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September 18, 2006
Happy Birthday
Dear Mrs. Magillicutty,
I cannot believe you are four. I know I say this every year, but I can't believe that four whole years have passed since you were born and, at the same time, I can't believe I've only known you for four short years. You are suddenly this magical, extraordinary little girl who never stops smiling and brings so much joy to everyone who sees you and knows you. You are funny and witty and charming and smart and just about every other adjective possible.
You've had so many firsts this year and you've taken them with stride and made your own personal imprint on everything you've done. In just this year alone, you've had your first recital, your first gymnastics class, read your first book, potty trained, and many other things I've hopefully documented well. Not least of all, you took on a new role as big sister, which you are still practicing, but doing just great with. You've handled all this year's firsts with grace and humor and wonder. Just as you handle all things.
I know that you became a big sister at the same time in your life that I did and you likely won't remember these Pre-Will years, or at least not very well. But just so you know, while we adore your brother and wouldn't trade him for anything, we do miss, just a little, the focus that we were able to have on you for your first three and a half years of life. The 24 hours a day we were able to give you all the attention and love you deserve. Soon, Baby Will will give back in triplicate what he "took away", but for now, your patience is amazing and I marvel at how well you've adapted.
We are so thankful that God or Whoever/Whatever didn't listen to me when I said I didn't think I wanted children and gave us such a wonderful human being to love and know. We only hope that we can do it right and that you grow up to be as happy and healthy as you deserve to be. When I say that you are my proudest accomplishment in life, I'm not at all exaggerating, nor am I relegating you to a mere "accomplishment" in someone else's life. You are just so breathtaking and striking in both a physical and emotional way, that there really aren’t the right words to explain how proud of you that I am. And that makes me proud of US, in a weird way.
Anyway, it is no small feat to raise a baby into a young girl who opens a rubber frog on the morning of her fourth birthday and says, "It's just what I always wanted!"
Mrs. Magillicutty, you are just what I always wanted. And then some.
Love,
Momma
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September 11, 2006
Reading
Last night, Signa showed so much interest in reading that we did a bunch of words on her Doodle Pro and she sounded them out, time after time. So this morning we got out her easy reading books and she read a whole book to me. All the words.
I'm so proud of my almost 4-year-old.
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September 08, 2006
14 lbs, 13 oz.
William (aka Baby Will, Baby Man, or The Baby) had his 4-mo doctor's appointment Wednesday and is doing fabulous. He weighs 14lb, 13oz and is 25in long. Or something like that. He's on the low of the percentiles, but he's just perfect and seems huge to us. It's so interesting how doctor appointments are drastically different this time around. With Signa we went in with BOOKLETS of questions. Now I don't even listen to what the doc says. Anyway, I did catch that he's adorable and that he's fine.
He is laughing and smiling constantly and now he's also rolling over the instant he's set down. Then he perches up on his arms and grins. So cute. His favorite things are his Exersaucer, his baby wrap/mai tai/pouch (any of them... just so long as he's held tightly), being read to, and Dev2.0 (kids' version of Devo). He will do anything humanly possible to shift his head and/or body to watch the tv when that is on.
So all is well in our land.
Oh, but to the 4-year-old at the park who tried to play doctor in the play structure with our little girl? No, she doesn't want to touch your peanuts and if you ask her again, we are going to KILL you. Right after we rip off your freaking peanuts.
Today's Signa-ism:
She did something funny and cute at my mom's and we all laughed. I don't know what it was, either, because she trumped that would-be Signa-ism when she asked, "Did you need to go write that one down?"
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September 03, 2006
Dessert
After dinner tonight, I was teasing Signa about dessert. "You want what now?"
"DA ZERT!"
"The WHAT?"
"No! DAZERT!!!"
"You want desert now? With sand and everything?"
"No! DA-ZERT!!!"
I then said, "What letter does it start with?"
"A 'D'!"
"And then what?"
"And then ICE CREAM!!!"
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August pictures are uploaded. Please let me know if you want to see them and didn't get the email thingy from Snapfish.
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September 02, 2006
There Were Two in the Bed and the Little One Said
Baby Will is just too cute. He already loves his Exersaucer and plays with all the toys, even though he still looks like when he tries to make his hand do something, he starts by swinging from his shoulder. In bed when he wants my attention, he uses that same strong shoulder thing and slams his whole body from back to side over and over with his arm pummeling me. Hard. Babies are stronger than they look.
He rolls over now with the greatest of ease and, surprisingly, prefers rolling from back to front. Signa only did the other way around. He also has started preferring to sleep ALONE. Can you imagine? A baby of mine NOT sleeping next to me?!? What has the world come to?!?!?
And now for the...
Signa-isms:
At the dinner table (where she just sits and does not eat any more):
Me: (just looking at her with admiration and adoration) Signa, you are so beautiful.
Signa: And I'm funny, too.
Watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:
Marc: (all I heard was Marc, so maybe it's a Marc-ism, although it pertains clearly to something Signa said) No, it's okay. Candy grass doesn't have poop in it.
Talking on her play phone:
Signa: "Yes, Officer, we need you right away. My imaginary turtle is stuck in a tree! Come quickly! Oh, I forgot to tell you to bring presents."
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