We made another trip to the Zoo today and I am glad to say it was much better than the last time. The animals for the most part were awake and we even caught the bird show which is really cool, a hawk flew right over the top of Shaun's head. WOW!
Addie Mae on her first 4th.
This year Addie brought more intensity to the holiday.
My sweet little girl did not enjoy the fire works. The screaming crackle was a bit to much for her.
Dad keeps throwing out this rhetoric. He’ll say things like, “talk minus action equals zero young lady,” or, “you got to give the people what they want.” I can hardly take these remarks as words of encouragement; I’m the type of person who favors a gentle nudging when it comes to doing something. If you haven’t guessed already I’m referring to this little blog here, and the fact that I promised bi-annual updates to my friends and family. I could pinch myself for pledging my time to such a thing. I would you know. Pinch myself. But being only a week past my first birthday I’m still lacking the skill to form a proper pincer.
It’s not that I didn’t want to write you all. It’s just that lately I haven’t been at the top of my game. First of all my schedule was thrown off by a weekend get away to
IT WAS A GREAT TRIP!
In the weeks that followed our return to the city I had some trouble sleeping. I don’t really know why. I think I might have been a little stressed out by the idea of turning one. To have an actual numerical value assigned to my age. There is a lot of responsibility wrapped up in that milestone: the pressure to walk, learn to say a few words, handle a sippy cup. For about a week and half there I just couldn’t get comfortable. I tossed and turned waking up every couple hours for a bite to eat. My parents looked on the bright side, they hoped my new appetite might get me to the coveted 20 lb marker, at which point I could sit forward facing in my car seat, have a view of the open road, maybe allow mom to sit shotgun. But it was not to be. I weighed in last Friday at a mere 18.5 lbs; it seems I’m destined to stare at the synthetic grey upholstery of the back seat, as for my parents, they will continue conversing as though in the cockpit of a fighter-jet, dad keeping us on coarse while mom scopes the target. So goes life I guess.
Fortunate for us all my erratic sleep pattern seemed to right itself before my party. Oh what a grand affair it turned out to be. Thirty people showed up to shower me with smiles and gifts. Mom went above and beyond the call of duty. She made enough Brisket to feed an insurgency, and painstakingly decorated the most fantastic cupcakes. Thanks to the generosity of so many friends my library has expanded to include some very fine volumes, and I’m fairly confident I won’t have to buy any clothes until Kindergarten. Thanks to my Great Grandpa Hilton I’m rolling through the avenues in a pretty sweet ride, who knew the man had such great taste in cars. My mom gave me the best gift of all though, a summer membership to the Little Gym. If there was ever any doubt among you as to my future star status, I ask that you catch one of my workouts. I am a fast and eager learner, the first to accept any challenge the instructor gives to the class. You just might see me at the Summer Games of 2024.
In closing I am happy to be here with you all. I love learning about this world and look forward to exploring it with more evermore independence. God bless you all, and until next time, Addie Mae.
This is the much anticipated first release of the Addie and Daddy Band. They have plans for a West Coast tour this summer.....stay tuned for a schedule of dates and venues.
It was hardly a crime of passion. I mean really, I doubt if I’ve played with the thing twice since I took it. But never-the-less I broke the law. And after weeks of guilt I’m ready to come clean about the whole sloppy affair. Now, before any of you go running for the phone to dial the authorities let’s take a moment to examine the details of the crime. Now I know I am youthful to say the least, but I’ve caught enough episodes of Law & Order to know that the question of intent plays a large role in determining ones guilt. So let me replay the events for you as I see them.
It was a warm Monday afternoon when my Mother and I entered the store. The thought of Shoplifting couldn’t have been farther from my mind. I think it relevant to say that at the time I was barley seven months old. The world is nothing more to me than a bedazzling array of new and interesting things. Something as simple as going to the grocery store sends me into a state-of- mind equal to what Mr. Bush might call, ‘Shock and Awe.’ I’m not kidding. The hum of fluorescent lamps, the bustling people, coupon dispensers, sale displays, I could go on and on.
On the day in question the grocery store proved no different for me, each aisle we shuffled along was an avenue of absolute wonderment. I cooed and cawed in marvel at jars of spaghetti sauce and boxes of detergent. We had just finished with one of the aisles when we encountered it, a wire carousel playing host to a variety of finger puppets. Admittedly I found these items intriguing, but I didn’t reach for one. In all honesty I was using the time afforded to circle the row as a chance to catch my breath, to regroup. But there it was, the elephant in the room, the finger puppet display. My Mom paused to consider it and so I did the same, but please bear in mind that my hands held tightly to her beaded necklace. It wasn’t until I heard her encouraging words, urging me to take one that I reached out and grabbed it. Now this wasn’t your average dollar store finger puppet, this was the read deal. In the great state of
The point I’m making is that the intent was entirely my Mother’s. If anything I’m guilty of obeying her commands. And so I reached out my paw and took the dragon from its perch. My excuse, I’m a baby! You could hand me a scorpion and I’d gladly accept it. I have no grasp of etiquette, I know not the social boundary I crossed. And so when it was later discovered that I still held tight to the puppet despite being a block from home, I ask you, am I to blame? Is my conscience to continue pinching at my soul? Am I not worthy of vindication?
I must say that getting this out makes me feel so much better. I think I could sleep through the night but I don’t want to screw up my parent’s schedule. As far as other things go. I’m nearing my first birthday and the buzz around town is that it should be a pretty good party. If you’re reading this blog you better be there. So yeah, in other news, I pulled myself up today and I’m now playing ball, nothing serious, just rolling it back and fourth with mom and dad. Thanks Daisy.
My parents gave this tunnel to Addie for Christmas and now that she is "crawling" she loves it. I am amazed at how quickly she learns new things. On Easter I realized that she was sitting her self up and I couldn't remember if I seen her do it before (Shaun and Daisy both had) and not notice or if it really was the first time. I had no idea I could be so proud of another person's accomplishments, I think it's one of the best parts of motherhood.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
 | Hello family and freinds, this is the officaial first installment of what I hope to be a recurring update. Subjects will vary from likes to dislikes, important events, and my general impressions of babyhood. |
