Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 6-25-12 at 11:29 AM EDT
Well, Kylie's sick again. We're not sure how, but before she got sick
she did have a great Saturday. I wasn't there for most of it, I was at a
pool with my teammates. However, Miss Kylie buggered daddy into taking
her to our neighborhood pool (or daddy offered, either way), and she
went swimming!
Kylie has this adorable little ladybug
floaty that you can see in the photo update from a few weeks back. When
at the pool, her time is divided between prancing around in that and
clinging to daddy when out of it. The float comes with this blue
overhead sun-visor like thing and it keeps her from becoming drowsy due
to the direct light and heat. When in daddy's arms, she gets submerged
up to her shoulders, and three times according to dad's count, up to the
tippy top of her head. Yep, Kylie got dunked in three times, and she
seemed to enjoy every one.
When they got home, Kylie
napped, snacked, and watched Elmo and Strawberry Shortcake. Then, after a
delicious dinner, she hopped (climbed) into the car with daddy to go
pick me up from my friend's house. After a half-hour car ride and
finally retrieving me, we headed back. In the car, I sang her songs. I
sang her the Wheels On The Bus, and she did her little dance to it,
rolling her arms over one another. I sang her the Itsy Bitsy Spider, and
her tiny fingers made pinch shapes and imitated a spider. When I was
done, she piped up with a quiet but demanding "ABCD!"
Dad
and I sang the ABC's probably over 15 times during that car ride. When
we say, Kylie, you try, she can get, ABCDE, which is pretty awesome. She
knows most of the alphabet already and can talk a lot. It's miraculous
how fast she grows.
- Chichi
Monday, June 25, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
More Than Just A Pretty Face
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 6-18-12 at 10:36 PM EDT
I don't love my little sister because her chubby cheeks are cute, because her tiny nose is adorable, because the little ponytail she wears on the top of her head is absolutely endearing. I suppose I love her first and foremost because she's kin, but besides that, it's every new thing she learns how to do or say, every moment of self-satisfaction when she chooses to be carried by me, every time her childish soprano shrieks with happiness. Of course, my psychological deductions are neither accurate nor qualified. Turning to the never-ending fountain of scientific and behavioral knowledge, ScienceDaily, I perused through the psychology archives.
What I happened upon didn't surprise me once I finished reading it. It's all in the structure of a baby's face.There's a region of parental instinct in our minds, which Robin from How I Met Your Mother is clearly missing. Renowned zoologist Konrad Lorenz says that the big-cheeked, wide foreheaded, bulgy eyed baby facial structure is the reason our brain immediately registers it as innocent, helpless, and in need of protection.
While I'm not sure how much the zoology theory applies to adolescents and other children, I can say that I don't think I loved little kids until my baby sister was born. Yesterday, I spent most of my afternoon volunteering at our local park's dock. My duties consisted of fitting customers with life vests and helping them in and out of boats. The girl working with me remarked that I seemed to handle kids and dogs the best, with all my "sweetie" and "kiddo" and "munchkin"-ing. In my mind, every kid I saw I compared with Kylie's timeline. The ones younger, I thought of her just a few months earlier, and the ones older I observed with anticipation and excitement for when my sister would be like that. It wasn't so much their unblemished faces and innocent grins as their funny remarks and all the little actions you start to notice when you've been watching people go by for hours.
I'm not sure that I really have a point today. Everything I've written is fractal and discombobulated. Basically, I love Kylie. My mom loves Kylie, my dad and my grandma love Kylie. Why do we love Kylie? Because she'll take one look at a laptop and demand "Elmo." Because when you ask her a question of responsibility or possession, any "Who" question, her response is always herself. Because she's happy and smart. I guess, well, because she's ours.
-Chichi
First published: 6-18-12 at 10:36 PM EDT
I don't love my little sister because her chubby cheeks are cute, because her tiny nose is adorable, because the little ponytail she wears on the top of her head is absolutely endearing. I suppose I love her first and foremost because she's kin, but besides that, it's every new thing she learns how to do or say, every moment of self-satisfaction when she chooses to be carried by me, every time her childish soprano shrieks with happiness. Of course, my psychological deductions are neither accurate nor qualified. Turning to the never-ending fountain of scientific and behavioral knowledge, ScienceDaily, I perused through the psychology archives.
What I happened upon didn't surprise me once I finished reading it. It's all in the structure of a baby's face.There's a region of parental instinct in our minds, which Robin from How I Met Your Mother is clearly missing. Renowned zoologist Konrad Lorenz says that the big-cheeked, wide foreheaded, bulgy eyed baby facial structure is the reason our brain immediately registers it as innocent, helpless, and in need of protection.
While I'm not sure how much the zoology theory applies to adolescents and other children, I can say that I don't think I loved little kids until my baby sister was born. Yesterday, I spent most of my afternoon volunteering at our local park's dock. My duties consisted of fitting customers with life vests and helping them in and out of boats. The girl working with me remarked that I seemed to handle kids and dogs the best, with all my "sweetie" and "kiddo" and "munchkin"-ing. In my mind, every kid I saw I compared with Kylie's timeline. The ones younger, I thought of her just a few months earlier, and the ones older I observed with anticipation and excitement for when my sister would be like that. It wasn't so much their unblemished faces and innocent grins as their funny remarks and all the little actions you start to notice when you've been watching people go by for hours.
I'm not sure that I really have a point today. Everything I've written is fractal and discombobulated. Basically, I love Kylie. My mom loves Kylie, my dad and my grandma love Kylie. Why do we love Kylie? Because she'll take one look at a laptop and demand "Elmo." Because when you ask her a question of responsibility or possession, any "Who" question, her response is always herself. Because she's happy and smart. I guess, well, because she's ours.
-Chichi
Monday, June 11, 2012
Photo Timeline
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 6-11-12 at 9:35 PM EDT
Today, I just relieved my SIM card of 1.52 GB of photographs, dating back to Easter. For shutterbugs like my mom and myself, I'm really surprised that we left one card in for that long. I checked the memory space, and good thing I just cleared it, because the thin only holds 1.53 GB.
I realize that Kylie's photographs stop in about June. After this post, I'll also update the photo gallery, but here goes our lovely little timeline:
That took nightmarishly long to upload. They'll be up
in the gallery in no time, though. Enjoy! Also, Tuesday marks our
one-year anniversary of living in North Carolina.
First published: 6-11-12 at 9:35 PM EDT
Today, I just relieved my SIM card of 1.52 GB of photographs, dating back to Easter. For shutterbugs like my mom and myself, I'm really surprised that we left one card in for that long. I checked the memory space, and good thing I just cleared it, because the thin only holds 1.53 GB.
I realize that Kylie's photographs stop in about June. After this post, I'll also update the photo gallery, but here goes our lovely little timeline:
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| 4-8-2012: Easter at the park. We went for an egg hunt... |
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| ... but it was the wrong weekend. So we hung out here instead! |
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| 4-22-2012: Kylie turns 18 months old!! |
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| 4-28-2012: On the way to an art festival. Peek-a... |
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| Boo!! |
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| 4-28-2012: Mommy and Kylie at Lazy Daze |
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| 4-28-2012: Kylie taking a break from all the art on the slide |
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| 4-28-2012: On the way home from the festival |
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| 4-28-2012: Kylie shares her dandelion |
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| 4-29-2012: We got a bubble machine 'cause Mommy can't blow bubbles! |
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| 4-29-2012: Kylie playing with bubbles |
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| 4-30-2012: Happy birthday, Daddy!! |
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| 5-22-2012: Happy 19 months, Kylie. |
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| 5-22-2012: Look at my tummy, mommy! |
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| 5-27-2012: Kylie helps label boxes the night before we move. |
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| 6-9-2012: Kylie waving hello and good-bye to strangers coming out of Carrabba's |
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| 6-9-2012: She was fussing inside, so I brought her out. Evidently more cooperative out here! |
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| 6-9-2012: Ha-llo!! |
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| 6-10-2012: First time in the floaty |
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| 6-10-2012: Smile for mommy! |
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| 6-10-2012: Just chillin' |
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| 6-10-2012: Daddy trying to teach Kylie to swim |
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| 6-10-2012: My toys! All mine! |
Monday, June 4, 2012
Stages
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 6-4-12 at 10:36 PM EDT
First of all, I'm going to make an excuse for neglecting this blog last week. We were moving, and though I had access to both internet and Kylie, there just wasn't enough sit-down and write about the quirks of your little sister motivation in packing up everything and loading it in a truck. Basically, we spent the day making multiple trips between the house we were renting and the apartment we've leased. Kylie had trouble sleeping the first night here -- strange new place, who wouldn't be confused?
The week's entry has nothing to do with something Kylie did to inspire some silly anecdote out of my not-so-many years. My mom and I were talking about it in the car. What kind of stages will Kylie go through? With the way she dresses, the way she acts, the way she talks, and things. For myself, there were a few extremely distinct stages. When I was really little, I was a girly-girl. Then, I started gymnastics. I couldn't do cartwheels on the street in dresses, so I transitioned to sweatpants (can't cartwheel in jeans either). After starting middle school, I decided that sweatpants were too lazy looking for school and jeans were much cooler and I didn't need to be a little showoff and do walkovers everywhere I went.
As for attitude, I'm not such a great example. I've basically been cheerful from day one. My only rebellion came in the form of music, where I decided that pop music was too boring, that hard rock was more my thing. My classmate's little sister is currently in middle school. She's going to be a high school freshman next year, and in her grade, she's considered "popular" by everyone who knows her. My classmate and I were talking about our families, and she mentioned the sister. Apparently, her stages have been: Girly Girl, Goody Two Shoes, Horror Movie Marathon, and now, Get Out Of My Face. Their family is a bit dysfunctional, but both my friend and her sister are great.
I suppose you don't really start going through these phases until you're old enough to decide things for yourself. Like, choosing what to wear and such, not just whether or not to throw the sippy cup on the ground during a fit of rage. My prediction for Kylie: stage one will be a girly-girl. This isn't just because she's, well, a female. She really likes pink things and putting things in her hair and twirling in skirts/dresses. Unlike me as a baby, she likes being mom's dress-up/hair-experimenting doll. I'm seeing frills and fluffy things in this future!
-Chichi
First published: 6-4-12 at 10:36 PM EDT
First of all, I'm going to make an excuse for neglecting this blog last week. We were moving, and though I had access to both internet and Kylie, there just wasn't enough sit-down and write about the quirks of your little sister motivation in packing up everything and loading it in a truck. Basically, we spent the day making multiple trips between the house we were renting and the apartment we've leased. Kylie had trouble sleeping the first night here -- strange new place, who wouldn't be confused?
The week's entry has nothing to do with something Kylie did to inspire some silly anecdote out of my not-so-many years. My mom and I were talking about it in the car. What kind of stages will Kylie go through? With the way she dresses, the way she acts, the way she talks, and things. For myself, there were a few extremely distinct stages. When I was really little, I was a girly-girl. Then, I started gymnastics. I couldn't do cartwheels on the street in dresses, so I transitioned to sweatpants (can't cartwheel in jeans either). After starting middle school, I decided that sweatpants were too lazy looking for school and jeans were much cooler and I didn't need to be a little showoff and do walkovers everywhere I went.
As for attitude, I'm not such a great example. I've basically been cheerful from day one. My only rebellion came in the form of music, where I decided that pop music was too boring, that hard rock was more my thing. My classmate's little sister is currently in middle school. She's going to be a high school freshman next year, and in her grade, she's considered "popular" by everyone who knows her. My classmate and I were talking about our families, and she mentioned the sister. Apparently, her stages have been: Girly Girl, Goody Two Shoes, Horror Movie Marathon, and now, Get Out Of My Face. Their family is a bit dysfunctional, but both my friend and her sister are great.
I suppose you don't really start going through these phases until you're old enough to decide things for yourself. Like, choosing what to wear and such, not just whether or not to throw the sippy cup on the ground during a fit of rage. My prediction for Kylie: stage one will be a girly-girl. This isn't just because she's, well, a female. She really likes pink things and putting things in her hair and twirling in skirts/dresses. Unlike me as a baby, she likes being mom's dress-up/hair-experimenting doll. I'm seeing frills and fluffy things in this future!
-Chichi
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