Monday, January 26, 2009

I am too lazy to take pictures these days. Sorry.

Lizzy is a sweet girl. She is usually pretty easy-going and happy. She like to smile and giggle. As she begins to assert her independence, however, she has her moments of rage. These usually occur when I don't give into her every whim. We have explained many times (and invoked the power of the time-out a time or two) that she is not allowed to hit Mommy and Daddy (or anyone else, for that matter), so she has to find a different outlet for her aggressive feelings. Usually it's the coffee table that receives to abuse, but sometimes it's a random toy. She beats it repeatedly with her little hand, all the while staring into my eyes and her expression as she pummels away clearly says, "This is your face, mom. YOUR FACE."

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Hey check this out. My friend (who unfortunately lives waaaay down in southern California) is an amazing photographer, and she's doing a great give away. So check it out, 'cuz she's really good. (And I should know. She did my wedding pictures, after all.)
Here's her blog:


Friday, January 9, 2009

Watch out, she bites

Is that a light I see at the end of the tunnel?

Isaac just got an email from his professor telling him to schedule his thesis defense. That only leaves comprehensive exams and a dissertation before we're out of here! Wa hoo!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

What a big girl

The night before last I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly the music mobile turned on in Lizzy's room. Without even crying out, she must have stood up, turned on her music, and lain back down. When I went to check on her a little while later (I wanted to make sure she really had fallen back to sleep) she was even curled up under her blankets. I was impressed, pleased, and just a tiny smidgen hurt that she hadn't needed me at all to soothe herself back to dreamland. Every day I am amazed by the things she can do. Her personality cracks me up, too.
After I changed her diaper yesterday, she refused to let me put her pants back on her, so I folded them up and left them on the floor, in case she wanted them later. About on hour after that, I went to throw something in the trash, and there on top were her pants. She was trying to make very sure that I wouldn't make her wear them again. I can't blame her, though. They are probably the most hideous sweatpants I've ever seen. They remind me a lot of a pair that I wore all the time as a kid...