Thursday, July 31, 2008
When Good Sleepers Go Bad
So Sally Rose has been sleeping in her big girl bed for the last several nights. Once she falls asleep, she's fine and sleeps through the night, but getting her there is pretty difficult. Before we went to Oregon, she was SO easy to put down. She wanted to go down and would occasionally ask to. While on vacation, she had a rough time going to sleep. I thought I would let her get back to her good sleep habits before making the transition from crb to bed, but she climbed out and fell on her noggin. So, big girl bed for her. She thinks it's cool, and loves hanging out on it, even in it, just not alone. Some nights have been better than others, but as soon as Bill or I leave the room she screams. And screams. And screams. She tries to come out, and we were holding the door, until last night when we realized we could lock it and pick the lock from our side. We tried doing different things in the putting down process. It seems, she just has to give up eventually. Any attempts to go in and soothe make the process longer. She always ends up in bed, although usually with shoes on which she didn't have on when we left her. That part is cute. I'm wondering if any of you have any tips on making this any easier. Last night, it was over an hour. I hate to say that that is not atypical.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Oregon
Here are a some pictures of our awesome time.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
We're outta there
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Note from Bill
I recall telling Emily that I see myself more able to relate to children a little later in life. I just needed to be properly introduced to the magical world of children - and Sally has given me a fine introduction. For me, Sally is the little child whose hands are raised overhead in excitement at the delight of new adventures depicted in the painting The Voyage of Life: Childhood by Thomas Cole. I agree with Cole that life is a prospect to be understood in distinct stages. Mistakes are made otherwise. For instance, some of the attitudes made popular in Victorian England are in error - that children are to be seen and not heard. Children were dressed up like little adults and were expected to act adult-like as soon as possible - were seen as stunted adults. Artists like William Blake reacted against these unnatural demands on childhood and felt the need to champion the cause of children against oppressive attitudes. Take for instance Blake's Songs of Innocence.
Emily has very naturally sidestepped the Victorian errors. For myself, I was prepared to be sympathetic and understanding. But childhood cannot be properly enjoyed from that sanitary, distant attitude. I've since been found reveling in childhood and have found it a tonic composed of marvelous qualities and capable of wondrous effects.
Charles Baudelaire defines genius as "nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will - a childhood now equipped for self-expression with manhood's capacities and a power of analysis which enables it to order the mass of raw materials which it has involuntarily accumulated." I agree with this formula. The gifts of childhood take up at least a half-portion of the gifts of artistic genius. Baudelaire also notes: "The child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always drunk. Nothing more resembles what we call inspiration than the delight with which a child absorbs form and color." Sally has verified these comments for me.
Several times Emily and I have been driving along focused on some mundane goal oblivious to our surroundings when we hear a declaration from the back seat made in a sweet little voice that a "star" shape can be seen along the road over there. A little someone is back there paying attention.
I like to sing the following ditties to Sally:
Good Morning:
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!
Treat:
Oh it is nice to have a treat.
It's nice to have something to eat.
Oh it is nice to have a tasty treat.
Yes it is nice to have some thing to eat.
Yay!
Family Song:
Dadda loves mama. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Mamma loves dadda. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Dadda loves Sally. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Sally loves dadda. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Mamma loves Sally. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Sally loves mamma. Bum-ba bum-ba bum-ba bum.
Yay!
Yay for babies!
Yours,
Bill
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Budding Artist
This is Sally's look of concentration. I love her lip.
Sally gave this work to Daddy for Father's Day
Finger painting is so fun!
Check out her eyelashes in this one. She could paint with them.Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I'm It
3 Joys...

1. Seeing Bill and Sally play and bond. They are so great together and so cute. Sally Rose loves cuddling with him and copying all kinds of things he does. Every day, she starts asking about when Daddy is coming home at about 3:00. When it finally happens, her face is one of pure joy. What a special bond Daddy and daughter have.
2. Being in the water. My body is so free in the water and I feel so free. I love spinning and flipping and doing Ariel like jumps out of it. I love water skiing and swimming and just hanging out in it. Especially now that my body is as it is and I waddle much of the time, being in water is so freeing.
3. Loved one's laughs. I love the smile lines by Bill's eyes when he laughs. I love that Sally has a deep belly laugh. I love my mom's smile just after a good chuckle. I love the way my dad laughs with his body. I love Amy's silent laugh when something is really getting to her. I love how contagious Wendy's laugh is. I love how DJ's laugh is such a common treat for those around him.
3 Fears...
1. I am afraid of heights. When coming down the stairs in the Statue of Liberty, I was so afraid I was paralyzed for a bit. My dad had to talk me into coming down. I sat on the stair and couldn't move. I wish this was an isolated experience but, sadly, it wasn't.
2. I've recently discovered I'm quite afraid of bees. I have a really hard time if they are anywhere near me. I kind of freak out a bit. The last time I was stung, my hand ended up looking like a blown up surgical glove. I couldn't bend my fingers at all. I decided then that I'm a little allergic, and afraid I'll turn into Macaulay Culkin on My Girl.
3. I am terribly afraid that people won't like me or will stop liking me. I know there are people that don't and it drives me nuts. I not only I am afraid of what people think that I care about, but also strangers. I'll keep working on this one.
3 Current Obsessions/Collections...
1. Finding a name for this baby. I know, it's something we really need to do, but I think about it constantly. I watch the credits of everything very intently looking for that special perfect name to pop out at me. We will find one in the next 3 1/2 months. I hope.
2. Blogging. Not that I write a ton, but I check to see if people have updated their blogs at least once a day and always hope for a comment.
3. Stephenie Meyer books. I know, I know. But I can't put them down. I'm going to a midnight party when Breaking Dawn is released. I just read the Host and literally had to rip myself away.
3 Random/surprising facts about myself...
1. I once swallowed a goldfish. I think I got 80 cents for it.
2. I can completely plug my nose with my upper lip. I've done it under water for as long as I can remember and Sally Rose can do it as well.
3. I get EXTREMELY shy sometimes. To people who know me well, this may come as a surprise. When I moved away from home, I was pretty much silent for a few months. I do feel lucky in moving here, the shy jitters didn't come. Yea!
Okay. I tag Emily G, Emily H, Erika, and Wendy. I know, she doesn't blog, but I keep hoping. Maybe she'll start.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Panama City Beach
Oh yes. You simply must check out a lttle video that is on my Mom's blog. It's a little diddy of Wendy and myself, and if you need a hearty laugh, check it out.
http://bhesterman.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-girls.html




