pm, and is doing one last run to the grocery store to get eggs and ice, because I used the rest of the eggs in the Lemon Bars, and the ice is quicklyl dwindling because it's HOT in here, what with all the baking and candy making! A Mama Bear needs her ice water!

I feel a little bad about not quite wanting to "party" tonight, but I'm tired! Since our new little cub joined us in May, I have been pooped! I never realized that having a teenager and a toddler could wear one out so much. I don't know how my mom did it...and there were four other kids in between!!! Mom, I TOTALLY respect and commend you for keeping it all together and making things so special for our family...especially Christmas. Looking back, I can't remember the hectic...only the wonder and magic and excitement. I'm sorry I wasn't a better help to you; although I should've been, being the #2 kid, and the #1 girl. I love ya Mom!

Well, I guess I'd better start getting ready. That means going into the bedroom where Baby Bear probably hasn't fallen asleep yet. URG! That's where the clothes, makeup, hairbrush, and curling iron all reside. Yep, you guessed it...Baby Bear sleeps in the Mama/Papa den. We have a teeny little den (apartment), so we have to make do however we can. But next month, Baby Bear is moving in with Brother Bear, let me tell ya! Papa Bear and Mama Bear need our lives back!

Hey! Have a Merry Christmas if you should happen to read this post. Oh, and Feliz Navidad too! God bless you all this Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Good Night,
Mama Bear