tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67220413589874727342024-02-07T20:36:49.993-05:00And Baby E Makes ThreeStories and such, of Life As An EAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-44948602103236960202012-07-16T20:17:00.003-04:002012-07-16T20:17:28.562-04:00Eighteen months old (and yes, finally a new post!)Well hello there! I promised myself I would update the blog sooner; I started several
times but could never find the right place to begin. How do I begin
capture what it has been like to watch you learn and develop and grow
these last six months? It has been incredible and humbling fascinating
and rewarding and exhausting. <br />
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Some
of it has to do with selfishness: I have so enjoyed these months, I've
preferred to live them rather than to report on them. I haven’t taken as many
photos; instead of grabbing the camera I have been grabbing your hand as
we walk to the pool or chasing after you in the park. And I will admit
that <strike>some</strike> a lot of it has been time management: You
dropped your morning nap and I started a new job. You are always on the
move and our days are filled with activity. I simply haven't made time
to blog. <br />
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Today you had your 18 month checkup and
when I started thinking about all the amazing things you have done since
your last checkup, I realized it had been much too long since I updated
this space. So here is my attempt at a recap. Mamma is a bit rusty at this blogging, but here I go my sweet girl. I know that I will not
be able to capture everything; I will not even try to include each
milestone and miracle. But I will try to hit the highlights along the
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So
first, the basics: You are 27 lbs and 33 inches long/ tall. But there
is so much more to tell. You are running and climbing and counting and
learning so many words! When you wake up in the morning you say
Mamma! Dadda! Milk? You have so many words I cant list them all! You say
sock (sah), shoe (shooo), flower (fa-wa), book (buk), night night
(nye-nye), please (peas), thank you (tay-you), car, ball, all done,
doggy, cat, duck, bird (burrd), water (wa-dur), milk (miwk), hat,
bubbles, apple, pasta (pasdaaa), swing (sween), slide, pool, swimming,
and so much more. You say Natalia (Talia) and Bubbie and Abu and Saba
and Pappa and Oma and Opa.<br />
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You love animal noises. Each
night we read a few books before bed and one of your favorites is the
animals book. You know the horse says ‘neigh neigh’ and the lion says
“rawr!’ Daddy’s absolute favorite is to hear you say Gobble Gobble like
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You
have been learning to eat with a fork and spoon! You are getting so
much better at it. Of course this isn’t all the time- you still love to
grab fistfuls of corn and pasta. It’s more efficient after all! Every
fruit is ‘apple’ to you. I think this comes from how much you enjoy
eating pineapple. We try to give you some fruit after every dinner.
When you ask for apple we ask- do you want Mango? “Mungo!” you reply
with a smile. You generally do not discriminate when it comes to fruit;
you love especially strawberries, blueberries, watermelon and of course
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Here is a picture of you at the farmers market eating some strawberries...</div>
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You
are (very slowly) learning to share. You are becoming good about giving
a toy to someone else, but you still sometimes take things away from
your friends. You are great at sharing cheerios and you offer sips of
water from your cup to everyone at the table.<br />
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You even offered to share your lollipop with me last weekend!<br />
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are totally a daddy’s girl. Nothing makes you happier than snuggling
up with him and watching The Wiggles or when he sings Row Row Row Your
Boat. (You also love Baa Baa Black Sheep, Wheels on the Bus and Ring
Around the Rosie)You love going up escalators together and clinging to
daddy's leg and getting tickled by him. (but not on the escalator of course)</div>
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You loved watching daddy hold a sparkler on July 4th and you braved a 4-day blackout in the summer heat with him. </div>
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swim lessons with Riley and Josh. On Sundays I take you to the pool at
the condo. Whether its in the pool or chasing birds in the backyard,
you love going outside. If you see daddy watering the garden or a bird
at the feeder you run to the door and say “Outside?” Peas?” </div>
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You
are a social girl. You like to give hugs and play with all your
friends at daycare. And boy do you love your cousin Natalia! She came
for a visit with your Tia Patricia and Tio Ilan for a fun-filled weekend
and you were in heaven. The day after they left you looked all over
the house for ‘Talia?’ Luckily we saw them again in NJ shortly after
and you were reunited with your cuz. You two had a blast running around
the park and splashing in the pool.</div>
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You
are going to be a big sister in November! We announced this news to
family and friends via the cutest billboard we knew of… you! You wore
your big sister to-be shirt with pride. You don’t quite yet understand
what all this ‘big sister’ talk is about, but you adore your ‘baby’ doll
and I’m hoping the real thing is even better for you! I guess we will
have to change the name of the blog again soon- it will only be us three
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This
hasn’t been the only big change in our lives. You transitioned to the
toddler room at daycare and now you are a frog! You get to play on the
big playground outside and bring home the most adorable art projects. I
started a new job in March and now I drop you off at daycare and daddy
picks you up. When it finally got warmer this spring, while you and
daddy would wait for me to come, you would stand in the front door
saying "bye!" and waving to people as they passed by. Sometimes kisses
were thrown. You don’t do this as much anymore, you still love saying
“Hi!!” to people and giving them a huge smile, but you would rather run
around in the grass than stand in the doorway. You adore your daycare
teachers. Each morning you run to Miss Luiza and give her a big hug!<br />
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song) and Wiggles. You also enjoy Chica the Chicken and Star on the
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My sweet girl, I love you so much. I love the fiesty and funny girl you are becoming. I promise not to wait another six months before I post again. Can you imagine what life will be like then? You will be a big sister! What will you be saying and doing and thinking? I can't wait to find out! </div>
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</div>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-17135117800483633842012-01-11T21:45:00.005-05:002012-02-24T16:04:45.247-05:00Twelve Months!Well my sweet girl, this is probably the first of many times I will tell you over the course of your life that I should have had my act together a bit sooner. I actually started writing this post over a month and a half ago and... well... let's just say that you have kept me very busy. I wanted it to be perfect, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">instead</span>... it just is. SO. A full month plus late. Here is my 12-month letter to you. (Thanks goodness for backdating)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yKrxTvEn4whYcUUV6QO3jD1hJsGh8Sf_nNt1FC_mY0NldYbnK3qJ_IbZyALwGFNEGq16EUipeISCXv8KI7G4uhJeGoLuireaHruPfnl5CbRb9cvaCwb3GvV-VXG9GVx0HWDkV14hfU/s1600/IMG_3439.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696200315605595634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yKrxTvEn4whYcUUV6QO3jD1hJsGh8Sf_nNt1FC_mY0NldYbnK3qJ_IbZyALwGFNEGq16EUipeISCXv8KI7G4uhJeGoLuireaHruPfnl5CbRb9cvaCwb3GvV-VXG9GVx0HWDkV14hfU/s400/IMG_3439.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Dear Maya<br /><br />My big girl, my drama queen, my energizer baby, my silly monkey, my sweetie, my love<br /><br />Today you are twelve months old! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12! I'm going to do a separate one-year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">lookback</span> post about your first year and what it has all meant to me, but right now I am just going to write about this past month. And what a month it was for you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN7PiXxWpJWXGxvPYLvT9XzKYR14uvWyx2vFR-I9KJJnZ6iemjgN8PDXELWNuBZXA79tMmZJlmaFxGW9AXY_NG-J_vKpm-D3ZZsaW1SjcuX1br4uEliMj-5J2O0zfq59dNnFmYRVlf6I/s1600/IMG_3463.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696200302287551714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN7PiXxWpJWXGxvPYLvT9XzKYR14uvWyx2vFR-I9KJJnZ6iemjgN8PDXELWNuBZXA79tMmZJlmaFxGW9AXY_NG-J_vKpm-D3ZZsaW1SjcuX1br4uEliMj-5J2O0zfq59dNnFmYRVlf6I/s400/IMG_3463.JPG" /></a><br /><br />First things first. You are walking!!! I feel like it was just a few days ago that you stood up for a few fleeting seconds on your own. Just after New Years, you decided that cruising was no longer enough. You had places to go and walking (or in your case running!) was the answer. Daddy and I are so proud of you. We love to see you take a few steps and then cheer for you and give you hugs and kisses.<br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JD51VYq7bkI" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />Every day you become more steady and are able to cover longer distances and different surfaces. You are amazing. I used to look forward to the way your face would break into a smile whenever you spotted daddy after a long day at daycare, I still do. But now I also have this little burst of pride and excitement when I open up my arms and you come rushing into them. You see me, you recognize me, your face lights up and you come rushing over to me. I think about that feeling all day. We got you some fancy new Adidas sneakers (Costco's finest!) and you get so many complements on them!<br /><br />You took your first steps on Monday January 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span>, the last day of your winter/Christmas break. All of your teachers were so excited to see you walking the next day. I will admit that those first few days were a bit much for you. You came home totally exhausted You have been learning so many new skills recently, I think all of this development was a lot for your little brain to process. Even though you had taken great naps, you would come home absolutely exhausted. But now you seem to have adjusted, as you always do, and we are back to our smiling and happy girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif4NXrA22pSMcNbzdMcAXmC0y_wpdx7w49NjNMhvhm4SDYjc1N1zOwTZ2IqvUcK2XVoRmCc9oziveizK4Cljt__nqbbNTAP-fKmeanEzkLt67FKF4H4FmwkyH6W9WQZwi5TQCsaIWNaE/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204687934354690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif4NXrA22pSMcNbzdMcAXmC0y_wpdx7w49NjNMhvhm4SDYjc1N1zOwTZ2IqvUcK2XVoRmCc9oziveizK4Cljt__nqbbNTAP-fKmeanEzkLt67FKF4H4FmwkyH6W9WQZwi5TQCsaIWNaE/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You like to sleep with your tush in the air and your arms tucked under your chest. And your head is always in the corner of your crib.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuft_EZqQfJFh22VGTKFqDcr0GWwwbHEjMnYd-sgtrVY8YaO4NZIM-bPJyajW-sRcLESkOXgdqfoVYoAPVRP7gY0p7VhNFqHXNsyJ6IrOAxqvZcr6LGxsoRZXk463LX69j4KzH_oUrXy0/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202726573959906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuft_EZqQfJFh22VGTKFqDcr0GWwwbHEjMnYd-sgtrVY8YaO4NZIM-bPJyajW-sRcLESkOXgdqfoVYoAPVRP7gY0p7VhNFqHXNsyJ6IrOAxqvZcr6LGxsoRZXk463LX69j4KzH_oUrXy0/s400/IMG_2927.JPG" /></a><br />You are like your mommy, you can nap anywhere. A car, in the stroller, even in your wagon.<br /><br />This month you also developed some very strong opinions. My love, I am somewhat reluctant to report that your first real word appears to be 'no.' It sounds a bit like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">naaaw</span> but we know what you mean. And so do you. When you've had enough dinner, you tear off your bib and say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">naw</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">naw</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">naw</span>. When you don't want to lay down to get your diaper changed, you squirm about and say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">nawwwwwwww</span>. I recently told someone that you were 11 months going on 11 years old. I think this is a glimpse of what your teenage years will be like.<br /><br />You had visits from both sets of grandparents. Saba and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abuelita</span> came to visit and so did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bubbie</span> and Grandpa. Boy are you loved! You had so much fun playing and laughing with them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirE5weVzj4pUyF6UPfq1ucmzzI9L92Aw8H5LF6k1A6N4G3KbY0IaHfLpXNm_TyKdZJb5-S9f4K9CGgfQx8XMRtNFsWRJ-NbbnzIUAcu0tMGtSvoJVBOXaPwlEU8yIbpvtXFLH3fJ_-zeo/s1600/IMG_2528.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201593134767298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirE5weVzj4pUyF6UPfq1ucmzzI9L92Aw8H5LF6k1A6N4G3KbY0IaHfLpXNm_TyKdZJb5-S9f4K9CGgfQx8XMRtNFsWRJ-NbbnzIUAcu0tMGtSvoJVBOXaPwlEU8yIbpvtXFLH3fJ_-zeo/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" /></a><br />Cuddles with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abuelita</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEYC_QtZMNdYb0zqyJ22MTGjyHqHoGnDVyGoD-sBcHkSGWnzRlm4Uy-DqGsKRXCri2sWfLr5afaIp6nMJ3VkjHOCgEsG9XrSHuLqkwi3DnrMzwxRzQ2cPhUyw3G2wVL5mv7D8r8qmEIw/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201580138468802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEYC_QtZMNdYb0zqyJ22MTGjyHqHoGnDVyGoD-sBcHkSGWnzRlm4Uy-DqGsKRXCri2sWfLr5afaIp6nMJ3VkjHOCgEsG9XrSHuLqkwi3DnrMzwxRzQ2cPhUyw3G2wVL5mv7D8r8qmEIw/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sillyness</span> with Saba<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoN32m5-TOJGjaa1NUWlKcRFjOy2fmmLijutQQ2uKd5lktqhhEU2sJ5z3VARFobYIUq4Dhax3N_2LESe0aqv5V3ub59ij_jAtNW7tZ3BQf7FD-u1wMz-9fR-cMstg9B2Cm3SnI-fytCY/s1600/IMG_2889.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202754769992658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoN32m5-TOJGjaa1NUWlKcRFjOy2fmmLijutQQ2uKd5lktqhhEU2sJ5z3VARFobYIUq4Dhax3N_2LESe0aqv5V3ub59ij_jAtNW7tZ3BQf7FD-u1wMz-9fR-cMstg9B2Cm3SnI-fytCY/s400/IMG_2889.JPG" /></a><br />Wheee! A wagon ride with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bubbie</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-0p9UFkCaH7oRYT1vCqUwiD_IKaqPtVls3bsP5jqsbfR9nW92WBAM1oIcwsH3s6z5DRWm3qVi-hFGDRBkCsD4cRJyjQ95amdsd2RLJmPzF3XC5yVs1Eo_TzNRawOUTiXA6iZMq6mHHE/s1600/IMG_2787.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202783493084658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-0p9UFkCaH7oRYT1vCqUwiD_IKaqPtVls3bsP5jqsbfR9nW92WBAM1oIcwsH3s6z5DRWm3qVi-hFGDRBkCsD4cRJyjQ95amdsd2RLJmPzF3XC5yVs1Eo_TzNRawOUTiXA6iZMq6mHHE/s400/IMG_2787.JPG" /></a><br />Giggles with Grandpa<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfaPhcbMu3ZmREzg1exgXLePPwrMN6ocxKW1cBYUGDVVej-BaQestnvSATfs5JssbjBh-c9mybHtqDrPjkyOJG6ooaeAnOkagH8q-c_AsnPZnQ2xx6vxbymA6bQ7YGfesaUcH2mJWJPg/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202749108971026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfaPhcbMu3ZmREzg1exgXLePPwrMN6ocxKW1cBYUGDVVej-BaQestnvSATfs5JssbjBh-c9mybHtqDrPjkyOJG6ooaeAnOkagH8q-c_AsnPZnQ2xx6vxbymA6bQ7YGfesaUcH2mJWJPg/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" /></a><br />lighting candles with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bubbie</span> and Grandpa<br /><br />You celebrated your first Hanukkah. You <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Skyped</span> and lit candles with faraway relatives. You spun your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">driedel</span> and absolutely loved tearing the paper off of your presents. Boy did you do well! You got puzzles and toys and books. Your two favorite gifts however, were your Radio <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Flyer</span> wagon and your musical instruments.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMq9nPjGievfFBt-tSlj2q8Vi3aR0KYrtb9I2w1TjiaciBP2uEDQn2oJBWT55b8na-kMpaCy62zYbsZ2f3RiBLcxwgfU-fcnbJITeJOQz_a2Qe8lkLpVb4xPU8qMG_CYhhsA5fLenyss/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201615006409218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMq9nPjGievfFBt-tSlj2q8Vi3aR0KYrtb9I2w1TjiaciBP2uEDQn2oJBWT55b8na-kMpaCy62zYbsZ2f3RiBLcxwgfU-fcnbJITeJOQz_a2Qe8lkLpVb4xPU8qMG_CYhhsA5fLenyss/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">dreidel</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7hMkGo_RYmUfjQCe7dBoSPgYPZDUBBj0crn-rUwFa28PnnGZ8EEXOZ5Z0pyNtUe2RN-ZeoUTz9LQZ2cADTD1t6wXOuylZm213J2bf1JzhfJPpebjyTpsuaSSWw4lDNKNA4pIKVuSJuI/s1600/IMG_2800.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202721634390226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7hMkGo_RYmUfjQCe7dBoSPgYPZDUBBj0crn-rUwFa28PnnGZ8EEXOZ5Z0pyNtUe2RN-ZeoUTz9LQZ2cADTD1t6wXOuylZm213J2bf1JzhfJPpebjyTpsuaSSWw4lDNKNA4pIKVuSJuI/s400/IMG_2800.JPG" /></a><br />unwrapping gifts<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupDlzUZfAkD6Z_0a03vuBYser01nZXIp06p1hfBMbK0BdLcJivyx_Nf0JIk41PwwC_L5rVXHFFTO51D1nGSPV_Acy5zYNLuTjHAq2IWRcXf0IKwWYRWHo9T_ivGvD90WXTi3uSdrpe_A/s1600/IMG_2563.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201604842689282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupDlzUZfAkD6Z_0a03vuBYser01nZXIp06p1hfBMbK0BdLcJivyx_Nf0JIk41PwwC_L5rVXHFFTO51D1nGSPV_Acy5zYNLuTjHAq2IWRcXf0IKwWYRWHo9T_ivGvD90WXTi3uSdrpe_A/s400/IMG_2563.JPG" /></a><br />lighting candles with daddy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsNh2iUNbXXzxiEA3Ku6LaAok1-B_hR0JyS_ezBOCkXfuHUmDupFa_lZ6b6ambzEqo4kSjTA_tSWmZq2vWxGJ00qn1COQT4IUfvwqa6gj87APaPJTRyN9xAcb8XekVOUBV4ZZJUAvRTw/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219860606081570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsNh2iUNbXXzxiEA3Ku6LaAok1-B_hR0JyS_ezBOCkXfuHUmDupFa_lZ6b6ambzEqo4kSjTA_tSWmZq2vWxGJ00qn1COQT4IUfvwqa6gj87APaPJTRyN9xAcb8XekVOUBV4ZZJUAvRTw/s400/IMG_2706.JPG" /></a><br />first wagon ride!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTIQX7Mwh1WGuIbtkB98sWdlk3X-jWH3ePJMvFEkJ_c5fIPIA8hE41g1mMD92Iq-ndN9Xrwr23ozPpwlcL9pWFJWkmVUvbcMux0Amd-lALQEZaq07SLzeJzkoUdnKetQsNS3kBI4osFw/s1600/IMG_2917.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204649738847474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTIQX7Mwh1WGuIbtkB98sWdlk3X-jWH3ePJMvFEkJ_c5fIPIA8hE41g1mMD92Iq-ndN9Xrwr23ozPpwlcL9pWFJWkmVUvbcMux0Amd-lALQEZaq07SLzeJzkoUdnKetQsNS3kBI4osFw/s400/IMG_2917.JPG" /></a><br />fast wagon ride with daddy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uZVJIG_9vZoWGEJma7ybkq4Knwrb5SFc-mdoKIHQ5jkv-oat06LfGvbek0fILzd5p68nTofg-CQfxcihwZMCY77Op4ADSqgQtkTGCa5PDYHZceT8ZVnHXjpixda0FclfCfEKrMAjacw/s1600/IMG_3156.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205049483545202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uZVJIG_9vZoWGEJma7ybkq4Knwrb5SFc-mdoKIHQ5jkv-oat06LfGvbek0fILzd5p68nTofg-CQfxcihwZMCY77Op4ADSqgQtkTGCa5PDYHZceT8ZVnHXjpixda0FclfCfEKrMAjacw/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" /></a><br />harmonica<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy3MWU3LmeQ1RYFzFnCGs_idiY34mNmv2zFw1j9E5Jowg79VVUGimUmnQhqODe2_aQRjanWE0hysuqZIyrv8uLjGx2DdmaDko-F73bVSRxo5dzz5wI61HmbdHDWGe62fxITf4cropyZ0/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205046948895442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy3MWU3LmeQ1RYFzFnCGs_idiY34mNmv2zFw1j9E5Jowg79VVUGimUmnQhqODe2_aQRjanWE0hysuqZIyrv8uLjGx2DdmaDko-F73bVSRxo5dzz5wI61HmbdHDWGe62fxITf4cropyZ0/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" /></a><br />triangle and runny nose<br /><br />You love you play the triangle and the cymbals. You could bang on the xylophone all day and you are fascinated with the harmonica. You sit riveted watching daddy play it. You keep trying to blow into it - I bet you will get the hang of it soon. You take your octopus bell shaker with you everywhere, you even have an outfit to match!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvNX3vU1txbc3ssiiV60swuKBfpxRupQtVu7lzm7SP1NdpKCNpfpWMAdNo8QN1orgRyHMQBHwiT5S7fTO27dPibLJLyvr0dZUJ0P7omdzKsX1h_SJUhjAmPmppFXpLtLOUVcrxaka9rQ/s1600/IMG_3174.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205074826336098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvNX3vU1txbc3ssiiV60swuKBfpxRupQtVu7lzm7SP1NdpKCNpfpWMAdNo8QN1orgRyHMQBHwiT5S7fTO27dPibLJLyvr0dZUJ0P7omdzKsX1h_SJUhjAmPmppFXpLtLOUVcrxaka9rQ/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" /></a><br />beautiful eyes and bell shaker<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeIn1KB-lHQXfehyphenhyphenaStTKl8vSeeW-WRVB9V9AoKv33q9n2ln4OXRgRnfuJpRwhMykHAVk0gpssutdm9_lyyvDxSJ7Wa5C_s6euWenmNc2C2WNe0uRtg4JsKet8hfVX_6dipFB7yx5O-w/s1600/IMG_3273.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205767508450050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeIn1KB-lHQXfehyphenhyphenaStTKl8vSeeW-WRVB9V9AoKv33q9n2ln4OXRgRnfuJpRwhMykHAVk0gpssutdm9_lyyvDxSJ7Wa5C_s6euWenmNc2C2WNe0uRtg4JsKet8hfVX_6dipFB7yx5O-w/s400/IMG_3273.JPG" /></a><br />playing the xylophone<br /><br />You had a very busy social calendar. You went downtown for daycare in DC and saw Miss Erika. You had several <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">playdates</span>- one with Nathan and another with Aidan.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kCuthg6IyVlFjdXzpklkXoHINdObdgYmm1wIifVSFYkiSZG7dW3mrIgGQefrkJwKuAsgDcft-CbVMdUfuRC5c48cQt-O3T8LakM8xcX_e7fjAUHafGw11TH_gU4FPmQHSSBMiwk24Qs/s1600/IMG_3195.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205730566320386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kCuthg6IyVlFjdXzpklkXoHINdObdgYmm1wIifVSFYkiSZG7dW3mrIgGQefrkJwKuAsgDcft-CbVMdUfuRC5c48cQt-O3T8LakM8xcX_e7fjAUHafGw11TH_gU4FPmQHSSBMiwk24Qs/s400/IMG_3195.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">hangin</span> with Nathan<br /><br />We raided Aunt Fara's basement and came home with tons of toys! Now in the evening, you and I go to the basement to play while daddy makes dinner. You love to bring books and toys over to me. You have become quite adventurous, crawling under the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">exersaucer</span> is one of your new favorite activities!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKCqkAUjMh8uSLhQro5u5hvFAsirmuu7RVAlcZvq3G8PoO9UIF1Hrn4F78sX76DYGmn7EzUnpBxIGw0daKbonNXL6BGOFFwJE17nEl-AAmgzQkBKkXTdsdB62Rbbz34H33J1Ews7RUMA/s1600/IMG_3255.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696205745696224978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKCqkAUjMh8uSLhQro5u5hvFAsirmuu7RVAlcZvq3G8PoO9UIF1Hrn4F78sX76DYGmn7EzUnpBxIGw0daKbonNXL6BGOFFwJE17nEl-AAmgzQkBKkXTdsdB62Rbbz34H33J1Ews7RUMA/s400/IMG_3255.JPG" /></a><br /><br />On weekends we all hang out in pajamas until after your first nap. I like to read books with you. You love the 'touch and feel' books and pop up books. You love to feel the different textures and turn the pages too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8o1HvfaUy7aRLwJkO51Z4BbrYptPM2Heeuq8Xpm61RdLGwr1ZOOpOD_D6I0A6OWG7CBEuGjiAxHI_2mes4xxGz0vxeMeSa3iQK0syc1ok9BSTsfJHKEey7la8O5xBfMRPrEiz7kyfWM/s1600/IMG_3303.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696206694059963394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK8o1HvfaUy7aRLwJkO51Z4BbrYptPM2Heeuq8Xpm61RdLGwr1ZOOpOD_D6I0A6OWG7CBEuGjiAxHI_2mes4xxGz0vxeMeSa3iQK0syc1ok9BSTsfJHKEey7la8O5xBfMRPrEiz7kyfWM/s400/IMG_3303.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This month you tried asparagus, salmon and lamb. You like oranges and spaghetti. On Christmas Day, we went to a restaurant with you, and for the first time we did not bring anything for you. You ate regular food off the menu like a big girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWovu7XH1GUNNClbL8Aweyl7SmebNyT3x6mvXpCxo_9mZ_uT2NkNYryRWsJBoWlRyEtSL7bjwR3uUj5jdgsEnuAoaMm8qSCpsJtIJFv4r48_HsplBtuY5P7J6qJdVvC0g98OzK0O435c/s1600/IMG_2962.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696219851408895634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWovu7XH1GUNNClbL8Aweyl7SmebNyT3x6mvXpCxo_9mZ_uT2NkNYryRWsJBoWlRyEtSL7bjwR3uUj5jdgsEnuAoaMm8qSCpsJtIJFv4r48_HsplBtuY5P7J6qJdVvC0g98OzK0O435c/s400/IMG_2962.JPG" /></a><br />dinner at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Buca</span><br /><br />You eat so well these days. There isn't much you refuse. I know it's coming... just not yet. Thankfully.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaP2MUdn6wiYvgCE801lu_u72hvtMRBvxkF_HkfdhyUI9FBqkKj3icUmaR8_-ngKW9QlzvP3i8OeH-fI-b_eHUX9AHwqxecEvA_TakDr-vSKsUFYP7dA6ojz7pfSwuEeY77acy3G6nok/s1600/IMG_3032.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204661794096114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaP2MUdn6wiYvgCE801lu_u72hvtMRBvxkF_HkfdhyUI9FBqkKj3icUmaR8_-ngKW9QlzvP3i8OeH-fI-b_eHUX9AHwqxecEvA_TakDr-vSKsUFYP7dA6ojz7pfSwuEeY77acy3G6nok/s400/IMG_3032.JPG" /></a><br />spaghetti<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6o5VDhC1LIdsoSsawH8cLoj3obaI_pHjJbeVf1ZLTUTxTuSjMbQesUeKXcN4jmQ1VncmkAaNrDuC_Ecg895F7AoLsCk3ajPfu5cZDchmmnnwxd3CioNnfJslyTRm3gVBXAeYQt7yGI/s1600/IMG_2404.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696200755513876050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6o5VDhC1LIdsoSsawH8cLoj3obaI_pHjJbeVf1ZLTUTxTuSjMbQesUeKXcN4jmQ1VncmkAaNrDuC_Ecg895F7AoLsCk3ajPfu5cZDchmmnnwxd3CioNnfJslyTRm3gVBXAeYQt7yGI/s400/IMG_2404.JPG" /></a><br />cruising in your cute overalls<br /><br />You play so nicely with all of your toys, but some of your favorite playthings are unexpected items around the house. You can sit and play with an empty wrapping paper roll for days and an empty box is endless fun. One of your most loved toys is the laundry basket. You love to climb in, around and over it. You love it when I turn it over and 'trap' you inside. You giggle when we play peek-a-boo with it and use it as a drum or a car.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprVw-IcJtT9VQovZgj3RF1Gi01ewVqfEum1ZkaChoLWtKtW07wRhRI0thFIRjOni5sINby-RbbVgMIreNhxh4Rs-JGxzQiGzVt3hwn4CmxS4Kiw8coNcAY5cBukUZKBjRCuqrb7y4OTY/s1600/IMG_2467.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201576344651730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprVw-IcJtT9VQovZgj3RF1Gi01ewVqfEum1ZkaChoLWtKtW07wRhRI0thFIRjOni5sINby-RbbVgMIreNhxh4Rs-JGxzQiGzVt3hwn4CmxS4Kiw8coNcAY5cBukUZKBjRCuqrb7y4OTY/s400/IMG_2467.JPG" /></a><br />laundry basket madness<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn9LNpFFxdKfVnQt08ds6DoJpU_mHugORt7NTbcijOYlJAJGDQ7oJN0N-Sx382OmdMLpbR2TP-M7UtLrQ2OsRuDJMVh-p4cR5QXwjEFSriryeGv0OmWlk-dj9KisI2kQ3Y3OsTq786go/s1600/IMG_3345.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696206724016801522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn9LNpFFxdKfVnQt08ds6DoJpU_mHugORt7NTbcijOYlJAJGDQ7oJN0N-Sx382OmdMLpbR2TP-M7UtLrQ2OsRuDJMVh-p4cR5QXwjEFSriryeGv0OmWlk-dj9KisI2kQ3Y3OsTq786go/s400/IMG_3345.JPG" /></a><br />opening birthday cards<br /><br />You are so loving to Jerry. You give him the sweetest hugs and like to pet his soft fur. You still have to be reminded to be gentle with the old fella, but he is patient with you and lets you lay on top of him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULB2vo5JgrKM3-1hDQby0j-mOOIoWYgWGh0tINazsffqvajkz-ah2NgiOow8vimpa2j5BWata5kXZMHVyoFgah0633W8-ETIrbl9hsozNTERkmPDdLOadqkpUx6IUugQW9dKhSxT32L0/s1600/IMG_3087.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204668766535266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULB2vo5JgrKM3-1hDQby0j-mOOIoWYgWGh0tINazsffqvajkz-ah2NgiOow8vimpa2j5BWata5kXZMHVyoFgah0633W8-ETIrbl9hsozNTERkmPDdLOadqkpUx6IUugQW9dKhSxT32L0/s400/IMG_3087.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jerrylove</span><br /><br />You have the craziest smile these days. You have two teeth coming in on top, but they are not your front teeth, so you have this baby vampire look going on. You like to chew on everything; your washcloth in the bath, your Sophie giraffe, etc. I am pretty sure more teeth are on their way soon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3D6GMCIzS2m7pd0PKc0fjsRbvEpPL0QADS1mjxXrHi8pxW6W5B5Ip_AeRLVFCicFZCy9deVpT_qjyAij1PeC-H652dGYoNreSpRsEZZ5qrkRtkvitHXdaqC0ZBPEVW-jz49QyS9nyac/s1600/IMG_2775.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204653477463090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3D6GMCIzS2m7pd0PKc0fjsRbvEpPL0QADS1mjxXrHi8pxW6W5B5Ip_AeRLVFCicFZCy9deVpT_qjyAij1PeC-H652dGYoNreSpRsEZZ5qrkRtkvitHXdaqC0ZBPEVW-jz49QyS9nyac/s400/IMG_2775.JPG" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">crazyteeth</span><br /><br />You have no interest in taking these monthly photos anymore; you want to stand on your chair or walk to your toys or grab the camera or chase the cat or hug mommy. It has been fun taking this series of pictures and seeing how you grow each month but I think you are happy it's over now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8P53DjHQiYbpk7xk2hPGDZGSx4ifQyk87U9nUUSaCLeePRT3k9sqcnAoIkEjIwHbBcRABTRDT9KVgPy-gawCCiI1tS-Je_87Mad2-rK3TcMue2L7mZPskUcdj_e7Pe9C8uCbAwhRKao/s1600/IMG_3432.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696200273279754290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8P53DjHQiYbpk7xk2hPGDZGSx4ifQyk87U9nUUSaCLeePRT3k9sqcnAoIkEjIwHbBcRABTRDT9KVgPy-gawCCiI1tS-Je_87Mad2-rK3TcMue2L7mZPskUcdj_e7Pe9C8uCbAwhRKao/s400/IMG_3432.JPG" /></a><br />12 month pic standing on chair<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnjCX1NTuDtHSxqNJxi3khKacH-lDfxtAXPWSj3D1BmAYFx1pyYFJEZqqbV2RgJ_67NYbW6k5RbRMl-Naw0KQbYcCu9dz5TaA7fIMfaF6NxQJX4vM9VR06LWS7CdUEoLBSOD91OGxcVE/s1600/IMG_3458.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696200285998449090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnjCX1NTuDtHSxqNJxi3khKacH-lDfxtAXPWSj3D1BmAYFx1pyYFJEZqqbV2RgJ_67NYbW6k5RbRMl-Naw0KQbYcCu9dz5TaA7fIMfaF6NxQJX4vM9VR06LWS7CdUEoLBSOD91OGxcVE/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" /></a><br />12 month pic clapping hands<br /><br />Later this week, daycare is going to have a little birthday party for you and then we are going to have one at our house this weekend. Your have family coming to visit from New York and New Jersey and Florida. Daddy and I have been working to put together a really fun day for you, we can't wait to see your reaction to it all!Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-43089523929579041682011-12-11T13:57:00.088-05:002011-12-13T06:30:29.653-05:00Eleven Months!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBkFoBhWUHkiJuBL4mi44o_IxFQmbkEbnzVpVvq5bUEGucl1spPrGmfE7cUMuebJhjlLRLpEjzHUH0Z5s4eWUdqA3YppJdCRfV4ZeFDEWkVlaPtlQK_bT9QLSsNztm26oH4c6TgW__0s/s1600/11+month+pic.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBkFoBhWUHkiJuBL4mi44o_IxFQmbkEbnzVpVvq5bUEGucl1spPrGmfE7cUMuebJhjlLRLpEjzHUH0Z5s4eWUdqA3YppJdCRfV4ZeFDEWkVlaPtlQK_bT9QLSsNztm26oH4c6TgW__0s/s400/11+month+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685572320051293778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dear Maya,<br />My adorable Maya Papaya, little Hazelnut, Doozer, messy buggerface (sorry its true)<br /><br />This month has been one of such amazing development and firsts. I know that I sound like a broken record, but I'm just blown away by how much you have learned in a matter of weeks. You soak up everything; you surprise me every single day. There is much to talk about, so let's begin...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5R34qFrxjkM3-tzslTirTyQLryCg2PSmWZIY6WbP-fyvJB5NS33he4G3K30_gCgvS-4ukNP0Pz2Oc_n5UjSuldnMBXyZBq2H99AvOG1wo0agPqnb3VIsS8hGu4rMXUSm4Wy_BcGiVPg/s1600/IMG_2331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950355735321330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5R34qFrxjkM3-tzslTirTyQLryCg2PSmWZIY6WbP-fyvJB5NS33he4G3K30_gCgvS-4ukNP0Pz2Oc_n5UjSuldnMBXyZBq2H99AvOG1wo0agPqnb3VIsS8hGu4rMXUSm4Wy_BcGiVPg/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You are a tadpole! At daycare you have graduated from the little baby ‘Guppies’ room to the mobile baby ‘Tadpoles’ room. As expected, you have transitioned beautifully. I am incredibly grateful to Miss Dilruba, Miss Thamara and Miss Rosa for taking such amazing care of you these last six months, but now you have so much more room to crawl and explore and play with your new teachers and friends. In your new class, you love to stand at the mirror bench, bang and play with the musical instruments, and sit together with the other kids for breakfast and lunch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9oMxn2NP0ixY56OAf3VYPipZ6n9PoN9P87oxzwDqMgicd2Uc964ED3SuTpVTfvuMoAhv09BrshpyZbFGlnNELRB2Ogx1wRTW4BO9g5uFvcrrjmEumzgXpmI5kWpWDLwoVQ_lbpSQKK8/s1600/IMG_1508.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950808421940450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9oMxn2NP0ixY56OAf3VYPipZ6n9PoN9P87oxzwDqMgicd2Uc964ED3SuTpVTfvuMoAhv09BrshpyZbFGlnNELRB2Ogx1wRTW4BO9g5uFvcrrjmEumzgXpmI5kWpWDLwoVQ_lbpSQKK8/s400/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />your last week as a little Guppy surrounded by all of your favorite toys<br /><br />All of this activity has made you one very excellent napper! You are down to two daytime naps: one around 9:30 AM (for about an hour) and one around 1:00 PM (for almost two and a half hours). The first few days in your new class really wiped you out. Even with your long afternoon siesta, you were cranky and tired at the end of the day. We’d try to get you home, feed you a little, give you a quick bath and put you to bed, but it was a long day for you my sweet, and you had nothing left in the tank. Now you seem to have adjusted to the new routine and we are back to watching Star and Chica together on the Goodnight Show while daddy makes dinner each night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgaE9Xqrbp0SfhE5dPchr7FlccZJc_BA2qVWS3rZowCCXV3yo5h9DJ3gr4wCgG6A5sTatxuWVlabeQC-wF-3F3sEi948fOn8TEOsetPUH2sQWmDD3T4iKvBdgWd2Eurg4jLSoVG8iSpE/s1600/IMG_2359.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgaE9Xqrbp0SfhE5dPchr7FlccZJc_BA2qVWS3rZowCCXV3yo5h9DJ3gr4wCgG6A5sTatxuWVlabeQC-wF-3F3sEi948fOn8TEOsetPUH2sQWmDD3T4iKvBdgWd2Eurg4jLSoVG8iSpE/s400/IMG_2359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685424691009610354" border="0" /></a><br />watching the goodnight show (with special guest appearance by daddy!)<br /><br />Each night, we still have the same basic routine: we watch the goodnight show on Sprout, have dinner together, you take your bath and then go to bed. This month we've added a book before dinner (you are too tired at the end of the night to enjoy it) and after you are in pajamas and have said goodnight to daddy, you like to close your bedroom door and turn off your light all by yourself. When the room goes dark, you put your sweet head on my shoulder and I carry you to the glider and give you the last of your evening bottle. These days, you like to drink most of it at dinner, so there are only maybe two or three ounces left for bedtime. This doesn't take long for you to drink at all. Then we say the Shema, and I put you into your crib. You are usually asleep within minutes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG-tzY9fBpDXGk55Gjvbe5nllj0SDInav753UrHZds7FnB4LVoySuutdO4m2P-1GN_uNxVwrNuA1pjaiyr5SCCRmmNkEbMOsvcdmRmuywE71UGt1GapBhb8ueIwffoKShtot2Pw5Fq1g/s1600/IMG_2394.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG-tzY9fBpDXGk55Gjvbe5nllj0SDInav753UrHZds7FnB4LVoySuutdO4m2P-1GN_uNxVwrNuA1pjaiyr5SCCRmmNkEbMOsvcdmRmuywE71UGt1GapBhb8ueIwffoKShtot2Pw5Fq1g/s400/IMG_2394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685424699093354418" border="0" /></a><br />bath time fun<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM42q218H7wj1gv-y_hfsR5aS-HSi5s7a8qj1QgMSsOXebedpv01JlT_tRB4_T1MqwzL6texUykwrD9m7UCClMZHrYlIGlvbMFrcPNbMSftvqqfIDKUWeUW-8sTzUAvlVwMhk5_1DkS0U/s1600/IMG_2397.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM42q218H7wj1gv-y_hfsR5aS-HSi5s7a8qj1QgMSsOXebedpv01JlT_tRB4_T1MqwzL6texUykwrD9m7UCClMZHrYlIGlvbMFrcPNbMSftvqqfIDKUWeUW-8sTzUAvlVwMhk5_1DkS0U/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685570970754454306" border="0" /></a><br />daddy drinks coffee and Maya has a bottle<br /><br />You will usually sleep until 6:20 on weekdays and as late as 7:15 on weekends. During the week, daddy gets you up and dressed. You like to crawl down the hallway to show me your pretty outfit for the day and watch me dry my hair. You love to feel the warm air on your face. On Saturday mornings, we all hang out in pajamas until after your first nap. You like you play peekaboo in bed with mommy and make the doorstopper in the hallway going booooooooing!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngJP9MS2RaRdXMVUr6ndqJHypF1MGru_FyPODwXN7Xu32xEDa78pVhhmmFYWrsHcejVTHt3t4inkGO6EiH5SFaH3EKUtK5OL1qjKStjsNsgmxdmlXiOjjzU2uO68fV9F8bnbCVmZdsgY/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952437260560706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngJP9MS2RaRdXMVUr6ndqJHypF1MGru_FyPODwXN7Xu32xEDa78pVhhmmFYWrsHcejVTHt3t4inkGO6EiH5SFaH3EKUtK5OL1qjKStjsNsgmxdmlXiOjjzU2uO68fV9F8bnbCVmZdsgY/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq77gaGY67eRbuivddiMI-vq8CCOof_4OSo_G4Sduyb8m8eA86futCrEhNPX3qjFlJBPlyOulVOINNrPAj9AHvbAmf8EtpiSRIK2zMCQXsjgsufE_xCrqDZ6SryCtaR2m60-GR56Qc47E/s1600/IMG_2094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952409994885282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq77gaGY67eRbuivddiMI-vq8CCOof_4OSo_G4Sduyb8m8eA86futCrEhNPX3qjFlJBPlyOulVOINNrPAj9AHvbAmf8EtpiSRIK2zMCQXsjgsufE_xCrqDZ6SryCtaR2m60-GR56Qc47E/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />watching mommy dry her hair<br /><br />You are cruising! You ‘walk’ around the ottoman in the living room and push your cart all over. Look out to everyone and everything in your path! You absolutely love the tv remote, the telephone and crinkling paper/ receipts. You walk around and around the living room to get any and all of these items.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/90hCYBxkAVU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />You are getting a top tooth! Your bottom two are officially not the only chompers in that mouth anymore- you have one (possibly two) poking through your top gums right now. (Perhaps another reason for the crankiness)<br /><br />This month you have had all kinds of fun things to eat. But! The! Big! News! ..is that you had your first bagel (In NY of course). You’ve also tried fish, brussel sprouts, peppers, onions, strawberries, cherries, turkey and pizza crust; all of which you like. However, more than all of those, you adore papaya! This is how you’ve earned your nickname of the month, Maya papaya. You just cannot get enough of it. Even though it’s slippery, you grab as much papaya as you can from your tray and gobble it down. You are also getting much better at using your sippy cup.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDT-JiPlcWXwTb7KiYt_xFWtXZZXbOdNVUeh8EZHpNejgQI8V6So0uEW_u2hfoBhkjBksPSwkPdU-BHXoZ_kIhkBYEpPlYDqJz6meMHnogHcSEbPXVVgPm3j2ubABX6CEkB-fBbYOqzSo/s1600/IMG_1592.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951046684643346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDT-JiPlcWXwTb7KiYt_xFWtXZZXbOdNVUeh8EZHpNejgQI8V6So0uEW_u2hfoBhkjBksPSwkPdU-BHXoZ_kIhkBYEpPlYDqJz6meMHnogHcSEbPXVVgPm3j2ubABX6CEkB-fBbYOqzSo/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />first bagel<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGsIlM91_iZQLkHZfratOPPW2LMu-g3J42UyhbusiEAr3Wf-VExUEo_yBqHgjpixM4G1Losd3DKup2UQUgtsjZZS2UZCyRl_ncfRu1Egu3f2SiD9wBO-5qT5STVLt-6HHh1J6d66bfNg/s1600/IMG_2343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950374501009106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGsIlM91_iZQLkHZfratOPPW2LMu-g3J42UyhbusiEAr3Wf-VExUEo_yBqHgjpixM4G1Losd3DKup2UQUgtsjZZS2UZCyRl_ncfRu1Egu3f2SiD9wBO-5qT5STVLt-6HHh1J6d66bfNg/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />sippy cup and fish (yum!) and broccoli (eh)<br /><br />You like to share. You like to offer me your sippy cup at dinnertime, your duckie at bath time and your socks all the time! Interestingly, you never feel compelled to share your pacifier. You also like to share your germs, and both mommy and daddy have been lucky recipients of your latest cold. Yes, you are a good sharer indeed.<br /><br />You like to put things ‘in’. At home, you love putting your bath toys IN your rinse cup. At daycare, you like to collect toys and put them IN the bin. I hope this desire to always clean up your toys after playing with them sticks around for a long long time.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5fBDtoJpjjQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br />putting toys away<br /><br />You are really interacting with your toys and other babies. You love playdates. You love the octopus toy- you take balls out of a bowl on the floor and put them into a slot on the octopus's head. Then you look for the balls to come out of its feet. You like to stack the crayola orbs and make them chime and light up. I love to watch how focused you become on each task. Sometimes you are so hard at work on your own toys, you don’t even notice when Jerry walk into the room.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixp9-91qJyI3jRx5-VgoPQHYNl5m0hWElNRzd0jorMdPyA-BeH3xaKgB2ZbkN-s8ANQIxKSk0Wgf7sIZ1UNvqHq1qPfXDO6JrINf7T2qhSnwAGLkqkC8G60vUBzBTe1LcOZd7K3lPkNbw/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952415873498258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixp9-91qJyI3jRx5-VgoPQHYNl5m0hWElNRzd0jorMdPyA-BeH3xaKgB2ZbkN-s8ANQIxKSk0Wgf7sIZ1UNvqHq1qPfXDO6JrINf7T2qhSnwAGLkqkC8G60vUBzBTe1LcOZd7K3lPkNbw/s400/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />stacking<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxsVgceO_Ip-SAbquKODWlDRKYaMBVllefO3r8-5zD-vojOE08NMG7rvdxu2iNQiLuO15Rx9FXv3Hd8jdiWRRaOmJqb8hI5LViGsaG2T-1psGnplz8s7Yuz_HR7MXNd5ZpKo8_BwZgeo/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950787605788802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxsVgceO_Ip-SAbquKODWlDRKYaMBVllefO3r8-5zD-vojOE08NMG7rvdxu2iNQiLuO15Rx9FXv3Hd8jdiWRRaOmJqb8hI5LViGsaG2T-1psGnplz8s7Yuz_HR7MXNd5ZpKo8_BwZgeo/s400/IMG_1486.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />playdate with your buddy Nathan<br /><br />You had your first Thanksgiving! We drove to Queens and had a wonderful holiday! You were so good- smiling and playing with everyone. We watched the parade in the morning and took a long walk while Grandpa, Bubbie, Daddy and Uncle Brian cooked. Then, you sat in your highchair at the table with everyone else and ate turkey and sweet potatoes!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwVrG39tJYz_JuuQqnnqGnFcYYcTY5kpDq3xMaIJlIN1EE_NzIT3t6PTELLjWeKm5fuYxQSZUHhhDQ24VlemrTr1po8SCWbmrQUzeM0WOo1R9UlHTKJ5HjFPLeAj0XrEqLpeKajGep74/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950818162310594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwVrG39tJYz_JuuQqnnqGnFcYYcTY5kpDq3xMaIJlIN1EE_NzIT3t6PTELLjWeKm5fuYxQSZUHhhDQ24VlemrTr1po8SCWbmrQUzeM0WOo1R9UlHTKJ5HjFPLeAj0XrEqLpeKajGep74/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />watching the parade together<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9DpdkLiejdG8geVaZvJgT-yjE4ZmhFUt9bewYJY8a1hqdes5bKlbCUInOVczQwZWaXPeagoRYjGL4GggyMHsvJ31vYiVCqgTJoj19jZijd_Hkxad70WG6SYThrvYCH-Je5885ZYSewE/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951074623398434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9DpdkLiejdG8geVaZvJgT-yjE4ZmhFUt9bewYJY8a1hqdes5bKlbCUInOVczQwZWaXPeagoRYjGL4GggyMHsvJ31vYiVCqgTJoj19jZijd_Hkxad70WG6SYThrvYCH-Je5885ZYSewE/s400/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />great grandmas<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUliQuo8kG22057revDaAo6sBYRwNxm2lA97Vw09TnAyg-L9abjV2pPKjHEE7KQeMflc4u5I_9QMRwqSLiAp3kh5-1uqRMNnVEGv1M2Jzi0_o8RuHnOLLD7nSfMRfaSOuUoRxGSD9x1hs/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951506363251202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUliQuo8kG22057revDaAo6sBYRwNxm2lA97Vw09TnAyg-L9abjV2pPKjHEE7KQeMflc4u5I_9QMRwqSLiAp3kh5-1uqRMNnVEGv1M2Jzi0_o8RuHnOLLD7nSfMRfaSOuUoRxGSD9x1hs/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />nosies with Pappa Donny<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSItWVMve7f9WMZLVyfbuUmOMtvuS3Z-h5f_uR82QvxRkynJOEp972FniOstzP246tXAoWhgU1UnfMaC66F48mYL3kHpyLjfAyC2NtV0GxBLWQN_TIq5IqsBaQ2XvGkW9gKnaK1UgVIc/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951496909096178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSItWVMve7f9WMZLVyfbuUmOMtvuS3Z-h5f_uR82QvxRkynJOEp972FniOstzP246tXAoWhgU1UnfMaC66F48mYL3kHpyLjfAyC2NtV0GxBLWQN_TIq5IqsBaQ2XvGkW9gKnaK1UgVIc/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />First Thanksgiving meal- at the head of the table!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP2_1tfO-ut0AxawldNi_12_Qd8O7cStSZdV1jHv-iViw6297bM_dNl8XLJwELjGGN0pHPB3ENbpSSAR-8uj40y6TvQkitn0YykO_LI-in04lBK582fihZGleOpN-MjZhgEo1WCqnt6M/s1600/IMG_1667.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951075601189842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZP2_1tfO-ut0AxawldNi_12_Qd8O7cStSZdV1jHv-iViw6297bM_dNl8XLJwELjGGN0pHPB3ENbpSSAR-8uj40y6TvQkitn0YykO_LI-in04lBK582fihZGleOpN-MjZhgEo1WCqnt6M/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />thanksgiving table<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsuz3sD6lAC48cG2m_pIcGfalDnuFAUIJqvrJW5PbvK150NnKVRAGGoR5MNJIPUq2LAFrlRfsVfJWChyLEb-THCRy7I_SGcdlP-rHsKj7nXatL9MzIlYFF5LdYCVRN9K0qcbqbPSgLXY/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951061284792450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGsuz3sD6lAC48cG2m_pIcGfalDnuFAUIJqvrJW5PbvK150NnKVRAGGoR5MNJIPUq2LAFrlRfsVfJWChyLEb-THCRy7I_SGcdlP-rHsKj7nXatL9MzIlYFF5LdYCVRN9K0qcbqbPSgLXY/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Maya's first Thanksgiving craft- a handprint turkey!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1LNbKtn57cMiUp6hHPPAfhX5SpkzTVEqeLfT1q4qdRGcLm9ATIBtJk-yKxEDZUuTS5zExa7CIhrCdtdt_ZHnKJUKqn1vORhNbfvQno62bxrsb8e_lLUJMt07aYWmoj3-kFdEML3D-ow/s1600/IMG_1749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684954821851664130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1LNbKtn57cMiUp6hHPPAfhX5SpkzTVEqeLfT1q4qdRGcLm9ATIBtJk-yKxEDZUuTS5zExa7CIhrCdtdt_ZHnKJUKqn1vORhNbfvQno62bxrsb8e_lLUJMt07aYWmoj3-kFdEML3D-ow/s400/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />showing off how you play with your poppin' pals<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQC3mkklJ68FNzjH9UbOoQ-fKsCQ9E3ZdIlY15g5AU6WjHke1PgSX56MRQrFeSzyaLHfXHqt8ems7hiRQ4kayso3m7IdnzLmh577stSp_jghgFUxwE8uiBKvh8_gAfHyF_dVGeaazAji4/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684954828456367554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQC3mkklJ68FNzjH9UbOoQ-fKsCQ9E3ZdIlY15g5AU6WjHke1PgSX56MRQrFeSzyaLHfXHqt8ems7hiRQ4kayso3m7IdnzLmh577stSp_jghgFUxwE8uiBKvh8_gAfHyF_dVGeaazAji4/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with Oma's necklace<br /><br />You met Hammer! Now that Uncle Brian lives in New York, he brought Hammer over to Grandpa's place for Thanksgiving. You really seem to love him; you had so much fun chasing after him and getting big ol wet kisses. Hammer really liked you- it's rare that he isn't the shortest one in a room.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3b-8bZBL19upb9IdW5RquagFa3TpgWwl6sfZbAHzKQRXbisQ09YUlY5PUZRMP4aA4SqhdmfYqCs1zH7EDhqrVhOk3Uonc0COFZf8wCQ7cKyrm_hAvNuhWreiXUOXy4O2sq2X7-XOG4s/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684954324379588354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3b-8bZBL19upb9IdW5RquagFa3TpgWwl6sfZbAHzKQRXbisQ09YUlY5PUZRMP4aA4SqhdmfYqCs1zH7EDhqrVhOk3Uonc0COFZf8wCQ7cKyrm_hAvNuhWreiXUOXy4O2sq2X7-XOG4s/s400/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951041685713010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzomkdNnEsxhL6nkvHdFlpesChuEZyGKGxchyphenhyphennapQEG4YbSsPsbTZ0OI_TTdMiT7WWorHscmOCeC82N7uaGYkYVclnOp756b6AsCRouxIgOSAwI_xSKzNwJeZz6wwsNuukVUzBOqSIkBQ/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /><br />Maya and Hammer and Uncle Bri<br /><br />You went to your first ‘museum.' While in NY, we had a playdate with Josh, Jordyn and Jared at The New Jersey Children’s Museum. Thankfully they let someone with a name other than J tag along! You had a blast crawling through the tunnel in the infants room, banging on the drum in the music room, voting and co-anchoring then afternoon newscast.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWnNrtjSXaQ6UyyUuLY_ULJ5k9q8PRKW0v0AjreI_pzONdcHDp5_Ht7Jj6vwEnudUCA79M5a3SShS4o6oHQnEFZRaSDcVdhyObCuYJn0nAopPcnZVuQZiF_mBJNbYue2ZfR4IuA0rrlE/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951522135038082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWnNrtjSXaQ6UyyUuLY_ULJ5k9q8PRKW0v0AjreI_pzONdcHDp5_Ht7Jj6vwEnudUCA79M5a3SShS4o6oHQnEFZRaSDcVdhyObCuYJn0nAopPcnZVuQZiF_mBJNbYue2ZfR4IuA0rrlE/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />fun in the tunnel<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmmmEy6eya8w4iZTx6l25VdwQVhL2uXMsrW5L9s8WImmdbq8agHmqjp2bSPstc0ItFX7yJvzram4UUoFdPu91NJn546-4IsZyNRkMu93fOt958f-CQMw7MjLFc1BlzQs3Yq5cV4WT7mM/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951515712222450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmmmEy6eya8w4iZTx6l25VdwQVhL2uXMsrW5L9s8WImmdbq8agHmqjp2bSPstc0ItFX7yJvzram4UUoFdPu91NJn546-4IsZyNRkMu93fOt958f-CQMw7MjLFc1BlzQs3Yq5cV4WT7mM/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />kisses from Jared<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1hn5Gj2hxfAWNZkLLNneXTswMLloapkQxfSALeJcAWmODdPEeyEiF6VuBxYRv1tulKFBA1aUPN-NjsAe_0ItHPGfcNyvPqTnK1Ko_IuaR-kG3a53A7xReI7iVeuvwNOY24Q8HWSiHaA/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951915517314610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1hn5Gj2hxfAWNZkLLNneXTswMLloapkQxfSALeJcAWmODdPEeyEiF6VuBxYRv1tulKFBA1aUPN-NjsAe_0ItHPGfcNyvPqTnK1Ko_IuaR-kG3a53A7xReI7iVeuvwNOY24Q8HWSiHaA/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />anchoring the news<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIATS-y0-1TAtiQSS-SS-3hGQ1WJzF_v6wPUDDL-6gjoMl1QUuaLaaBE_VjNgR2PTxarC7MQNHnhszSMJLrmCwGg1ddcSzqziHF7V_MbdMcrQp3Z3VqtRYyocVdWmM__f-vEicFKiitA/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951903843077954" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIATS-y0-1TAtiQSS-SS-3hGQ1WJzF_v6wPUDDL-6gjoMl1QUuaLaaBE_VjNgR2PTxarC7MQNHnhszSMJLrmCwGg1ddcSzqziHF7V_MbdMcrQp3Z3VqtRYyocVdWmM__f-vEicFKiitA/s400/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />learning early that every vote counts<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5whGjmlMBtw8J358rSJsgfSUmzneGymAWJajLNuMpE09_7kwMltHD77AqvQsbx-Ijzw9_Bf1eGeThUkf4ovN2DmlKD8sOcK86gPtEeUPciU_dGtGWqo2CdMfPR350kre5cYVMGeishg/s1600/IMG_1833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951901381286690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5whGjmlMBtw8J358rSJsgfSUmzneGymAWJajLNuMpE09_7kwMltHD77AqvQsbx-Ijzw9_Bf1eGeThUkf4ovN2DmlKD8sOcK86gPtEeUPciU_dGtGWqo2CdMfPR350kre5cYVMGeishg/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />drums with friends<br /><br />Your cousin Natalia turned one! We went to Tia Patty and Tio Ilan’s beautiful new home in the Bronx and celebrated your cousin’s first birthday! You got to see Abuelita & Saba, Bubbie & Grandpa, Ila & Rich and Adam & Makiko. You enjoyed the balloons and music and all of the other kids. It was a long day and you were so good. You partied so hard, you napped for over three hours in the car afterwards!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpe1j7vzGJg3jInW1RPv9kHITP5Zi3sLtm0D2ZVaQPehb_MgoCizcassngBNAVbwj6Sh0NOYRZA-CSKKS6IgNFExjJGmXvLASdX6UsFiNtrFofCtD1jZQgCLRHciwYZtnSuviaerscKOQ/s1600/IMG_1983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684951934283027298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpe1j7vzGJg3jInW1RPv9kHITP5Zi3sLtm0D2ZVaQPehb_MgoCizcassngBNAVbwj6Sh0NOYRZA-CSKKS6IgNFExjJGmXvLASdX6UsFiNtrFofCtD1jZQgCLRHciwYZtnSuviaerscKOQ/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Las Primas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxwpvuYuVMi3t6K9Bqa_9mtBexNbFp0WzhEuy56XBe1pNgurkzt3BM_i0S8X2mn3J4NWJjw9Yh6-LWk5kxNLOxjTI2XLLGF06UKQkIliQXo6pZIITerWR2WntNZ73JZj-Iz_eKU3y8Ss/s1600/Natalia%2527s+party.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxwpvuYuVMi3t6K9Bqa_9mtBexNbFp0WzhEuy56XBe1pNgurkzt3BM_i0S8X2mn3J4NWJjw9Yh6-LWk5kxNLOxjTI2XLLGF06UKQkIliQXo6pZIITerWR2WntNZ73JZj-Iz_eKU3y8Ss/s400/Natalia%2527s+party.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685329608947693890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You also went to parties for Riley's 5th birthday and Josh's 1st birthday. You always have fun, exploring new places, playing with new kids and toys. I cant believe it's been almost a whole year since you were born, my sweet girl. I hope you have a blast at the party we are putting together for you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUMi0_RtmzRYoz-B284O0ECf-vOummBlwNjdSBR-kDO9XYXDKZvOt0mNr0Vr8fTaiXPFDqlimXZfooEYGXxo243P7QiBLTzLXdfXw4zXvrBmsEnSAhA9V6Q0D-NKvq89d3y9NuOSQx30/s1600/Pajama+Party.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUMi0_RtmzRYoz-B284O0ECf-vOummBlwNjdSBR-kDO9XYXDKZvOt0mNr0Vr8fTaiXPFDqlimXZfooEYGXxo243P7QiBLTzLXdfXw4zXvrBmsEnSAhA9V6Q0D-NKvq89d3y9NuOSQx30/s400/Pajama+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685329604538487474" border="0" /></a><br />Coming down the slide at Riley's pajama party<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG4DZo2AY4dh7bdlT7VqrMJlnoWVH486NezryQ9m7JyazdTXEXX_fxzo3pAZmTaWrT54_BAtm-vh2xHFq1g2qAP5BUUzXooLdVRbFq-CRsX3lL-EhNwWzE_ulvM9ojnvf4whEIZjPlNk/s1600/Josh+party.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG4DZo2AY4dh7bdlT7VqrMJlnoWVH486NezryQ9m7JyazdTXEXX_fxzo3pAZmTaWrT54_BAtm-vh2xHFq1g2qAP5BUUzXooLdVRbFq-CRsX3lL-EhNwWzE_ulvM9ojnvf4whEIZjPlNk/s400/Josh+party.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685329601775826914" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with birthday boy Josh at his party<br /><br />You are very musical. You’ve started to ‘whistle’ and it’s so cute. You purse your lips and blow- sometimes you really do make a whistling sound! You saw Miss Dee Dee whistling one day and really picked it up! Also, you had one helluva diaper rash this month. It went away once we figured out how to treat it, but for a while I was blowing on your bottom to make sure it was dry before I put the cream or the diaper on you. I think you thought I was whistling to you, so you’ve started doing it when I change you now. You also love the instruments at music class. You like to sway in my lap as we sing and shake your egg shakers during the train song.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs2yOG2ghFArgUb11BJobZnvBs6i_ipjnPSAW4uHntnyo2PaR-pymK8WLdfgOodLpDe8nsYv7uOXIY6hYlbqwHkW2xVnyVZFQRPZu9yoChNNZgWCHnKFbDSkXAy9JQvjLjhzBb0d-T9w/s1600/music+class+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950378318439890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs2yOG2ghFArgUb11BJobZnvBs6i_ipjnPSAW4uHntnyo2PaR-pymK8WLdfgOodLpDe8nsYv7uOXIY6hYlbqwHkW2xVnyVZFQRPZu9yoChNNZgWCHnKFbDSkXAy9JQvjLjhzBb0d-T9w/s400/music+class+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />music class egg shakers<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLFOowW-ud1SP1V2b_pniXMtoz9pOEZvwgaxymueNVLeBEyK3zBY2ZJ_kfeePZLkcNhkMJHvunFHvy2IRbb5mSR-hjeIiDa5Q8pW1mMFY2UmREynwRXsDxDcmhSJx3GWHqF3pF8cEuv4/s1600/music+class+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950501512063538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLFOowW-ud1SP1V2b_pniXMtoz9pOEZvwgaxymueNVLeBEyK3zBY2ZJ_kfeePZLkcNhkMJHvunFHvy2IRbb5mSR-hjeIiDa5Q8pW1mMFY2UmREynwRXsDxDcmhSJx3GWHqF3pF8cEuv4/s400/music+class+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />music class drums<br /><br />You have made this such a funny, sweet and memorable month. Your giggles are contagious and your smile brightens up even the chilliest winter day.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqucN8u-16gmW8aZpxp_UNgtoZcH4Ywvt9ZdbGvvlsPU7lciS8Ckp-jFMJLbAtfjZw6JXvk_pK4ZGzB2tGrTrEJxxxl1sSgz-xY97ug8ou_1Z6KgkYJlz5InB3bFr9YH7Evr1N-xfxhHg/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684952406108796066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqucN8u-16gmW8aZpxp_UNgtoZcH4Ywvt9ZdbGvvlsPU7lciS8Ckp-jFMJLbAtfjZw6JXvk_pK4ZGzB2tGrTrEJxxxl1sSgz-xY97ug8ou_1Z6KgkYJlz5InB3bFr9YH7Evr1N-xfxhHg/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />funny faces in your purple fleece kittly hat<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5l1y5rEVKSUNLzUuhDEaBGc_4_ihkG9T9urn7jucdZASt2QGEmJPtC0PnONLKdHmB6U7uJ36ugF8gODyRjYtaI9VrlZkO94DjWNmE0J6VO6GTwiPG54ZxNivlW7DfOsyfJTNtnA6yYMk/s1600/IMG_1423.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950786143425506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5l1y5rEVKSUNLzUuhDEaBGc_4_ihkG9T9urn7jucdZASt2QGEmJPtC0PnONLKdHmB6U7uJ36ugF8gODyRjYtaI9VrlZkO94DjWNmE0J6VO6GTwiPG54ZxNivlW7DfOsyfJTNtnA6yYMk/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />smiles and hugs with Abuelita<br /><br />I can't believe that in just one month you will be a whole year old. My sweet, this has been an unbelievable year and I can't wait to celebrate with you and all of the people who love you!<br /><br />Love, Mommy<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGhP-v_htXod2TF20T8ak7c8SF3jzJfsZ9BWo_G8rZCec-QXLwIXPUmwVfdpFrbONclXOgnVwJ5pjt4jlFt2HeJLJQAuBjeBvZDSZsTa-OhttdsIOBS9bS7XCFL_CYoRRUb0OxMAB8WE/s1600/IMG_2281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684954341707428722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGhP-v_htXod2TF20T8ak7c8SF3jzJfsZ9BWo_G8rZCec-QXLwIXPUmwVfdpFrbONclXOgnVwJ5pjt4jlFt2HeJLJQAuBjeBvZDSZsTa-OhttdsIOBS9bS7XCFL_CYoRRUb0OxMAB8WE/s400/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7LGDuDcjNdMTE9B8VJfKZU5mQneT8QD3p59vnc_2fUda1K1G2nOQxS_dpkovhAvcIJaVcp1HUJlrNLTgGbviNNoD5HosXfqrkm_LyUerkYlp9ISlZVqhUpMOOtOOEI7kZ4eLuNnj2nQ/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684954494911611938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7LGDuDcjNdMTE9B8VJfKZU5mQneT8QD3p59vnc_2fUda1K1G2nOQxS_dpkovhAvcIJaVcp1HUJlrNLTgGbviNNoD5HosXfqrkm_LyUerkYlp9ISlZVqhUpMOOtOOEI7kZ4eLuNnj2nQ/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ1z2d7hmeU58y80dLwjsvd25OIRYUhgLNQmWGyVHqW7wElSyOflw7Qn7DCjGH2UjjZCgsXUkflWnBfOSk9LUD4nM6iLq5T9LyAHhEg3ow-U1H7E8NZq7yec4e59QsjB9M9cjipHfnhU/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684950350472865554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ1z2d7hmeU58y80dLwjsvd25OIRYUhgLNQmWGyVHqW7wElSyOflw7Qn7DCjGH2UjjZCgsXUkflWnBfOSk9LUD4nM6iLq5T9LyAHhEg3ow-U1H7E8NZq7yec4e59QsjB9M9cjipHfnhU/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-58145329287345532312011-11-11T13:07:00.033-05:002011-11-11T15:51:27.020-05:00Ten Months!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoV-IdPmwXGjzHY0g2ZasRolpFsRyE_6BmEVnq5SputzQIiOM1-o6ASYnP13AqmCqksyxEe3KzJyyLBdxTIoymrHobBnoDv8oK2ilHglD-2QrGUaQn2LZ9yEsUKtUmyBg1Gf1VtoMFEA/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoV-IdPmwXGjzHY0g2ZasRolpFsRyE_6BmEVnq5SputzQIiOM1-o6ASYnP13AqmCqksyxEe3KzJyyLBdxTIoymrHobBnoDv8oK2ilHglD-2QrGUaQn2LZ9yEsUKtUmyBg1Gf1VtoMFEA/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673812354222250546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dear Maya,<br /><br />My energizer infant, my sweet squawk box, my screeching baby pterodactyl, my beautiful girl,<br /><br />Today you are ten months old. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10! Unreal. This has been a tremendous month for you developmentally, socially, physically… everything! I look back at photos of you from just 2 or 3 months ago and I realize how much you've changed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wnlkrJfsR0F3jdMRCCuQj5mXySsyXL1owEt9if7GohTcwzoChFnXO_heMLDUiSSKxQ5hVYzVbeNcFUOdbykPNfdZ5NbW-k98xkWpaIMMtzoXhtKf4KyDJ_TRhUX-F1xiFblpwO7MgFE/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wnlkrJfsR0F3jdMRCCuQj5mXySsyXL1owEt9if7GohTcwzoChFnXO_heMLDUiSSKxQ5hVYzVbeNcFUOdbykPNfdZ5NbW-k98xkWpaIMMtzoXhtKf4KyDJ_TRhUX-F1xiFblpwO7MgFE/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673812344548731218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your hair has really grown in. And it’s getting curly! At bath time, I wash your hair and it bounces up into the cutest little ringlets in the back. You may have your daddy’s complexion, eye and hair color… but I think you have my curls. You also have a second tooth. You (understandably) were not very happy with this addition to your mouth; your poor gums ached and you spent several days working on Sophie’s ears and your blue teething ring. You seem to be much better…for now. I’m sure more chompers are on their way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVR2YYyzQ_5VY_efMMO-MZfVuC8h9hsxymEUhr2qk-wfJislomqxoTLcDBf0hj-MThfRbaI58K7jw-MHd5albz5EoQzR2u2zVmP81LNzlGUR6BDm6986QCsK_l-hyHI9qfCguXB0rx-zA/s1600/Ehrlich-714.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVR2YYyzQ_5VY_efMMO-MZfVuC8h9hsxymEUhr2qk-wfJislomqxoTLcDBf0hj-MThfRbaI58K7jw-MHd5albz5EoQzR2u2zVmP81LNzlGUR6BDm6986QCsK_l-hyHI9qfCguXB0rx-zA/s400/Ehrlich-714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834168534012210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You crawl so fast! You love moving around and exploring different rooms of the house. One of your favorite discoveries is the door stopper. You long to hear it go boooooooiiinnngggg. You’ve also found the puzzle stool that has been in your room since birth, the windowsill and the air vents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCnoPeVO0O3ZPbgHxaeSkyBpC1BVeYb5z4jq3toQ-cGyE28Kjw7UVUnd2vp-uKSP318uIDrNh7q8RlG0ma4a6M-RKp0PJnOQxcnV_LCjIA-YegTsjKNoyr5t-wYpwrV5F_meh_yWjmnE/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCnoPeVO0O3ZPbgHxaeSkyBpC1BVeYb5z4jq3toQ-cGyE28Kjw7UVUnd2vp-uKSP318uIDrNh7q8RlG0ma4a6M-RKp0PJnOQxcnV_LCjIA-YegTsjKNoyr5t-wYpwrV5F_meh_yWjmnE/s400/IMG_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810011255882274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You are fascinated by the vacuum. Whenever I vacuum the house, you love to crawl up to it. If you are sitting in your high chair or playpen, you sit and follow it all over the room with your eyes. You never sit still, even when we pick you up, you do this mid-air runningman dance. But you will sit in your playpen mesmerized by the thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaOe3TbWezXo_z91_Fl_xb4BcSCksMYVCG4Yz1jrPErUwyAbzxU3CHWtupHaB650HqdqDdXgNkwhR8hema0gACtlBKLfp-AfZwJMFhckfAm5oe3GYIzLuWgeQt6I7drWrq97XztSY240/s1600/Ehrlich-704.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaOe3TbWezXo_z91_Fl_xb4BcSCksMYVCG4Yz1jrPErUwyAbzxU3CHWtupHaB650HqdqDdXgNkwhR8hema0gACtlBKLfp-AfZwJMFhckfAm5oe3GYIzLuWgeQt6I7drWrq97XztSY240/s400/Ehrlich-704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673820259564914850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You cannot get enough of Jerry. You will be playing with a toy in one spot and then he walks into the room. Zoom! You are off crawling towards the cat. You adore him. You love to feel his soft fur and sandpaper kisses. Sometimes you try to pull his tail and sometimes you like to lay your head on his side. It’s so sweet. Even when you grab a big handful of fur and pull, he never gets angry with you.You are curious. You want to touch everything. Especially the remote, the phone and the camera. Sometimes its hard to get a picture of you because you are reaching for the lens.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEpajSPF1uETO-zj-OGNmfhdO7fgJHW5ovatRniFtDkqrwI6OdufhDsl2lQUKo2eUKc8MpKZu29hHrG8tqD-CxJgyFZYpzlnhH4LmeFaag4aKnNViIzgpviw2gP5n7Ek-iRpiLfsheHE/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEpajSPF1uETO-zj-OGNmfhdO7fgJHW5ovatRniFtDkqrwI6OdufhDsl2lQUKo2eUKc8MpKZu29hHrG8tqD-CxJgyFZYpzlnhH4LmeFaag4aKnNViIzgpviw2gP5n7Ek-iRpiLfsheHE/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673806655412254386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You are beginning to pull yourself up to stand! This began just last weekend here and there. It was a struggle at first, but you quickly got the hang of it. Now you are able to stand up in your crib and let us of know when you are done napping. You love to stand at your music table, holding on with one hand and hitting the colored shapes, flipping the pages on the book and sliding the whammy bar on the guitar with your other hand. You pull yourself up to the ottoman and slap the top of it over and over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_pLGU6neBda5rhLT0C7OHQ4wc-s5jNl1FfrrFGu8MhN4bUvcESdy6-TdexyN4zWZrBCWwc4imqgteLX5V2v_7DmPrx9YzbLzfQjEjYYm6ITPltrNgas5-WSEsII81sujnFsYaKinik/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_pLGU6neBda5rhLT0C7OHQ4wc-s5jNl1FfrrFGu8MhN4bUvcESdy6-TdexyN4zWZrBCWwc4imqgteLX5V2v_7DmPrx9YzbLzfQjEjYYm6ITPltrNgas5-WSEsII81sujnFsYaKinik/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810509481272962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At daycare, you crawl up to the cubbies and pull yourself up to get the toys off of the shelf. You see Nanda or Addison in the minnows room and stand at the gate talking to them. You like make this high pitched AAH! AAH!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7J1D092k6a0" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />Speaking of your friends, you had a very full social calendar this month! You went on a hayride with Colin, Josh and Graciela, you went to Ryan’s First Birthday(!) party in DC, Jodi came to visit, you wore your ladybug costume to the mall for an afternoon with friends, you had an early morning pajama party with Nathan, a Halloween pajama photo shoot with Josh and a playdate with Riley at her house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aVS5WgBevWZMPCXXsdRQEC1JnSoOfV6Esqe2UVij4uC80Y4QO7RFZVtnjplXPXo8p18IuLTADrXvx1vmTUGPg2VEJ3LN3_uWxK-fXZm6wHRA_u_EJAN-3oMm9pDzOcyhfX7FTzs8UdU/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aVS5WgBevWZMPCXXsdRQEC1JnSoOfV6Esqe2UVij4uC80Y4QO7RFZVtnjplXPXo8p18IuLTADrXvx1vmTUGPg2VEJ3LN3_uWxK-fXZm6wHRA_u_EJAN-3oMm9pDzOcyhfX7FTzs8UdU/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673806621135343410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6uzyW-_qkT0j3vgSl9S6fKKw6Dkt1qIIeRba1aQd0AfEWb_ov0MyCxJZYWKPSCwK1IrFGp-JlH-JR_xL8X1-fcLHcusBRK65zVa_J9-8mVEpmLfTHFTgXlK4qs04zpWKd0iFRiHcHSI/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6uzyW-_qkT0j3vgSl9S6fKKw6Dkt1qIIeRba1aQd0AfEWb_ov0MyCxJZYWKPSCwK1IrFGp-JlH-JR_xL8X1-fcLHcusBRK65zVa_J9-8mVEpmLfTHFTgXlK4qs04zpWKd0iFRiHcHSI/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808349745879250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MgKoGAb3_K7_Dsqw6Cz6WgexGTd1BHIYmFB0uNUNZ6nuSJNJw4AnicNA79K0HNcpjwT9eC-rMG73_OmDtn8eq5Lc6WtmZ8AeaYzx0MsWvak5ehpAGKspZbVb3KJqNjg9AOCRN9ewP8w/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MgKoGAb3_K7_Dsqw6Cz6WgexGTd1BHIYmFB0uNUNZ6nuSJNJw4AnicNA79K0HNcpjwT9eC-rMG73_OmDtn8eq5Lc6WtmZ8AeaYzx0MsWvak5ehpAGKspZbVb3KJqNjg9AOCRN9ewP8w/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808356393274818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Every day, Daddy and I pick you up from daycare and go home. While he makes dinner, you and I play in the bedroom with Jerry and watch The Goodnight Show on Sprout. We sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ with Nina and the ‘Happy Happy Birthday’ song with Chica. Then it’s time for dinner and your bath. Your love bath time and so do I. I actually look forward to this time with you all day. You could sit and play with your rinse cup and toys forever; and I could sit there and watch you the whole time. I used to have to hand you toys, but now you reach for your blue whale or yellow puffer fish. You even pick up your wash cloth from the bottom of the tub.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2Whzg2qq27TPDmIsXGNcmQFC0189vNF4gjnwUnng7l1ECDMG1UKAbqLnyLh4lGVzdj0EVVJJcHrpeqV91BZ6zq-Z5udxOP63V3okxaG4XXEszY3gsQz4pJW7-VsUWdozLBpcl0XGHxQ/s1600/IMG_0575.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2Whzg2qq27TPDmIsXGNcmQFC0189vNF4gjnwUnng7l1ECDMG1UKAbqLnyLh4lGVzdj0EVVJJcHrpeqV91BZ6zq-Z5udxOP63V3okxaG4XXEszY3gsQz4pJW7-VsUWdozLBpcl0XGHxQ/s400/IMG_0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673806633460390786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You have so much energy.. until you don’t. You play and crawl and laugh and go-go-go until you poop out. You get this look on your face and it’s time for a nap. Most of the time we can put you into your crib and you roll onto your tummy and go right to sleep (I said you were pooped) but other times you will play in your crib for 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes amused by the monkeys on your wall, the shadows the curtains make on the floor, the bars on the crib, anything and everything. Eventually you plop down and face plant into the mattress.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXz9z08iQMXGEECSad41SpEUTJqwjbjKWc4W5ztq4EDCFIK0BF6niaU6p52iGhiD9k-nOSni3wOAWdEOuh1C0EoDXjmAT7Em2OWWlgcLoOea5lfm3Xtw3NUW5_tk08SioObKeh55fMl70/s1600/Ehrlich-742.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXz9z08iQMXGEECSad41SpEUTJqwjbjKWc4W5ztq4EDCFIK0BF6niaU6p52iGhiD9k-nOSni3wOAWdEOuh1C0EoDXjmAT7Em2OWWlgcLoOea5lfm3Xtw3NUW5_tk08SioObKeh55fMl70/s400/Ehrlich-742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834160925311730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73uFWgKmZYj_zI8t4SlTF9rwqlMG1j6ZBq58csxgDaaxqDPAwFbQDh7CcPFOppj1Cxs1TXb7ZutCqnmdg818BEPKjsLktBX3klLTW9v4K85OsaVWyQ807suHtraYxc5HJ99NUHIJjGRM/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73uFWgKmZYj_zI8t4SlTF9rwqlMG1j6ZBq58csxgDaaxqDPAwFbQDh7CcPFOppj1Cxs1TXb7ZutCqnmdg818BEPKjsLktBX3klLTW9v4K85OsaVWyQ807suHtraYxc5HJ99NUHIJjGRM/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810039949676418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This month you had a visit from Bubbie and Grandpa. We had so much fun! We went pumpkin picking and to a fall festival. Boy did you love the animals!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjXxn2F07_FcEPgZiuYhJ0pgV5_c2TxoCtkTF4puxr0c81gAjol5CQ1_2R3OKCPENKXr1kZ2jKAY8aLy7wQRCwUvEdY1SiTlD3JTVH57S79Y_kXIJTeavuySy4SfnDwOy-TRh7gX8xr4/s1600/Pumpkin+Family+Pic+9+Months.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjXxn2F07_FcEPgZiuYhJ0pgV5_c2TxoCtkTF4puxr0c81gAjol5CQ1_2R3OKCPENKXr1kZ2jKAY8aLy7wQRCwUvEdY1SiTlD3JTVH57S79Y_kXIJTeavuySy4SfnDwOy-TRh7gX8xr4/s400/Pumpkin+Family+Pic+9+Months.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834152640535650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiO26lMd1pX5tNUSaQ1p-d537UET1uIXZPeC_dL3HUC47nZ7UoazTWXt-l3nE7OF3Knv-eJHd1qUj_rJZA5pvN3Wi1NOG0aBOGDE-BiOhvR9CbHHuT6QdVACdXPBpPXEhX8RVLEawm1A/s1600/IMG_0217-1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiO26lMd1pX5tNUSaQ1p-d537UET1uIXZPeC_dL3HUC47nZ7UoazTWXt-l3nE7OF3Knv-eJHd1qUj_rJZA5pvN3Wi1NOG0aBOGDE-BiOhvR9CbHHuT6QdVACdXPBpPXEhX8RVLEawm1A/s400/IMG_0217-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834190319731586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhggD83Cjq3nMwKTx67GAx_kMprLlg1ZOwbx2ik2_bDIY3ZcdLN1S3zQ9Vn9ttTgCzdKD6eZyin9NlpTp7zEiAh0C7qL8nFbrDAZiTDbg4_LX9ZMQKKs2VCFUvVUJ6BiKEqrMto6z2vmY/s1600/IMG_0365b.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhggD83Cjq3nMwKTx67GAx_kMprLlg1ZOwbx2ik2_bDIY3ZcdLN1S3zQ9Vn9ttTgCzdKD6eZyin9NlpTp7zEiAh0C7qL8nFbrDAZiTDbg4_LX9ZMQKKs2VCFUvVUJ6BiKEqrMto6z2vmY/s400/IMG_0365b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673805867663355954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYobS3Hc_E6LfRUanJO1YdPYdztLeJeE1LUeQTxLBjalRSxfCe3e7WXyrUC1vwxmQ0Jp71d5yEwuNwaY29mTK_NfCMZ45SG_ZDOca0gYAhHwDMB3sOAIUQS9EmbhV1f3CuS_Jy8I_2rQ/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYobS3Hc_E6LfRUanJO1YdPYdztLeJeE1LUeQTxLBjalRSxfCe3e7WXyrUC1vwxmQ0Jp71d5yEwuNwaY29mTK_NfCMZ45SG_ZDOca0gYAhHwDMB3sOAIUQS9EmbhV1f3CuS_Jy8I_2rQ/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673805865265166354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also, Bubbie and Grandpa got your first pair of shoes! OK, they are really still just baby shoes, more like slippers than real shoes but you look like such a big girl!You like to pull them off as well as your socks, I hope we can keep your little feet warm this winter!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqotrWGV4hqdT4dNwPrWQF3uojUCjUeDLTpFFh8B3jnIksLM8sp4D46tVLym37QevS_Ii_TlovQuKD41lGnyu4YZzckY3wAlQd7OdOG7X-GWBj0_qZ7KAd7f9txE23punHZYmwltp7lSk/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqotrWGV4hqdT4dNwPrWQF3uojUCjUeDLTpFFh8B3jnIksLM8sp4D46tVLym37QevS_Ii_TlovQuKD41lGnyu4YZzckY3wAlQd7OdOG7X-GWBj0_qZ7KAd7f9txE23punHZYmwltp7lSk/s400/IMG_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673806650041201682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your first Halloween was quite a celebration. First we got into the spirit of the season by going to a Fall Festival with pumpkin picking and a hayride. Then on Friday, you were in a parade and attended a party at your daycare. On Sunday we went to the neighborhood block party as well as the mall for trick or treating around the stores where you got your first piece of Halloween candy (Godiva of course)! Finally on Monday (which was actually Halloween) you joined a couple of the neighborhood kids and went door to door.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXT0KTB4dPH3FrIWRy10WBnVhBajvUqDnoluuLq-VlKNoeliwrwKKj2-C1A9PwqckeUgdarLs4tTZU9kNph15CQkvKVZr-F-puXr1rO-JHBeeYyMz28biY2yaclaCNTzzbZmxOvQvaBos/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXT0KTB4dPH3FrIWRy10WBnVhBajvUqDnoluuLq-VlKNoeliwrwKKj2-C1A9PwqckeUgdarLs4tTZU9kNph15CQkvKVZr-F-puXr1rO-JHBeeYyMz28biY2yaclaCNTzzbZmxOvQvaBos/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673805874215703666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxFcR0-PcRttqvsrPl1ZZoFUNZAiOLC8zldQxw6Mlcdf0CXbBBLaerRLrCqHgjp2gl9FFUjGWHNnscck_WvzXiN2OSBenj_dbsYzZ1DESb1oObVcESXfBvbSRUQklhkDz3ZeuLeyR2fg/s1600/IMG_1268.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxFcR0-PcRttqvsrPl1ZZoFUNZAiOLC8zldQxw6Mlcdf0CXbBBLaerRLrCqHgjp2gl9FFUjGWHNnscck_WvzXiN2OSBenj_dbsYzZ1DESb1oObVcESXfBvbSRUQklhkDz3ZeuLeyR2fg/s400/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810037487592898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVrWuR0Vb1Iv8u_HLLlaoM19702I-1_5A6g43m6KmSkP55n69q0T1VXvj1iKUD8rbi0onHZGKOtzpAcWEVrZsg6PbdUxJDSFiRxYMcju0nRcCt_TeLu-MqhZdInzEqg5uRYIwq8drPR0/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVrWuR0Vb1Iv8u_HLLlaoM19702I-1_5A6g43m6KmSkP55n69q0T1VXvj1iKUD8rbi0onHZGKOtzpAcWEVrZsg6PbdUxJDSFiRxYMcju0nRcCt_TeLu-MqhZdInzEqg5uRYIwq8drPR0/s400/IMG_1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810014167262914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB3lUbqkmRXH55_9zMua0rj0BxnOPQQUgtUti1AIoJ4TAUThrH9Qr_ytFuB5KgxQuDr798Tv9A4Zghabuc9T6y8Yt3PsUdz2d0S8IM5Tr4LCmB8o2COFcgLAcbnFTCWSGyzXRhYgviDE/s1600/IMG_0862.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB3lUbqkmRXH55_9zMua0rj0BxnOPQQUgtUti1AIoJ4TAUThrH9Qr_ytFuB5KgxQuDr798Tv9A4Zghabuc9T6y8Yt3PsUdz2d0S8IM5Tr4LCmB8o2COFcgLAcbnFTCWSGyzXRhYgviDE/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808379782795474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You are a ham. A jokester. A ball of giggles. You love to play. You will initiate peekaboo by pulling a blanket up over your face. We say "Where's Maya?" Then you pulls it down and smile that gummy sweet grin as we yell "There she is!" This goes on and on, you never get tired of it. Similarly, you also love it when I hide around a corner or behind a door. I peek out and say “Hi!!!!” and you laugh and laugh. We do this in the bathtub, in the hallway, in the car…. You love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgheUATsnoqIiG9z08Vcb9u7R4nZ90l9LiqNg81V38e7tqI4N_oHvFqrtvh0B6p34tuKBNuhHCVQgnTG9Jzi7GJnGjHne_l9Z71W4bPACLnH8IX7PT6x4Wa698xInWM2wBKSin4sii4z9g/s1600/IMG_1352.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgheUATsnoqIiG9z08Vcb9u7R4nZ90l9LiqNg81V38e7tqI4N_oHvFqrtvh0B6p34tuKBNuhHCVQgnTG9Jzi7GJnGjHne_l9Z71W4bPACLnH8IX7PT6x4Wa698xInWM2wBKSin4sii4z9g/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673812362737162610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You say ma ma ma and da da da – I know you are just parroting what you hear but I love to hear you say it. My heart actually swells up when I hear you babble softly to yourself, ma ma ma as you play or when you see me. You have this soft, gravelly voice. I look forward to hearing what you say next. You eat black beans and raspberries now (but not together), you like tofu but not beef and you love quinoa. You are able to give yourself a bottle (when we aren’t looking- otherwise you pretend you cant so we will do it for you) and you are using your sippy cup very well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfd71ZQaOxxXvDahyKmD-H-k4-HvhgJSkNOSl0u1ccyuEfiHdbZoHh0Zx02eWildHnkMZTSHCyZu6_unUuCwJW0fMc1a8NFHNJGuQxakCulj_DJsX320Q6Z7W4GrEn_sPFbJm1tIy8UGE/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfd71ZQaOxxXvDahyKmD-H-k4-HvhgJSkNOSl0u1ccyuEfiHdbZoHh0Zx02eWildHnkMZTSHCyZu6_unUuCwJW0fMc1a8NFHNJGuQxakCulj_DJsX320Q6Z7W4GrEn_sPFbJm1tIy8UGE/s400/IMG_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673810051651824098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I recently read that “If you take a toy away from her, your increasingly assertive baby is likely to object.” Oh. Hells. Yes. This is you. You hate giving up an instrument at the end of a song in music class. That said, you continue to love music class. You love banging the drums and crawling to the middle of the circle grinning ear to ear while kicking /stomping your feet. You shake the eggs and maracas, you follow the scarves as we wave them all around. I am definitely going to enroll you in this class again over the winter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSyA1hBXX7gBnu3QGZS8kAgSqkLI45WsuR-pd7Ch8F2kLTF5B0rya6zM3U3bdTJajjwszDAscEwhudNBjquI_3E3wIxScI4DtDt2tJDCiA4wlv_L3AxUE39sk3AzwALZ0G9MHEH1wP14/s1600/Maya+music+sticks.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSyA1hBXX7gBnu3QGZS8kAgSqkLI45WsuR-pd7Ch8F2kLTF5B0rya6zM3U3bdTJajjwszDAscEwhudNBjquI_3E3wIxScI4DtDt2tJDCiA4wlv_L3AxUE39sk3AzwALZ0G9MHEH1wP14/s400/Maya+music+sticks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673839048297529042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O_yO-LRmIF2zU_5sQ0vjNAm1rZC2bob-nYC8jldklSDL69QsA5jCTPMSiHUMGtx56l1Mr3HdWcLN729dHkCoWYPTbM7GfbLtR6rUm6q8WaVcWWj8g7S_CRaXg77uw0hQQp8uilk2UA4/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5O_yO-LRmIF2zU_5sQ0vjNAm1rZC2bob-nYC8jldklSDL69QsA5jCTPMSiHUMGtx56l1Mr3HdWcLN729dHkCoWYPTbM7GfbLtR6rUm6q8WaVcWWj8g7S_CRaXg77uw0hQQp8uilk2UA4/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834179209110690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sweet, you surprise me in the best ways. The other morning, you and I were cuddling in bed watching Sesame Street. Elmo came on and you laughed, dropping your pacifier. It rolled away a bit from where we were snuggled and you reached for it, picked it up, turned it over and placed it back into your mouth before laying back onto the pillow. There I lay, watching you. When did you learn to do that? It’s these everyday little moments that totally amaze me. A few weeks later you were at a party and there were some stacking cups on the floor. You crawled up to some and put a small one inside a bigger one! Again- when did you learn how to do this? I remember when we first started at daycare, all of the older babies in the room seemed so grown up. Now YOU are the oldest baby in the room. In a few weeks, you will begin to transition from the infant Guppy room to the Tadpoles room with the rest of the mobile babies. You and Addison will join your old friends Elliott, LuLu and Emily. And of course Riley!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2h0Fb62LQgleIBaxe4JOJWmEeRsLX1Gu4YV0eGpBNMoy83rgkphjOUPTr05pMp3iI_6KkiW901c0HdY8oCJnybZlcCWWh3s1I5yUfOhP7eucrT85rbmeyk-AN_LSfKjCBl93CM7y7bY/s1600/Ehrlich-754.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2h0Fb62LQgleIBaxe4JOJWmEeRsLX1Gu4YV0eGpBNMoy83rgkphjOUPTr05pMp3iI_6KkiW901c0HdY8oCJnybZlcCWWh3s1I5yUfOhP7eucrT85rbmeyk-AN_LSfKjCBl93CM7y7bY/s400/Ehrlich-754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673820271590592482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have always loved the fall- but I have especially enjoyed it this year because of you. Watching you play and examine a crimson leaf, hearing the crunch as it crumbles in your hands… now more than ever, you bring wonder and joy to my life. Thank you for your smile and your laughter. You are so good natured and I love you more and more each day.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Mommy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96X0n5dMMf-hVJkVM7AhsgPVEQN89Ih7dU9geIOUEZWCxmRyScKV2B_TuFNH9LDqtyGNx8GryCV1OWA1Vnljkg1qxjI0SrRwszFer9yId6ztZ0yizzzCa_hqz4Mm0QLEEw-kMpBl7Z4E/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96X0n5dMMf-hVJkVM7AhsgPVEQN89Ih7dU9geIOUEZWCxmRyScKV2B_TuFNH9LDqtyGNx8GryCV1OWA1Vnljkg1qxjI0SrRwszFer9yId6ztZ0yizzzCa_hqz4Mm0QLEEw-kMpBl7Z4E/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673812335313949330" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-64787892105784958682011-10-11T07:00:00.000-04:002011-10-11T07:00:08.713-04:00Nine Months!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvLBRlc5vawlHPeAhTpPai262uw_Yth_xxI6-IStPdWvPdb7iLpOPBmYj2mE3IbGElp_G9br0W1rigLVVwbjvLmu36UQ6D0Jic8qHSVV_Ysol9lsh1OOxSMyJeExdUcTLJVkkd3r_sbik/s1600/9+month+pic5.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661912698873172130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvLBRlc5vawlHPeAhTpPai262uw_Yth_xxI6-IStPdWvPdb7iLpOPBmYj2mE3IbGElp_G9br0W1rigLVVwbjvLmu36UQ6D0Jic8qHSVV_Ysol9lsh1OOxSMyJeExdUcTLJVkkd3r_sbik/s400/9+month+pic5.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 286px; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Dear Maya,<br />
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Mayita, My sweet girl, MayaMayaMaya!<br />
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Every month I say the same thing to daddy; this has been my very favorite month. You are so much fun! Thanks to your checkup yesterday, I can report that you are 28 inches long and weigh 22 lbs, 5 oz. And for anyone that cares, your head circumference is 17.5 inches. You, my sweet, are what they call thriving.<br />
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As always I begin with your big news, and have lots! You have a tooth! Your bottom front tooth started to come in a few weeks ago. For the first few days, you were such a great sport and you hardly even noticed. Frankly, neither did we! We only learned about your little pearly white poking through because your teacher commented about it! (Awesome parenting, I know.) But a few days in, you were not nearly as excited about this tooth situation as we were. Your poor gums hurt and nothing seemed to make you happy. But now you are back to your normal smiley self. Overall you’ve handed teething very well, you rarely fuss. However, as a result, everything goes into your mouth. Everything. From the rinse cup in the bath to your blankets and even the edge of your high chair tray- all of them have become teething rings (which, oddly enough you could not care less about).<br />
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chowing down on the rinse cup in the bath<br />
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You are more agile. You reach for all kinds of things now. You've also figured out how to roll onto your tummy and push up into a sitting position. The other day, I came into your room after a nap and you were sitting in your crib. Just sitting there, chillin all by yourself. You were so proud… like, “Ta Da!” Now you often greet daddy in the morning by sitting in your crib and grinning as if to say, “Where have you been? There is fun to be had!”<br />
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good morning!<br />
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You are on the move! You still army crawl a bit, but you can really crawl now! You seem to enjoy getting around. You see a toy on the other side of the room and you are off crawling towards it. We’ve put up a baby gate across the steps to the basement and covered all of our outlets. Im sure you will soon let us know the next thing we need to baby proof around the house.<br />
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9 months and crawling!!<br />
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You are really interacting with your toys. You like to spin and open and close things. You like to make things light up and make noise. Its like a switch has been flipped in your brain and suddenly you are able to make all these new connections. You hit a toy to make a sound. You press a button to make something spin. You close a door to make something disappear. Instead of passively playing peek-a-boo you put the blanket up on my face and play it with me. How fun!<br />
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You are also beginning to use exaggerated hand and arm gestures to communicate. When I unbuckle your car seat, you stretch out your arms as if you say “pick me up!” When you’ve had enough to eat, you put your hands in front of your mouth. In school, when they sing ‘Ba Ba Black Sheep’, you go baaaaaaa.<br />
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The other evening, I sat and watched you play in the bath. You were squeezing your pink rubber duckie just at the water line and cracking up at the bubbles it was making. You couldn’t get enough! This went on for a good five minutes….babbling to the duck, making it squeak and blow bubbles. You didn’t even notice that I was there with you. I so enjoy watching you discover and learn about the world around you. I also really enjoy styling your (little bit of) hair in the tub. We make mohawks and comb-overs. I cant get a bow in your hair yet, so I'm making the most of bathtime beauty salon.<br />
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bath fun hair<br />
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We’ve started going to music class on Sundays at the JCC and you absolutely love it! You get to see your friends Josh and Emily, and you seem to be making new friends too! You enjoy the singing and clapping and swaying and dancing- but you love to watch the teacher play guitar. You are captivated. You got to strum it yourself after class the other day. You also like shaking your ‘egg’ during the Choo Choo song and when I play the finger cymbals during our jam session.<br />
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Boy do you have an opinion! You can get upset when it’s time to put away a toy or if you cannot have something anymore. You get especially annoyed when a song is over in music class and we have to give back the instrument you were just enjoying so much. Also, for the first time this month, you <strike>cried a bit</strike> broke down into hysterics when we dropped you off at daycare. It doesn’t happen every day and it never lasts long- but it’s hard to leave you like that, my sweet girl. <br />
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You are becoming more independent. You are a very social girl, but sometimes you like to play quietly on your own. We put you in the pack and play with some toys, and you are happy to entertain yourself for a while. This is nice because mommy and daddy can get some work done around the house- like blogging or cooking dinner. You also like giving yourself your bottle (when its not very full). So grown up looking!<br />
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hangin in the pack and play<br />
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big girl bottle<br />
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You love TV remotes and cell phones, but you are no fool! A phone that is not on, or a remote without a battery will not light up and simply will not do. Only the real deal is acceptable to you, my sweet.<br />
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This was your first Rosh Hashana. You went to Saba and Abuelita’s house for dinner and we celebrated together with Natalia, Tia Paty and Tio Ilan. The last time we were all gathered for this holiday, Tia Paty and I were pregnant! We looked at the photo we took together a year ago and at our beautiful babies. We laughed at how Tio Ilan was even wearing the same shirt! It was a really nice family evening. <br />
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Saba and Abuelita love<br />
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You were fighting a sniffle but you played so nicely with Natalia. You two looked so cute in your matching outfits! We tried to do a photo shoot, but with two curious and mobile babies it’s not so easy! You had all these toys to play with, yet both of you really enjoyed empty seltzer bottle more than anything else. I guess it’s the simple things, huh?<br />
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Natalia & Maya Matchy Matchy<br />
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You went to Temple on Long Island and got to meet the Rabbi. You looked so pretty in your dress! You behaved very well the whole time. Later that day, we we went to the park and saw ducks and turtles and dogs. You got so excited when you saw other kids running by- I bet you cant wait to run as well!<br />
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Bubbie had a party for you, and you met lots of her friends and some family too. It was a great day; you smiled and went from person to person so sweetly. You had so much fun playing with the balloons. By the end you were pooped! After a long nap, you had a blast opening presents.<br />
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where's Maya?<br />
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You absolutely love being outdoors. Whether it’s going for walks in your stroller or splashing in the pool you love looking around at everything surrounding you. You like the chirping of the birds, breeze on your face and the crunch of the fall leaves under my feet. I bet daddy cant wait to take you hiking next year. One thing is for sure, you simply cannot get enough of the swings!<br />
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Maya loves swings with Bubbie<br />
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Maya loves swings with Abuelita<br />
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yay for the swings!<br />
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You are eating so many new foods! You eat pasta and yogurt and chicken and egg (yolk) and cheese now. You also like beets and melon and green beans and fennel and cauliflower too.<br />
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what should she eat first, the chicken or the egg?<br />
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sharing kiwi and mango with grandpa<br />
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You give the sweetest kisses! One day we will have to teach you that you should really close your mouth, but for now I cannot get enough of your silly, wet, sweet big ol kisses.<br />
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kisses for mommy. heaven.<br />
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You helped daddy celebrate his birthday this month. I think this was his favorite birthday ever, can you guess why? Because you were here to celebrate with him!<br />
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opening daddy's birthday cards<br />
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playing with toys and daddy<br />
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Mommy and Daddy celebrated their 4th wedding anniversary this month. We had dinner and talked about what an amazing year it has been; we reminisced about becoming a family and all the amazing little moments between our last anniversary and this one. A few days later you helped daddy open his birthday cards and we again thought about how lucky we have been this year. My love, thank you for making it so special. I love you!<br />
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Love,
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Mommy<br />
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9 months!Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0Bethesda, MD, USA38.984652 -77.094709238.935280999999996 -77.1736732 39.034023 -77.0157452tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-74311290205440149712011-09-20T19:40:00.041-04:002011-09-26T12:20:24.863-04:00Eight Months!(I'm late, I know. Apologies for the late post)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-MdN1M9hxAq1l2BE7fHHctdN3cexd4T2jFpnSAzMAwCOmWwdW1CF8NHBjEZxluaPKG7Q1EQUZmY6MyN2crBi5Wd0IFNX8fNFZRvgxVZfp5srwtraLT62YFKV2DlM78Ybn3BZdxjXHGw/s1600/8+months+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654987595767672674" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-MdN1M9hxAq1l2BE7fHHctdN3cexd4T2jFpnSAzMAwCOmWwdW1CF8NHBjEZxluaPKG7Q1EQUZmY6MyN2crBi5Wd0IFNX8fNFZRvgxVZfp5srwtraLT62YFKV2DlM78Ybn3BZdxjXHGw/s400/8+months+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Maya<br /><br />Little Hazelnut, Smiley Giggle Girl, Daddy’s Doozer<br /><br />This has been another amazing month for you. Long gone is my sweet little newborn; these last several weeks have been about gaining independence, mobility and showing your ever-developing personality.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmqXj_qqAvsN8GFpMTksOq4cwrYjY1iK01zByIxElSNnc8ipezMDxCpbfLcYAKHR3eBu8hf4ZXDbPvtbdfFBC_-1zyjb7o8bxMlLRc_38reF-dqfbpAdHhBJ_ABIVXSlOINrn0gtgwus/s1600/8+months+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654987593047011618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmqXj_qqAvsN8GFpMTksOq4cwrYjY1iK01zByIxElSNnc8ipezMDxCpbfLcYAKHR3eBu8hf4ZXDbPvtbdfFBC_-1zyjb7o8bxMlLRc_38reF-dqfbpAdHhBJ_ABIVXSlOINrn0gtgwus/s400/8+months+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So for the big news…. this month you have started to feed yourself! You love grabbing cheerios, puffs and pieces of banana when you can hold onto one of those slippery little pieces I cut up for you. At daycare you’ve started using a sippy cup for water (you drink water now too!), but from what I understand it’s more for playing than drinking right now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4CDAhihbbKWfKEbrVDjoIZbzwDQeI-lqJGL4b2SuGM58sygFnP_lAlNe8e7p-9mJ-KrjbHejTfrNBy2-qtQWgSc3kdrn5bvhgMCdXRyoKv6dVX68ZlxQXonYRKc-xv5b-LcsKYP1OlE/s1600/bananas+and+squash.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655214579037245730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4CDAhihbbKWfKEbrVDjoIZbzwDQeI-lqJGL4b2SuGM58sygFnP_lAlNe8e7p-9mJ-KrjbHejTfrNBy2-qtQWgSc3kdrn5bvhgMCdXRyoKv6dVX68ZlxQXonYRKc-xv5b-LcsKYP1OlE/s400/bananas+and+squash.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Maya goes 'bananas' over finger foods<br /><br />You are so much fun to play with. You love to play ‘Where’s Maya’. We put a blanket over your face and go “Wheeeeere’s Maya?” You love pulling the blanket off your face and hearing us say “There she is!” You also love pulling the blanket off my face when we play ‘Where is mommy?’ It’s so much fun to see your big toothless grin when you uncover my face. You also know when I am trying to snap a picture; you humor your camera –wielding mommy so well. You see it and a smile lights up your face. That smile kills me. You are such a happy girl.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyZT6nfzwKQnGTf3OW7JBk0lheK8TF2KDS-oF8kczuVpdPVqU1Qo90hSwIObzu3yXjgXK5R3Qd0A8xR_Mr-AKcrMVk5QlFfFhOe107weWk94YrPoR1ZT8XFWVwPbUHdA4Fburj7UE4jU/s1600/IMG_8614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656699100956174066" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyZT6nfzwKQnGTf3OW7JBk0lheK8TF2KDS-oF8kczuVpdPVqU1Qo90hSwIObzu3yXjgXK5R3Qd0A8xR_Mr-AKcrMVk5QlFfFhOe107weWk94YrPoR1ZT8XFWVwPbUHdA4Fburj7UE4jU/s400/IMG_8614.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />mommy's sailor<br /><br />You are feisty. Most of the time you can sit and play on your own, but recently if Daddy or I put you down and walk out of your sight for a minute you lose your mind. Seriously, you do not like this one bit. Kicking. Screaming. Crying. “Where did you goooooooo” Sometimes you cry so hard you forget to breathe. Sweetie I’m only around the corner, I need to answer the phone. I hope this phase ends soon. Speaking of phones, you adore phones. I don’t know if it’s the lights or that I pay so much attention to it, but you always want to open my cell phone and play with the buttons. You want to eat the home phone and hear the sounds it makes when you press a number. You will not fall for a phone without a battery- it doesn’t light up or make noises. You want the real deal. You also love the computer. You love tap tap tapping on the keys and moving the mouse around.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa9X6TgrqYCPMv5R1Fx4k5lEydiY_JYbLxr_EkPs41gdjM7PXO_Z_7cnaeE9a6QRIcMYngwGZG5N7uoBEGia0Gnfj4bfdWIgX6ytOtbiJ14zNYELUFIt9n9boD-5LJibVmXa9LYHEgrI/s1600/laptop+baby.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654987006093014770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa9X6TgrqYCPMv5R1Fx4k5lEydiY_JYbLxr_EkPs41gdjM7PXO_Z_7cnaeE9a6QRIcMYngwGZG5N7uoBEGia0Gnfj4bfdWIgX6ytOtbiJ14zNYELUFIt9n9boD-5LJibVmXa9LYHEgrI/s400/laptop+baby.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Daddy and I always look forward to picking you up from daycare. It is one of the best parts of our day. We walk in together and while you are usually happy to see me, you are thrilled to see daddy. You go nuts. Seriously. Teachers from other classrooms actually sneak a peek of your reaction to your first glimpse of daddy. It’s adorable. You smile and do your happy dance and can’t stay still you are so excited. Daddy loves to lift you up from wherever you are playing and give you a big hug and kiss. You giggle and dive into his pocket to see what toy he has for you. You pull out whatever it is (this week, the blue rubber fish) and go to town on it, chomping away.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8C1SAPQjnvBlRa8L9o9zVDw9lUThTeNBRol1hvHqoAyL6LYTaB-z4fH2SQ81LloLuhCYIjz1HatWrM9iUIRoq5AZPF3ecno8uggRNe0KOj1B_Bggd3Eow1kd1luoe7jebPsOSGo2PJ8/s1600/sassy+maya+lemonface.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979083695893058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8C1SAPQjnvBlRa8L9o9zVDw9lUThTeNBRol1hvHqoAyL6LYTaB-z4fH2SQ81LloLuhCYIjz1HatWrM9iUIRoq5AZPF3ecno8uggRNe0KOj1B_Bggd3Eow1kd1luoe7jebPsOSGo2PJ8/s400/sassy+maya+lemonface.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />such a ham<br /><br />We had a special Hebrew Naming party at our house for you this month. Friends and family came in from near and far to see you. It was a very meaningful and special day. Even though you were fighting a cold, you were such a good girl. You went from person to person without crying, you played with your friends, you smiled for pictures, you napped. You were so pretty.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcwZU04ZElUFSf5O_2BSdKxNu9RyXYeH4D4tLB5ejTL4Q6tluFvum_FrppKJMXGKpk5d5DzyQmQ0SWdK4rIvF3OgleGu8u1VM05nleC5fPGJaNkrvqrh2uM4nX4RGGmOTXZVtvt1oY3o/s1600/IMG_8623.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656664234455307314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcwZU04ZElUFSf5O_2BSdKxNu9RyXYeH4D4tLB5ejTL4Q6tluFvum_FrppKJMXGKpk5d5DzyQmQ0SWdK4rIvF3OgleGu8u1VM05nleC5fPGJaNkrvqrh2uM4nX4RGGmOTXZVtvt1oY3o/s400/IMG_8623.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />dressed up for your party<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyTocPvJxD7sJP1jmsI4ZcLT4ScQVdtPGiKrpyt8t-o9Y4lbsVm157IwFyXacPG1ebrpoWbo0RHuVxpGNhBL8rzm0Kn_WHunN-Qw_SpgoLZGcPcK1REaBXhxp7Lzlvj-oOzgm9TWczS4/s1600/IMG_8636.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656699421629881218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyTocPvJxD7sJP1jmsI4ZcLT4ScQVdtPGiKrpyt8t-o9Y4lbsVm157IwFyXacPG1ebrpoWbo0RHuVxpGNhBL8rzm0Kn_WHunN-Qw_SpgoLZGcPcK1REaBXhxp7Lzlvj-oOzgm9TWczS4/s400/IMG_8636.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />shabbat dinner with the family the night before<br /><br />You babble lots more now. In your car seat. In your crib. Playing with toys. Mostly da da da but every now and then you mix things up with an ayeeeeeeee and if I am really lucky I hear a single…. Ma! You love to pull hair. Luckily your mommy has lots of hair for you to pull. It used to be longer, I know, but mommy needed a change so 6-inches later there is a little less to hold onto. You don’t seem to notice.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjh89XLluPnHwR8KU01UMYOFhT_89iZGX4LnnROZpzz0w2CBIKUbXCRq1k7Oe4u7Abcqq-Hhnl_Q4ve8iB-XrB1HebZNJQgZc_CdLBE-3OKJyuWKH3sxurglfkzslZaUOeLHEnjf6alE/s1600/Maya+checks+out+her+toys.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979086343138114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjh89XLluPnHwR8KU01UMYOFhT_89iZGX4LnnROZpzz0w2CBIKUbXCRq1k7Oe4u7Abcqq-Hhnl_Q4ve8iB-XrB1HebZNJQgZc_CdLBE-3OKJyuWKH3sxurglfkzslZaUOeLHEnjf6alE/s400/Maya+checks+out+her+toys.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You are on the move! Until a few days ago, I could plop you down and know that you would eventually roll to where you wanted, but it would take a while. For the longest time I could tell you wanted to crawl so badly. You struggled to reach objects just out of your grasp. You would slowly roll and slide and shimmy your way around the floor. But starting just a few days ago, you’ve stated to do this military crawl on your tummy. You use your elbows and legs to propel yourself further. You make your way across the living room so quickly now! You especially like to make your way over to your toy box, tip it over and stick your head inside to see what you can play with. You also like to stand while holding onto something like the ottoman or the couch. You can’t do this by yourself yet, but it’s clear you are developing a much better sense of balance and strength.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1YAQIUlxnB4" frameborder="0" width="560" height="315" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />You love kisses and tickles. You giggle and smile and squeal with delight. You’ve started to cackle sometimes- maybe it will come in handy this Halloween. I think you are trying to imitate kisses by opening your mouth wide and laying it on my face. Yesterday you even tried blowing a raspberry on my cheek which resulted in hysterics from both of us.<br /><br />You love the water...whether its the pool or your bath you seem to always have fun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA86vmrp02toUrkaYhGrEBECBSUOIU4J94HUTcXdvHp1_XX2jZkEkmjtMhn9bmK09huqQCsXweG9YEjmBLwcxxWvu8PRZqW-Tv2M5kCYH_2IwhyIu0l3vxquxUhk-OZghvHI0AaIypBj8/s1600/mommy+and+maya+in+the+pool.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979074477086546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA86vmrp02toUrkaYhGrEBECBSUOIU4J94HUTcXdvHp1_XX2jZkEkmjtMhn9bmK09huqQCsXweG9YEjmBLwcxxWvu8PRZqW-Tv2M5kCYH_2IwhyIu0l3vxquxUhk-OZghvHI0AaIypBj8/s400/mommy+and+maya+in+the+pool.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At the end of the day, you take a bath. We sing songs and clap hands. You love to have your hair washed and chew on your bath toys. You still try to grab the water as I pour it from a bucket. You kick your legs and slap the water.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68QgVZ_FsRB0X6W-iUvEicEeAjw8sNJwYpPF2xUl250nHom9PR-_RvLlth5aaDspxskh8u1DBvKE9c7XUSZStJo9B9JbTaLdrmNUOqn1sHnm7XKrWEVATT7n3Q_bIMmpKtdd8jrlHukg/s1600/bathtub+lunatic.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655214581826089250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68QgVZ_FsRB0X6W-iUvEicEeAjw8sNJwYpPF2xUl250nHom9PR-_RvLlth5aaDspxskh8u1DBvKE9c7XUSZStJo9B9JbTaLdrmNUOqn1sHnm7XKrWEVATT7n3Q_bIMmpKtdd8jrlHukg/s400/bathtub+lunatic.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But not all of your baths were the tub this month. For example, when you went to Florida you had fun splashing in Oma's kitchen sink! (I know this picture doesn't convey fun, but trust me you had a blast!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYDsNI4HR0kp8mAZifF1fvijMy4f9EhSKEbdoau6RQiM8FVHIYW2VzYuKzOSuMCggPB1DTXLQUjcefXgVhK92BGR_uOXFkCbuZkfImSXvy26D9kNJUL3XNI5ZMmTtkyXmoN9nD3QtZ8I/s1600/great+grandma+bathies.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979067715465986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYDsNI4HR0kp8mAZifF1fvijMy4f9EhSKEbdoau6RQiM8FVHIYW2VzYuKzOSuMCggPB1DTXLQUjcefXgVhK92BGR_uOXFkCbuZkfImSXvy26D9kNJUL3XNI5ZMmTtkyXmoN9nD3QtZ8I/s400/great+grandma+bathies.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On Saturday mornings, you and daddy cuddle in bed and watch Sesame Street together. You are captivated by Elmo and friends. You also like Fraggle Rock, which is how you've acquired your latest nickname. You sit with your blanket and he sits with his coffee. Sometimes Jerry joins you. I think look forwards to this time together all week long.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqFDL60mAZOKiDWsuMQzvASB9IwDYODV4kjjQbbEHCqNLKFGpCNoOu8QHl1F6JfjDgS312lshvw5MYpghpWsCSV6Bq0kmkYdroBPr1otgCT-znPpj_CsMJHx0hcXhEaI9roomMu9bMss/s1600/daddy+and+maya+watch+sesame+street.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979291114379090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqFDL60mAZOKiDWsuMQzvASB9IwDYODV4kjjQbbEHCqNLKFGpCNoOu8QHl1F6JfjDgS312lshvw5MYpghpWsCSV6Bq0kmkYdroBPr1otgCT-znPpj_CsMJHx0hcXhEaI9roomMu9bMss/s400/daddy+and+maya+watch+sesame+street.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You absolutely hate “The Snot Sucker Of Doom” which unfortunately has been used more often than either of us would like. This has been a pretty congested month. I can’t even show it to you without hysterics.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAKVu-XNVNKAh_xKrr397CkfvMpezLiHNi84mBj6SDBjdMek4_MfMlq4WSelyrmGxc1gYFOKwTPZomxs1MxE77V_4LcRVlM1MRK4lqa9R60JmlD8cZ09jOaYd9r_RyrXCt9pvSiAMb_8/s1600/familypic.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656671947022552162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAKVu-XNVNKAh_xKrr397CkfvMpezLiHNi84mBj6SDBjdMek4_MfMlq4WSelyrmGxc1gYFOKwTPZomxs1MxE77V_4LcRVlM1MRK4lqa9R60JmlD8cZ09jOaYd9r_RyrXCt9pvSiAMb_8/s400/familypic.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You went to your first wedding this month; you were such a hit! You looked so pretty in your pink party dress. You wore your earphones to protect yourself from the loud music and took a nap in the middle of the party- you are amazing! We danced and laughed and had a great afternoon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnETCDAR_xbPyoBpvlYHdg_-3hggV90xcDI6fSbDjvOWnXGHJ3FMrwtq4NppvR0wEqGrSYtfoPN3qsEN814PI2IghVjJVyudImFoRVWx9SVLJMHBJ_R2YiugM9TvIBGETi_n2g_wk44c/s1600/IMG_8560.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656664224282958162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnETCDAR_xbPyoBpvlYHdg_-3hggV90xcDI6fSbDjvOWnXGHJ3FMrwtq4NppvR0wEqGrSYtfoPN3qsEN814PI2IghVjJVyudImFoRVWx9SVLJMHBJ_R2YiugM9TvIBGETi_n2g_wk44c/s400/IMG_8560.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD73v1JAp6DJjn-TQtvtgWtWyCBfYJpvBW-jw3jDjA0BMuuO4YoMsgXL2UxE0vkm4JFR-Ti7frXdMUi7lQI9HSoPVePNobHEaqFw3WgZqKB8jfJKcHuFyUliUN8d6IjldCOiUFbpJ3zV4/s1600/IMG_8353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656650854834652594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD73v1JAp6DJjn-TQtvtgWtWyCBfYJpvBW-jw3jDjA0BMuuO4YoMsgXL2UxE0vkm4JFR-Ti7frXdMUi7lQI9HSoPVePNobHEaqFw3WgZqKB8jfJKcHuFyUliUN8d6IjldCOiUFbpJ3zV4/s400/IMG_8353.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That’s not the only party you went to. This month you also went to Tante Anne’s 90th birthday party and your cousin Ben’s 2nd birthday party. You have the best temper; going from person to person. Even if it’s a total stranger you cuddle and play so sweetly.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pn3d6iVV4EdwjdH92SVXMO3HUkCWmZtcj6hyAkeXGeLzNorML0BCjOjStV_FGo1oP1YecAnUug51Od_UsbPXj9PK4Q67x9udMNDYerxRtxESbN6GyhcMOSiNrZTifHLUTNHwaLIbQ7A/s1600/IMG_8232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656660489240430114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pn3d6iVV4EdwjdH92SVXMO3HUkCWmZtcj6hyAkeXGeLzNorML0BCjOjStV_FGo1oP1YecAnUug51Od_UsbPXj9PK4Q67x9udMNDYerxRtxESbN6GyhcMOSiNrZTifHLUTNHwaLIbQ7A/s400/IMG_8232.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There were some sadder moments for our family, my love. You said goodbye to your Great Grandma Sara. You went to Florida and sat with her in bed. You played with her hands. You giggled and cuddled with her. You gave her kisses and smiles. She told you that she loved you, and that you are beautiful. “A living doll” is what she called you. She gave you kisses and said that you were delicious. You brought great joy to her and the family during an extraordinarily difficult time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_ehKtxVKaCT8E7SVNGHaghAEodnspXIiAbnQ9C1Hv_ysEq42miz0rp3tCGyZHg3efW0sjDNstizuCLcwbmDMkk569puP5aVyFgpekYFj-4uFZ7Icf4vdYBjEnDWk09drcgCppRB6RA8/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656650848476412754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_ehKtxVKaCT8E7SVNGHaghAEodnspXIiAbnQ9C1Hv_ysEq42miz0rp3tCGyZHg3efW0sjDNstizuCLcwbmDMkk569puP5aVyFgpekYFj-4uFZ7Icf4vdYBjEnDWk09drcgCppRB6RA8/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />from your visit earlier this year<br /><br />I know that as you grow up, you will not remember the way she held you or the way her face would light up when she saw you; but daddy and I will never stop telling you about her. We will never let you forget about her strength, passion, beauty, conviction and love.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuhQxNDXs09aEYuXjtvSMhbLk9Jffv75Sw-T4oR7NoOZJTjPMILUsKBrDSKdTk7vj_ASw2MBrYMkBICDnrobwKbQjCCkcCSWH1LOZmZaLiCrllh4rq91a6Saeappi8JR8TTgIatDCJ3I/s1600/IMG_8267.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656650851199576434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuhQxNDXs09aEYuXjtvSMhbLk9Jffv75Sw-T4oR7NoOZJTjPMILUsKBrDSKdTk7vj_ASw2MBrYMkBICDnrobwKbQjCCkcCSWH1LOZmZaLiCrllh4rq91a6Saeappi8JR8TTgIatDCJ3I/s400/IMG_8267.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sweet girl, you are becoming more of your own person every day. You are like your daddy: You love to sleep on your tummy. You go at your own pace and enjoy discovering things for yourself. You are also like your mommy: You easily fall asleep in the car. You like to be included in everything and you hate missing out on something fun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0M0YpQDvhP6r-V_wI_3ioP5IPj4mOn8itghQT5rKDO9OS1_iuTVXXR-ID6qX-cHuyGYe6jMCgw6JXciV-lFXaQf_hzKKncaWrNzfdunwE52tmCnqbOxrhXoFgyD6ZmGJg7ATYZyM-Jsc/s1600/hanging+on+the+couch+with+daddy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654979079305284770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0M0YpQDvhP6r-V_wI_3ioP5IPj4mOn8itghQT5rKDO9OS1_iuTVXXR-ID6qX-cHuyGYe6jMCgw6JXciV-lFXaQf_hzKKncaWrNzfdunwE52tmCnqbOxrhXoFgyD6ZmGJg7ATYZyM-Jsc/s400/hanging+on+the+couch+with+daddy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />best buddies<br /><br />This month we experienced great joys and deep sadness. Still, you make every day exciting and memorable. Maybe next month you will have a tooth or a new food or amazing talents to report. Until then my love, I look forward to tomorrow’s kisses.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iV9R9n1zntw6LTmqmIBLQZdh-fG_0T4G70R9EL7opJlL5EfueiDw-XblBG1AdfijQGmz5O9_K0aZ6N1jrtgm9uTKAvX51br1jo1tlQN1QOV79QADJQFNfPLoTBRJksTmn7ncjaE_0EE/s1600/8+months.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654987602579577058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iV9R9n1zntw6LTmqmIBLQZdh-fG_0T4G70R9EL7opJlL5EfueiDw-XblBG1AdfijQGmz5O9_K0aZ6N1jrtgm9uTKAvX51br1jo1tlQN1QOV79QADJQFNfPLoTBRJksTmn7ncjaE_0EE/s400/8+months.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-51327781845296102872011-08-25T11:43:00.021-04:002011-08-25T14:16:48.886-04:00Maya's NamingThe week after Maya was born, we went to Chabad and gave her a Hebrew name. David was called to the Torah for an Aliya and our daughter was given the name Miriam Ronit.
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<br />It was a really beautiful moment for our new little family, but it was also a cold dark morning in early January so we kept it very small, saying that we’d host a larger, less formal party when the weather warmed up. Well, it's August and very very warm, so we hosted a Naming celebration with family and friends at our house this weekend. It was incredibly special.
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<br />We had a brief ceremony which included a few words of thanks for our beautiful healthy daughter, an explanation of who she had been named after and some of our hopes for her future.
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<br />We explained how we have dedicated our daughter to the Torah- to a never ending fascination with study and learning. We have dedicated our daughter to chupah- to never ending growth as a human being, capable of giving and receiving love. We have also dedicated our daughter to ma-asim tovim- to a never ending concern for family and community, justice and charity.
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<br />As we did in January, we again asked that G-d bless our daughter in the way He blessed Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah, who possessed qualities of strength and softness, modesty, and conviction. We asked that the Lord bless her and protect her, deal kindly and graciously with her, bestow His favor upon her and grant her peace.
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<br />Here is a video of the ceremony (I just wish the cicadas had not been so loud).
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<br />And here are some pictures from the afternoon
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<br />We were overwhelmed by the love shown for our daughter on Saturday. People traveled from near and far to be with us, but not everyone could be in Maryland as inclimate weather, logistical travel-related challenges, pregnancies, summer vacations, etc happen. Whether you were with us in person or simply in spirit, please know that our lives are truly richer for having you in it.
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<br />Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-1274531216203608552011-08-10T21:48:00.053-04:002011-08-11T14:42:24.986-04:00Seven Months!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRi3rLgC8NBKo3wI6EvP_oBSi948zPzjNFe-NQfrczW3b8EbbkIzgAITzbGYvDfaUavZaYkJ3Rvzy_pDibfxCgvJfilR-irA95_rEbOUfergglrpX3MfcTA3_e9DobnwxaXXKrv8siBY/s1600/IMG_7980.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639634834889918082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRi3rLgC8NBKo3wI6EvP_oBSi948zPzjNFe-NQfrczW3b8EbbkIzgAITzbGYvDfaUavZaYkJ3Rvzy_pDibfxCgvJfilR-irA95_rEbOUfergglrpX3MfcTA3_e9DobnwxaXXKrv8siBY/s400/IMG_7980.JPG" /></a>
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<br />Dear Maya,
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<br />My Giggle Machine, Our Sweet Hazelnut, Little Baby Butternut, Crazy Kamikaze Superstar
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<br />I tell everyone who asks (and several who do not) that I've won the baby lottery. I truly have. You are sweet and happy. You are a wonderful sleeper and eater. You are easygoing. This month you have become very social and also very independent. At your six month check up, you weighed 18 lbs and stretched to 26" long.
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<br />You continue to love daycare. You are interested in all of your baby friends and their toys. I hear about your action-packed days: how much you love music time and story time, how you go for stroller rides outside by the pond, how the people in the office bring you in for company and let you play at the computer, how you went to the playground and all the toddlers came up to you. Everyone wants to play with you, hug you, kiss you and make you giggle. You are a happy playful baby. You love all activities and you are learning so quickly. All of the teachers say you are joy to have.
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<br />Dressed up and ready for "Fairytale Day" at daycare
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<br />You are beginning to do things by yourself like reach for toys and food. You are determined. You are trying so hard to hold your bottle. It’s still a little too heavy for you when it’s full, but this doesn’t stop you from insisting that you can hold it. You also seem to think that by smushing the nipple into your face, you will be able to get milk out faster. We keep pulling it out a bit and tipping the bottle upwards to show you… hopefully you will pick this up soon.
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<br />Holding her own bottle... sorta
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<br />You love to play. You can’t get enough of your exersaucer and you love making your musical toys light up and sing. At daycare you seem to really enjoy the maracas and piano (although, I’ve noticed that you try to put the entire side of the piano in your mouth with no success). You love to swing on your swing set in the backyard and go down the slide. You love to touch, mouth, and manipulate squishy rubber balls, you enjoy gnawing a chilled teething ring, and hearing bells jingle inside a stuffed animal. You also like stuffed animals like your cabbage patch doll and octopus. You love peek-a-boo and silly faces...we play “Where’s Maya?” and you pull the blanket off your face all by yourself now so you can hear, “There she is!”
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<br />reaching for a toy
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<br />swinging in the yard with Bubbie
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<br />Loving the lights and sounds
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<br />You can reach for and scoop toys towards you. You can pick them up and transfer objects from one hand to the other fairly easily. You take your pacifier out of your mouth and put it back in. When you can’t reach a toy, you wiggle, shimmy and roll your way over to it. This is especially frustrating to Jerry who is now realizing you are almost mobile. You adore Jerry. Whether in the bath or the highchair, whenever you hear him meow you immediately stop what you are doing and look for him.
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<br />Love for Jerry
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<br />You like to explore. The computer seems to fascinate you. The scenery outside the car window captivates you. We’ve been signing to you pretty consistently. We do signs for milk, bath, more and all done. You don't know what any of these mean yet, but “all done” gets a great big laugh from you every single time. I know it’s still just imitating what you see, but when we say “high five” we put our hand up and sometimes you do as well! It’s very cute.
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<br />Computing with Daddy
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<br />See Daddy? I can do that too!
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<br />You’ve got a great appetite. No teeth (yet!) but your diet is expanding and you seem to really enjoy the textures and flavors of each new food. So far, you’ve had squash, sweet potato, peas, carrots, banana, avocado, mango and prunes. You had your first stomach bug. We think it was a virus; you couldn’t keep anything down for a few days. Once you were able to tolerate liquids, you had a really upset tummy. I felt so bad for you, but you really do have a wonderful disposition and you handled your illness like a champ. Except for when you were actually getting sick, you had a smile on your sweet face the whole time. Then a few days later your little body seemed to overcorrect itself and you got all backed up. Again, I felt awful for you and you were more uncomfortable this time, but you were still my smiley and giggly girl. Thankfully, all of your plumbing seems to be in order now.
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<br />healthy again and very happy!
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<br />You went to the beach for the first time. We joined Bubbie, Great Grandma Rona, Pappa Donnie and Uncle Brian in Myrtle Beach for Grandpa’s (belated) birthday celebration and you had a blast! You loved the sand and waves. You loved sucking the bow on your bathing suit to taste the salty water. We went to the aquarium and boy did you have fun! You couldn’t get enough of the brightly colored fish and sea life fluttering past you in the big tanks. You were especially fond of the orange jellyfish bobbing around; you were shrieking with delight. I wasn’t sure you were old enough for this activity, but you were in awe the whole time. I just adore watching the way you respond to your surroundings these days.
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<br />First time in the ocean
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<br />Family beach pic
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<br />Hangin' and reading a book with Uncle Brian
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<br />showing off her fancy 'shark' balloon hat
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<br />LOVING the fishies at the aquarium
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<br />She LOVED the fish. Couldn't take her eyes off of them.
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<br />pooltime fun
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<br />You are a blur. You are always moving. I used to get nervous when daddy would roughhouse/ play with you but you love being thrown in the air. Anything that involves swinging high and low makes you laugh out loud. Anything that involves shaking or wiggling makes you cackle in delight. Your hysterical laughter usually results in a fit of hiccups which are short lived. Your are getting stronger. You sit up so well and you can ‘stand’ while being held up for balance.You grab necklaces and glasses, but also parts of faces and clothing as well. You are a master at taking daddy’s pen out of his shirt pocket. While rocking you to sleep at night, you often grab my tank top or nose.
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<br />grabbing daddy's glasses
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<br />Sitting up and watching Sesame Street on Saturday morning
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<br />You babble like crazy… I swear you said baby the other day. Of course it was more like, “Bayeeeee Beeeeee” We still think your first word will be “Hi.” I sometimes wonder what your voice will sound like when you got older. Sitting in the car on the way to daycare, we often hear you say, “da da da da.” Daddy likes to think you are saying ‘daddy’ but I don’t think you are quite that advanced. Sometimes in the bath or during dinnertime, you make sounds like “teh teh teh" and once we heard you say “maaaaaaaa.” When you get excited you shriek and do your happy dance, kicking your legs and moving back and forth like Stevie Wonder.
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<br />You were lucky enough to see all of your Great Grandparents this month. You saw Great Grandma Sara & Great Grandpa Joe in NJ for Abuelita and Saba's BBQ. You spent the weekend with Great Grandma Rona and Pappa Donny at the beach and you even got a visit from Oma Ruth and Opa Paul for a few days! Boy are you loved, my sweet girl.
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<br />G&G Ehrlich
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<br />G&G Felder
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<br />G&G Koles
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<br />I think you might be on the verge of teething. You’ve become a little more drooly than usual, and although you are rarely fussy I’ve noticed some discomfort / inability to quite get settled recently. I’m going to miss that gummy smile but time marches on I guess.
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<br />My beautiful baby girl
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlO3SP4qGKUbRDBVZSkdgzfbvYOsbpOwvegCzDAzxy7gU8onwIhqKf0K-rcuo0mQ8IZmRPDZaTEbORDB0vYDaLcmSHiMc8NNyszZqhntsPDMTN_81dZKG6AJdvQXl3YdhrWwGy0XdaBck/s1600/IMG_7323.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639634499258891218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlO3SP4qGKUbRDBVZSkdgzfbvYOsbpOwvegCzDAzxy7gU8onwIhqKf0K-rcuo0mQ8IZmRPDZaTEbORDB0vYDaLcmSHiMc8NNyszZqhntsPDMTN_81dZKG6AJdvQXl3YdhrWwGy0XdaBck/s400/IMG_7323.JPG" /></a>
<br />Daddy and his little girl
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghsV8Loco9Dh2OizjNfZBLTGbhefCLKd6MhwAQzFbpNPiG_dYc4AYSvEbhwEGWrvXfCaMATFh_a5nmRhvI0ou0uy-4TmD5Eco9-cmhyphenhyphenLKgJls2s8vU2Jrru1sACe7VdnHwxfOokGY1fQ/s1600/IMG_7964.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639669842196379378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghsV8Loco9Dh2OizjNfZBLTGbhefCLKd6MhwAQzFbpNPiG_dYc4AYSvEbhwEGWrvXfCaMATFh_a5nmRhvI0ou0uy-4TmD5Eco9-cmhyphenhyphenLKgJls2s8vU2Jrru1sACe7VdnHwxfOokGY1fQ/s400/IMG_7964.JPG" /></a>
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<br />This month had ups and downs, but you are so much fun, my sweet girl. I can't wait to see what kinds of adventures and discoveries next month will bring.
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<br />Love,
<br />MommyAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-3380901399689802382011-07-11T22:47:00.002-04:002011-07-12T09:13:32.648-04:00Six Months!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxW2W107jnocWKas9nzGViBWnRc6MD9FB1vcPZCj5P96YtM4a7KpiC2EBW-PTcHb2C5shf7WSFNwdIbnxDPwQQTvlApjKXEsK2C5bgAsSit-RIguHnuDQPU-_AIMxHfFssnx2Zv8QXm7Y/s1600/IMG_6489.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628278136562238994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxW2W107jnocWKas9nzGViBWnRc6MD9FB1vcPZCj5P96YtM4a7KpiC2EBW-PTcHb2C5shf7WSFNwdIbnxDPwQQTvlApjKXEsK2C5bgAsSit-RIguHnuDQPU-_AIMxHfFssnx2Zv8QXm7Y/s400/IMG_6489.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Dear Maya,<br /><br />My sweet happy baby, our little Hazelnut. Our fearless lunatic. Today, you have been alive for six whole months. Where did it go? Weren’t you just swaddled and placed in my arms? Didn’t I only recently give you that first kiss? I'm a bit sad that half of our first year together is over, but hasn't it been wonderful?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_svPhWFVW3dRr1mVVOmwaHy8zNtm0AE_AVgdEFonMX1cQ4VH_RU26RzogzE4FNrLTIh3bQSKnfjvyYQlB6zYRWd2p9p_aVcOUy0C3BtkGJf81D6Tgz78_Y1fBW60uVjrhSdMUQMgTbL0/s1600/IMG_6543.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279154587026514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_svPhWFVW3dRr1mVVOmwaHy8zNtm0AE_AVgdEFonMX1cQ4VH_RU26RzogzE4FNrLTIh3bQSKnfjvyYQlB6zYRWd2p9p_aVcOUy0C3BtkGJf81D6Tgz78_Y1fBW60uVjrhSdMUQMgTbL0/s400/IMG_6543.JPG" /></a><br /><br />These months have been filled with more laughter and joy than I knew possible. My heart has grown with love not only for you but for your daddy as well. He is such a wonderfully involved, tender yet silly, super daddy. I can’t help but smile as I watch the two of you play and make silly faces at each other.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bck1dw-Z51HRIU76xB11ysvNJ4z_mqxk-JIarjoCLWW0QA1nDChD1E0Ofb0UrucKnS0w__ERR15ziam9inmxzgMBK__O4b6nWp3qxi50eBBK-gi2_l_NGYiciFE2rPFIRycg2c8KqSY/s1600/copying+daddy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628172659023300658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bck1dw-Z51HRIU76xB11ysvNJ4z_mqxk-JIarjoCLWW0QA1nDChD1E0Ofb0UrucKnS0w__ERR15ziam9inmxzgMBK__O4b6nWp3qxi50eBBK-gi2_l_NGYiciFE2rPFIRycg2c8KqSY/s400/copying+daddy.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03Y2TagXfXCVovaq7COZL3eA5IFrvY7WSsSPIWqd1nYEVLNDodk4lnss-yJZmp4d8hi9-Pcz5fSRYx4rudvHKE6g29tzjv2RDncaeo2tNMDyFiRzY73dE7rECs-UDkpzg4TIDIMZbF7A/s1600/July+4th+fun4.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628129748987784946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03Y2TagXfXCVovaq7COZL3eA5IFrvY7WSsSPIWqd1nYEVLNDodk4lnss-yJZmp4d8hi9-Pcz5fSRYx4rudvHKE6g29tzjv2RDncaeo2tNMDyFiRzY73dE7rECs-UDkpzg4TIDIMZbF7A/s400/July+4th+fun4.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Now that you’ve been at daycare for a month and we’ve gotten used to our new work schedules, we have settled into a daily routine. Daddy wakes you up, feeds you a bottle and gets you dressed. There are many many giggles during this time. This is prime time for you- happy, rested and full. We give kisses goodbye and Daddy drops you off at daycare where you go for walks, listen to music, play with your friends and hear stories. Mommy picks you up in the afternoon and you fall asleep in the car on the way home. You nap long enough for the grown ups to have a quick dinner before you wake up for some family playtime. Then it’s time for your bath, mommy’s salon (lotion, massage, hair and nails), bottle and bed. I so love our evenings together. You play with my necklace as you drink your bottle and I love to smell your just-washed hair as I rock you to bed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWjb70mwQZHQMWRFhUXGPVLyG81YYHgzkh-hW4lzmeTpsRurRpS42l96Og8nCVlZNM7DYFLSfvqnS2Qu1sWpbYgm6Xn__8BdpYFkKouAJWyUX0sHd3UxBKVYwzfo5a18Bu0ADgh6wAEM/s1600/sleepy+maya.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628452920905572482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWjb70mwQZHQMWRFhUXGPVLyG81YYHgzkh-hW4lzmeTpsRurRpS42l96Og8nCVlZNM7DYFLSfvqnS2Qu1sWpbYgm6Xn__8BdpYFkKouAJWyUX0sHd3UxBKVYwzfo5a18Bu0ADgh6wAEM/s400/sleepy+maya.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I said this to David the other night during dinner and I will say it again to you now my love: "This is the very best time of my life." I am happier than I ever knew I could be. Each day I look forward to being greeted by your smile. It lights up my heart. This month has been filled with tender moments and exciting milestones.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPs5ojuXEZ0Zb3TyROMQz43OA7xmf-ZqzJ3MxlB2bq4DMbxXUtzux_ijaSqkqCkU-taew7cXKJdJjMf4bSTdqObmbCgSadVVmQ_Gq_peiOToKHQw3TVjYGIweYitYdkVx-kXzKejCpFgs/s1600/IMG_5562.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280917687601522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPs5ojuXEZ0Zb3TyROMQz43OA7xmf-ZqzJ3MxlB2bq4DMbxXUtzux_ijaSqkqCkU-taew7cXKJdJjMf4bSTdqObmbCgSadVVmQ_Gq_peiOToKHQw3TVjYGIweYitYdkVx-kXzKejCpFgs/s400/IMG_5562.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOYD470hVkIc3yHhPUuZ4ToWbiPv6t2OjO5VnTKMkYH4f0HHVYOpD_2yAqOCdXZ7bN7oRSi8u9kGJLO9zpEkYA8XJCmccUHCyhpvMr6vSiX69xqvQ0upzA3F4wwOrsoRugNEtdAf1vow/s1600/IMG_6018.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280924043396514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOYD470hVkIc3yHhPUuZ4ToWbiPv6t2OjO5VnTKMkYH4f0HHVYOpD_2yAqOCdXZ7bN7oRSi8u9kGJLO9zpEkYA8XJCmccUHCyhpvMr6vSiX69xqvQ0upzA3F4wwOrsoRugNEtdAf1vow/s400/IMG_6018.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You have started eating solid foods (which in truth are actually quite runny). From your first bite of oatmeal, you loved it. You weren’t quite sure how this whole eating thing worked, and swallowing food is still a bit of a new concept, but you love the flavors and new textures in your mouth. So far, you have tried oatmeal, rice cereal and sweet potatoes. You love to play with your spoons. Sometimes you aren't that into food and other times if we don't feed you fast enough, you lunge forward in the chair with your mouth wide open, hoping there will be something in the spoon when you get there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gSjBk9CPHwK5H995x1K1rlAUWfs1gGjMkHeTX6e5-T7Dft0RJLuZoglaL28lBrBw0Ibe1yl12Mpf6Sz2VFHCn-3pFqRMumV9uGsFXxHibe6V-wXKqan_mdfNuHL3CqkGpPzjj7OEo0g/s1600/Maya+loves+oatmeal2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628127218366910786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_gSjBk9CPHwK5H995x1K1rlAUWfs1gGjMkHeTX6e5-T7Dft0RJLuZoglaL28lBrBw0Ibe1yl12Mpf6Sz2VFHCn-3pFqRMumV9uGsFXxHibe6V-wXKqan_mdfNuHL3CqkGpPzjj7OEo0g/s400/Maya+loves+oatmeal2.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Your motor skills and depth perception have rocketed; you reach out for toys and papers and eyeglasses and necklaces- whatever is nearby. You are very good at spotting toys and tracking moving things. I walk into a room and you immediately see me. You have been experimenting with transferring toys from one hand to the other. You love grabbing anything you can get your hands on — and stuffing it directly into your mouth. This goes for toys and books and burp cloths but also things like Jerry’s fur and the TV remote. Anything your hands touch gets studied, mouthed, talked to, shaken and played with and then thrown away. It’s a game we play. You seem to get great joy out of watching me fetch whatever item you have recently disposed of. Its such a blast to watch your face light up when I recover it for you, wipe it off and hand it back to you.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwi1IEB21JhPGl630xcaopshQBvkXc_dXe6lAELYIDO8uUgWU3AVkityGeHlSq5EKyo09agSFV2zytDEdQxYScfkJ90jzeQe70FMSqM-cLgdraTek6Bijy5Q-_eyfwoto3CaW0VZ_SaY/s1600/IMG_5538.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280912583366546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwi1IEB21JhPGl630xcaopshQBvkXc_dXe6lAELYIDO8uUgWU3AVkityGeHlSq5EKyo09agSFV2zytDEdQxYScfkJ90jzeQe70FMSqM-cLgdraTek6Bijy5Q-_eyfwoto3CaW0VZ_SaY/s400/IMG_5538.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You are a crazy girl. You nosedive for toys like a kamikazee. You are fearless. When you get really excited, you do your "happy dance." You kick your legs and flail your arms and thrash your head back and forth with this big smile across your face. I think this is why you still have that big ol bald spot on the back on your head.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-TQVDr3r58pW15tz4l4i2GbpQxIa_zVVvtSGGIgsFhAZanaYdWgJ7KGx0BLOFgujfp0vyZ8rb6AsyMmUG_3oQ0xPD9CJVuq2J73HTMV_ah47SI8bglKjZ55jlcXnWI-sbiYbTN4xkC0/s1600/July+4th+fun6.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628129758238312578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-TQVDr3r58pW15tz4l4i2GbpQxIa_zVVvtSGGIgsFhAZanaYdWgJ7KGx0BLOFgujfp0vyZ8rb6AsyMmUG_3oQ0xPD9CJVuq2J73HTMV_ah47SI8bglKjZ55jlcXnWI-sbiYbTN4xkC0/s400/July+4th+fun6.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Bathtime is an adventure; you just cannot sit still! You have so much fun kicking and splashing and diving for anything and everything; your duckie, your rinse cup, your wash cloth, the sink faucet. Sometimes we sykpe with family during baths, it's so much fun to share these times with far away family. Sadly though, I think the days of bathing in the sink are coming to a close.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuEXLCj1BgKs5GhCmCgko24dQQvCc3Y7t9lWHPSQP8Zqq_a76pZtttPYJLnk10VcNI5umeXfzRSzxFB6qBvKlRU25RrcnYqnmecRk2CAoQJXddXssaYUqE3YAIAckvKxB_uL1PG8nU2E/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280900107642722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuEXLCj1BgKs5GhCmCgko24dQQvCc3Y7t9lWHPSQP8Zqq_a76pZtttPYJLnk10VcNI5umeXfzRSzxFB6qBvKlRU25RrcnYqnmecRk2CAoQJXddXssaYUqE3YAIAckvKxB_uL1PG8nU2E/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You've started rolling over in earnest now; you flip over and over on your playmat. You roll over from both front to back and back to front, and you wriggle all over the room this way. You even do it in your crib at night. This was somewhat distressing for you the first few nights. Daddy and I would wake up to your cries and I would rush in to find you disoriented on your tummy. This seems to be going away slowly as you begin to get used to your new abilities and mobility.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkREtQAElOVUxlZ1kzmbO6UgFXsbKTgeQ_1V3ciXp6mPCp4cIZo00yYe99euhalTjba9aBRESdxdVoevacdoHEUqXmWRgOIHK7OAZr6n9e1YaW6ne-IOhgtoMZWpGmLuFlvh0coly-X5k/s1600/IMG_6372.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628281110505708434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkREtQAElOVUxlZ1kzmbO6UgFXsbKTgeQ_1V3ciXp6mPCp4cIZo00yYe99euhalTjba9aBRESdxdVoevacdoHEUqXmWRgOIHK7OAZr6n9e1YaW6ne-IOhgtoMZWpGmLuFlvh0coly-X5k/s400/IMG_6372.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You can almost sit on your own. You prefer sitting to laying down now and we prop you up with the boppy or pillows. You sometimes fall sideways- bonk! - or forward -whoops! - but more often these days you are catching yourself and correcting your balance. You are very proud of yourself.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIer3y3VSWBLjIkdEKj92FChgDROvJcFDzSBftMRzw3W16oI9KW0kKA1ftA8zuRJr5nrgSzuMpX2iXFbJa-vCVaRv16AHxPBCxHi3tJkpvZBbtGXo5t__pZCGjzis-TNp3-RDRiH89U0/s1600/IMG_6552.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279165904256322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIer3y3VSWBLjIkdEKj92FChgDROvJcFDzSBftMRzw3W16oI9KW0kKA1ftA8zuRJr5nrgSzuMpX2iXFbJa-vCVaRv16AHxPBCxHi3tJkpvZBbtGXo5t__pZCGjzis-TNp3-RDRiH89U0/s400/IMG_6552.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You can lay on your mat and play by yourself, but you really love to play face-to-face with your parents, family, teachers and friends. You love to see the happy baby in the mirror and you love peek-a-boo. I read somewhere that at this age even when you are fussy, you should be increasingly distractible – and it’s true. You are moving a lot more now and sometimes bump your head. You start to cry but a rattle or a song will make you forget all about it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlsTQVPLXJU9yVgzwS5J8qrKe3Qu9_Vm0VOfuo6bfkJqDK_0fE369wQW1Dkf6R2zNcT-Vp4glQxsbvvpgiZB47muBsUxeTvrQJnpbNd25tAu3Rxa9lvYfDjr7fRsmNBY38W1gp9niRHk/s1600/IMG_4810.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628280901690308514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlsTQVPLXJU9yVgzwS5J8qrKe3Qu9_Vm0VOfuo6bfkJqDK_0fE369wQW1Dkf6R2zNcT-Vp4glQxsbvvpgiZB47muBsUxeTvrQJnpbNd25tAu3Rxa9lvYfDjr7fRsmNBY38W1gp9niRHk/s400/IMG_4810.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You have started to imitate actions. One of the little boys at your daycare sticks his tongue out when he doesn’t like his vegetables and you’ve picked up on this unladylike mannerism. Except- you don’t eat peas yet. So you just sit there and spit and blow raspberries by yourself.<br /><br />Your ability to demonstrate love and your sense of humor is just developing, but I can tell you are going to be a confidant, warm, intelligent and social person. You smile all the time. Your teachers call you their “Sweet Maya” and friends and strangers are met with smiles and coos and giggles. Mostly, you are delighted at the world. You are curious about everything and your joy is contagious. You make people around you happy. It is incredible to watch<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE7GVMKcPYiobRmQhQUFW0bwZ-zhe_2BW7i0D6Db5HxLJrjF0ovBv4qMqZKCYB5ar_islG2qbmg9954jl-5_d2w0nteDO2F1ctJth9sVbzNXNI2B1JjCq-9NAZAr88i3ibGjiAgumOFE/s1600/IMG_5063%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628127206683221042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE7GVMKcPYiobRmQhQUFW0bwZ-zhe_2BW7i0D6Db5HxLJrjF0ovBv4qMqZKCYB5ar_islG2qbmg9954jl-5_d2w0nteDO2F1ctJth9sVbzNXNI2B1JjCq-9NAZAr88i3ibGjiAgumOFE/s400/IMG_5063%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You seem to enjoy hearing your own voice as evidenced by your squeals, babbles, shrieks and operatic octave changes. Sometimes you sound like you are meditating; you make this low and steady hmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmm. Sometimes you respond to a sound I make in one of your books, like baaaaa and you go ayeeeeeee or ah-ya-ya-ya-ya<br /><br />You have discovered Jerry. You squeal with delight when he comes into the room and you wiggle and dance with excitement as he makes his way over to you. You love to lay on his soft fur and grab his tail. Thank goodness he is so old and good natured- he tolerates your antics until you yank on his tail a bit too hard. He looks over at you as if to say "ok kiddo, I've had about enough of this activity" and then he moves just out of your reach.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3-TtSWWFAPxW12sZ0hHjCAuzskUneqVLpqvjKwiJy178fLXo3sJGIkAJzHxCuKTS99J9u7CrWSDUS47syIXPhuAAOB0iZGhm7v_nmB0b7p77ttOHu4kLvoXdxwxuMBU9U9ERisp_iCQ/s1600/IMG_6336.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628281107792694786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3-TtSWWFAPxW12sZ0hHjCAuzskUneqVLpqvjKwiJy178fLXo3sJGIkAJzHxCuKTS99J9u7CrWSDUS47syIXPhuAAOB0iZGhm7v_nmB0b7p77ttOHu4kLvoXdxwxuMBU9U9ERisp_iCQ/s400/IMG_6336.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You met your cousin Natalia. Tia Patty and Uncle Ilan came to visit you for a weekend this month. You had so much fun playing with your cool older cousin. She showed you all kinds of neat things; I think this is how you learned to sit. We went to Annapolis and celebrated Daddy’s first Father’s Day together with them, it was a very special weekend.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDkMZcn-84ILy7yXSyq6LacY1R2cH34HqcF71w8y6zv9kBJZoC3LTDcYFNug2CKD9QfNd224nNyAtF8P23HrZoCXnzNeh9oFbmx4HZutajfcC7DycxnFHMumxo4NoVUAJhVbInNnI-H0/s1600/ilovedad.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628172667296294530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDkMZcn-84ILy7yXSyq6LacY1R2cH34HqcF71w8y6zv9kBJZoC3LTDcYFNug2CKD9QfNd224nNyAtF8P23HrZoCXnzNeh9oFbmx4HZutajfcC7DycxnFHMumxo4NoVUAJhVbInNnI-H0/s400/ilovedad.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76mEXMqozYMRQHlPndt_cnSvZKZhPhD-awdqrnlP2gVB-ebF_GlDH4L-jCdlDzGy3fsAiYmhudLZ4oHBWsO5whq7pEIyACorigkRf9uzqeFQFKxmziKbfN1yMeUsLc9CBEisDXbsnP4o/s1600/Tia+Patty+Like.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628173654342391970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76mEXMqozYMRQHlPndt_cnSvZKZhPhD-awdqrnlP2gVB-ebF_GlDH4L-jCdlDzGy3fsAiYmhudLZ4oHBWsO5whq7pEIyACorigkRf9uzqeFQFKxmziKbfN1yMeUsLc9CBEisDXbsnP4o/s400/Tia+Patty+Like.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You celebrated July 4th with Abuelita, Saba, Natalia, Tia Patty and Uncle Ilan in Amish country. We showed you horses and buggies and you loved playing in the pool. You went on the swings for the first time and met Uncle Sam.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXn44PewUZ3F6jnAUWCYFfeJJiV-9iOgWRLJhBjXP5dm4TrpxW7wW7ICVFmwZWu-WUQj6UXxPNmkVyV5qavSrNknoeUA5W81ZyxBBoGpCPvbttFqC9r23KUcDVoW9COyZaJVlu9VvdUA/s1600/IMG_5461b.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628127214241653266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXn44PewUZ3F6jnAUWCYFfeJJiV-9iOgWRLJhBjXP5dm4TrpxW7wW7ICVFmwZWu-WUQj6UXxPNmkVyV5qavSrNknoeUA5W81ZyxBBoGpCPvbttFqC9r23KUcDVoW9COyZaJVlu9VvdUA/s400/IMG_5461b.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSY_2TK6PteqtO7sOJsxCVwTCSi_vMoSEJwpnK7mlL-b2P4DNAQSLknl2Ae7kgIkozhpm0N1_wWP2EaBpSbRJ71ETd0zk_zUiUfjmH2BlawizJpXXYBuQB6Pa_MBx7WKl0q-pmXskj5Q/s1600/July+4th+fun.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628129726874293250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSY_2TK6PteqtO7sOJsxCVwTCSi_vMoSEJwpnK7mlL-b2P4DNAQSLknl2Ae7kgIkozhpm0N1_wWP2EaBpSbRJ71ETd0zk_zUiUfjmH2BlawizJpXXYBuQB6Pa_MBx7WKl0q-pmXskj5Q/s400/July+4th+fun.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We’ve been using sign language with you. We’ve just begun, but soon hopefully you will begin to understand that our hand movements have meaning and you will be able to recognize things like ‘more’ and ‘milk’ and ‘all done.’ Hopefully in a few months you will be able to express these thoughts yourself! The next foods we will introduce to you are squash, peas, bananas and avocados.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWeQHuBKbWfXhSyPJGY-jkHe5kscgN4BvmDk8_JZIjAH7Kq5srkpci7FNrqH9dswKIFzNgi8DWrxn7bMaUgdPI1W8-vxGs1Q8NwgIT9KlAImZTp8btvYOTOzckouTaQTbzyUEgFZV9RA/s1600/IMG_6550.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628279157934841426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWeQHuBKbWfXhSyPJGY-jkHe5kscgN4BvmDk8_JZIjAH7Kq5srkpci7FNrqH9dswKIFzNgi8DWrxn7bMaUgdPI1W8-vxGs1Q8NwgIT9KlAImZTp8btvYOTOzckouTaQTbzyUEgFZV9RA/s400/IMG_6550.JPG" /></a><br /><br />My love thank you for giving me these past six months. Every day is an adventure, an all-out sprint, a challenge and a dream. I love every moment and I love you.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />MommyAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-71197143665971668602011-06-03T12:25:00.017-04:002011-06-15T14:20:31.573-04:00Five Months!Dear Maya,<br /><br />My cuddlebug, my silly little giggle machine, my stinkopotamus, daddy's sweet hazelnut- you are getting so many nicknames. What a month this has been for you, our happy little girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvIKPkTUeloeVsNQDH9jfP6pY3ZhEJ6SnBC_wGQnN1jNZsPrKwJTzZ7EimgRWrphhaBk_QmAlC3L4KNDgMmn48eXwJKquBuv4KaY6vnCtKlckD9MvSQxI5baqcL2wasSvat6onLd6ZiI/s1600/5+months-2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504705512092162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvIKPkTUeloeVsNQDH9jfP6pY3ZhEJ6SnBC_wGQnN1jNZsPrKwJTzZ7EimgRWrphhaBk_QmAlC3L4KNDgMmn48eXwJKquBuv4KaY6vnCtKlckD9MvSQxI5baqcL2wasSvat6onLd6ZiI/s400/5+months-2.JPG" /></a><br /><br />First the big news: You rolled over! You can now flip over from your tummy to your back. You can’t do it very often yet and it takes a great deal of energy and concentration to achieve such a gymnastic feat, but you are definitely doing it. No more playing on the ottoman for you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9HpiqtaHcB6I40kuSDUWZlba_KH9MYRJSeFQHN05FZ91pVB5TIGbn6tqw71L5IxJJf0bj2pTqFM3MdB94njUyKB9U7yts1vjKjZRSzNuOLR1n6Mv4E_RvFABVNiSzmXB_ghL5g9jRko/s1600/tummy+time2%2521.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618502262429853074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9HpiqtaHcB6I40kuSDUWZlba_KH9MYRJSeFQHN05FZ91pVB5TIGbn6tqw71L5IxJJf0bj2pTqFM3MdB94njUyKB9U7yts1vjKjZRSzNuOLR1n6Mv4E_RvFABVNiSzmXB_ghL5g9jRko/s400/tummy+time2%2521.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5cKFgBMF3KbaiCKdbmby8xRsARFTUlDCviZaYt1LTKE2mWFHKNLxF0hdUwxJKo0OG8GjvbtPg10yPdLobOkx-RLD_aS9jFT_4f5eF8PVMNdfK5bsu0JDMXJ0D_9H6W4dU2rUWUZER6Q/s1600/summertiiiiiime.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618508837464635362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5cKFgBMF3KbaiCKdbmby8xRsARFTUlDCviZaYt1LTKE2mWFHKNLxF0hdUwxJKo0OG8GjvbtPg10yPdLobOkx-RLD_aS9jFT_4f5eF8PVMNdfK5bsu0JDMXJ0D_9H6W4dU2rUWUZER6Q/s400/summertiiiiiime.jpg" /></a><br /><br />The other news is that you have started full time daycare! You are such a big girl. Daddy is sure going to miss his days at home with you; he has loved story time and afternoon walks together. You have adjusted to daycare beautifully, just as we knew you would. You love your teachers and checking out the other babies and exploring the new toys. You enjoy the music and bubbles too! When you come home you are pooped! You take a long nap before dinner and your bath.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGTUk1nL6CYj7RPQCP3vwbCoMwsbDYMYm-6gmj3NIMNSplJeUKIigPr2TlP3oBUF9LGHdJwL_lRUZzBOSbwQsZG1tTBWu1Y6y_gJkMywQ9Qxu7iYJ2ZfBnMPvY2tMklSkNaMZHrEmLNk/s1600/tired+after+daycare.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618508834151101858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGTUk1nL6CYj7RPQCP3vwbCoMwsbDYMYm-6gmj3NIMNSplJeUKIigPr2TlP3oBUF9LGHdJwL_lRUZzBOSbwQsZG1tTBWu1Y6y_gJkMywQ9Qxu7iYJ2ZfBnMPvY2tMklSkNaMZHrEmLNk/s400/tired+after+daycare.jpg" /></a><br />so tired after her first day<br /><br />You’ve also transitioned to sleeping unswaddled this month. At first you were very distressed about your flailing arms and new found freedom, but then you quickly remembered how much you love to sleep. Now you are happily snoozing through the night again. You usually get ten or eleven hours (7:30/8:00PM to 6:30/7:00AM) of sleep each night on a regular basis. Oh I am such a lucky mommy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QMn93TKvAfV1keds6TIm6IflBCFxuSrgnGBs6NO7TwsTyi6yX56hdTQvSv7x6U8_O_xzjygteOB5ZnzXEAeYIcW8A5QCCBpqSXHtmbQZ-GOShdhJFZRLyts5rxwcEPJhxiYep0bu3QI/s1600/Mommy+and+Maya+and+the+peonies+4.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618509118865008018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QMn93TKvAfV1keds6TIm6IflBCFxuSrgnGBs6NO7TwsTyi6yX56hdTQvSv7x6U8_O_xzjygteOB5ZnzXEAeYIcW8A5QCCBpqSXHtmbQZ-GOShdhJFZRLyts5rxwcEPJhxiYep0bu3QI/s400/Mommy+and+Maya+and+the+peonies+4.JPG" /></a><br /><br />So what have we done this month my love? Well… we’ve gone out to smell the springtime flowers and enjoy the warm breezes. On Memorial Day weekend we went in the pool. It was a little cold and yet, you loved it! (I’m going to stop worrying about making sure your bath stays warm from now on) You splashed and kicked and floated (sorta) in the water with a big Maya smile. You are so happy in the water; you even have your very own kiddie pool in our yard. It's fun to watch you sit in it while you splash and laugh- this is going to be such a fun summer!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91S2SMDC_d1sxiVhYt0jw7RCNma4LqjMGGfPhknOAwmyZC4aPt0aDOYN1-jBtrYCiktOwrDhVmmmEcnwdB7TMNeCyVm2V5zQIKPn0ZfcpdzwCydhAblVfH0Q9eEk-5JWqjDb4He4uUQI/s1600/Doing+the+backstroke.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501609374295074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi91S2SMDC_d1sxiVhYt0jw7RCNma4LqjMGGfPhknOAwmyZC4aPt0aDOYN1-jBtrYCiktOwrDhVmmmEcnwdB7TMNeCyVm2V5zQIKPn0ZfcpdzwCydhAblVfH0Q9eEk-5JWqjDb4He4uUQI/s400/Doing+the+backstroke.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIifuorEepf1nmGzPtVaEs1JXd_uPuPP8bQJaSBGANZgRQjzNdSTE16u7aXGBLZWzfR9w3pNvbICK0Lkx8zmpUtW7-tY4qrkFK1ufokqA_rxJ1S5y7G-AiT8ZWMF7FdwJO9ye0Off5O0/s1600/pool+with+Abel.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501894718000994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIifuorEepf1nmGzPtVaEs1JXd_uPuPP8bQJaSBGANZgRQjzNdSTE16u7aXGBLZWzfR9w3pNvbICK0Lkx8zmpUtW7-tY4qrkFK1ufokqA_rxJ1S5y7G-AiT8ZWMF7FdwJO9ye0Off5O0/s400/pool+with+Abel.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CuYYrcjROh65OVhUlZi7g291EPGT9Yux1wN_djc2Egmh3VSuwYqFiYxL0kGrPBMV5ST42UgoiH6I07JpAnx_A8pFRZGGFZhfas8HuiinkGqKAaT_gfts7a0hA0wvKjeHJ1JR7Cz6dhQ/s1600/pool+with+Abel3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618502253497292018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CuYYrcjROh65OVhUlZi7g291EPGT9Yux1wN_djc2Egmh3VSuwYqFiYxL0kGrPBMV5ST42UgoiH6I07JpAnx_A8pFRZGGFZhfas8HuiinkGqKAaT_gfts7a0hA0wvKjeHJ1JR7Cz6dhQ/s400/pool+with+Abel3.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You had your first cold this month. Also, you were nice enough to share it with Mommy (very generous of you my love). You were all stuffed up and you did not like the nasal aspirator. You had a fever, but a low one. You had a rough time sleeping when you couldn’t breathe well, I don’t blame you. Still… just like with everything you do… it was with a smile on your face. Sure you got crabby at times, but for the most part you were my cheerful baby girl. And boy are you cheerful! You are bliss. You are sunshine. You are innocence and joy. Things that get you laughing include: kissing your feet, raspberries on your belly, peekaboo and silly faces. Also, falling down on the bed as daddy says “aaaaah-boom” cracks you up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbeu6e80KCW2vlykmah7QzIWilhC3XIHLCeXnmTdXvNndgsxElYW3lor_b8-DSfJqg6akhxjhb3yvt1VtdYnBSH9J-MZXka080r0URqgdHxinQioZ0Av080r_nkKqZqBk4V3ALB_INrY/s1600/standing+with+daddy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618502261814824642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbeu6e80KCW2vlykmah7QzIWilhC3XIHLCeXnmTdXvNndgsxElYW3lor_b8-DSfJqg6akhxjhb3yvt1VtdYnBSH9J-MZXka080r0URqgdHxinQioZ0Av080r_nkKqZqBk4V3ALB_INrY/s400/standing+with+daddy.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4X8zWjcJZ5s2slPL75K72N8VP0N5EnqZfRXbPcP2v_rGUUiyiwr1BesTFgph6gAlw4Sgx1XHo366QzD8KTzwChuXoX6K3fwUWo1J4S9ddZQY_jzp3lYSQFsNP720ZjDD4pveZc50TLE/s1600/drama+queen.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501613768498146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu4X8zWjcJZ5s2slPL75K72N8VP0N5EnqZfRXbPcP2v_rGUUiyiwr1BesTFgph6gAlw4Sgx1XHo366QzD8KTzwChuXoX6K3fwUWo1J4S9ddZQY_jzp3lYSQFsNP720ZjDD4pveZc50TLE/s400/drama+queen.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You are curious and your budding brain is developing so quickly! You are beginning to recognize toys, and people and show memory. Something I think is very cool, is that you are beginning to express anticipation. It’s remarkable to watch you open your mouth when you see your bottle. I love it when you squirm and kick your legs when you see the rinse cup rise above you in the bath. Your hand-eye coordination is also improving. You can reach for toys and put them in your mouth. Everything goes in your mouth. You have found your feet, you grab onto them in your swing. It looks like you are doing some complicated yoga pose as you sail through the air. Its getting harder and harder to get a photo of you without your foot in your hand!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpmJG8O7PmgvpQYhbKmYBvyD7JZkkIQkZmqTBvFg5gQFg5VO6NXKOSinfMhYog8k3Sox0FExWa0Aeeq1AOxFKz-Z32pLi3fAKiCuVr-OqcBsH0aAXVgkcsI8UMQSeOPfVbQZ0sS_8nLU/s1600/found+her+foot.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501624127612226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpmJG8O7PmgvpQYhbKmYBvyD7JZkkIQkZmqTBvFg5gQFg5VO6NXKOSinfMhYog8k3Sox0FExWa0Aeeq1AOxFKz-Z32pLi3fAKiCuVr-OqcBsH0aAXVgkcsI8UMQSeOPfVbQZ0sS_8nLU/s400/found+her+foot.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NVBf-wQYpSufsZ3e4OhjBFHSh1-uPGiYyF62zwq1JR-t1bVt-05OUgxD0YxcU_qLF5kZxPwIhLNtzrLuti73lguHaL6Dj_AENnDydl6t7uuwOVfF5kqiG2Xks0tW66BxpdPyeoZDfms/s1600/5+months-5.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504720701920818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NVBf-wQYpSufsZ3e4OhjBFHSh1-uPGiYyF62zwq1JR-t1bVt-05OUgxD0YxcU_qLF5kZxPwIhLNtzrLuti73lguHaL6Dj_AENnDydl6t7uuwOVfF5kqiG2Xks0tW66BxpdPyeoZDfms/s400/5+months-5.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You are smart. You seem to know your name; sometimes I can get you to turn your head when I say it. Or maybe you are just looking for me, I don’t know. You love to look at your reflection in the mirror and you smile at the adorable baby staring back at you. You are clever. You demand attention by fussing and you know that crying will make me coming running. You are a social butterfly. You break out into the happiest, cutest smile at the sight of another smiling face. You love tickles and kisses. You are strong. You can 'stand' while we hold you. You are calm. You had your first trip to New York and attended a Bat Mitzvah as well as Grandpa’s 60th birthday party. Oh you were so good! You met so many people! You went from stranger to stranger in loud, crowded rooms and you were as happy as ever.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrmhrk1e8sfwu6SJ392iBTuJhrg5Z7nW5wSHUl-LeUy50MvmhUSerdgWsWHW2yxgBQmSJlnd4rJVTq20j_PM6Gn49XYQ3PES-yrQJe0VwuUf6Fy05nHzpGAYgGvQTOBF71dzoMio6iIE/s1600/Maya+%2527stands%2527.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618508830570224482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrmhrk1e8sfwu6SJ392iBTuJhrg5Z7nW5wSHUl-LeUy50MvmhUSerdgWsWHW2yxgBQmSJlnd4rJVTq20j_PM6Gn49XYQ3PES-yrQJe0VwuUf6Fy05nHzpGAYgGvQTOBF71dzoMio6iIE/s400/Maya+%2527stands%2527.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lu7MYXW0UNIS2-dZUb02k7Q0W7fgRoQA06NdlG20pX_P-ApCNDIWKWYm7kzV0Frd_VtHuOpEjCFu45zvrcXHsyLicd8_ynMXopOyCXnG_XPeawr42ZAODflg7XD61VhvPPoZsS992w8/s1600/Party+Dress+Smiles.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501882743067714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lu7MYXW0UNIS2-dZUb02k7Q0W7fgRoQA06NdlG20pX_P-ApCNDIWKWYm7kzV0Frd_VtHuOpEjCFu45zvrcXHsyLicd8_ynMXopOyCXnG_XPeawr42ZAODflg7XD61VhvPPoZsS992w8/s400/Party+Dress+Smiles.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I know there will be more rolling over, this was the first of many sniffles and there will be lots flowers to smell and pools to splash in- but this is such a wonderful age and I am trying to remember each of your ‘firsts’ and enjoy them (the good things at least) as they happen. You seem to be on the verge of teething. You are beginning to show an interest in food. What will next month bring? What will you discover? Where will we go? Who will you meet? I look forward to exploring all of it with you and daddy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5OxksYqYJebqugNLw3T6C37a8kjRa2nu4kwyGyduLj1OVPi2eGEl_hrtcspGt2s1kNG7KZNnlRm5SpFMcQ2QteTXKEf_hwdC6bYAxydifzgH2sy5tBpyIM8-A39efq_dxF7PB1RRbN0/s1600/5+months-3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618504712426403650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy5OxksYqYJebqugNLw3T6C37a8kjRa2nu4kwyGyduLj1OVPi2eGEl_hrtcspGt2s1kNG7KZNnlRm5SpFMcQ2QteTXKEf_hwdC6bYAxydifzgH2sy5tBpyIM8-A39efq_dxF7PB1RRbN0/s400/5+months-3.JPG" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-39657654119733600912011-04-20T12:14:00.032-04:002011-05-11T08:22:07.432-04:00Four Months!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdeunJZNVn7uUO7w584wI-uPRubamsNQ94mN7qAy0kG8nAxRjggrhGNRtIUvhffD7NRkz7m8AaGCxUJAI2nNfrz8n3MzI2JH9L0u6eDDSe2E2Bwn5JTiTfd0CAdlQLHwYZlqRt-vjFM1E/s1600/IMG_3543b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605262938651501698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdeunJZNVn7uUO7w584wI-uPRubamsNQ94mN7qAy0kG8nAxRjggrhGNRtIUvhffD7NRkz7m8AaGCxUJAI2nNfrz8n3MzI2JH9L0u6eDDSe2E2Bwn5JTiTfd0CAdlQLHwYZlqRt-vjFM1E/s400/IMG_3543b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Dear Maya,<br /><br />My butterball. My pork chop. My little spicy meatball. My sweetheart. My love.... I simply cannot believe you are already four months old! Watching you grow each day is pure joy. I dont know how else to put it. It is truly remarkable. You no longer need my help with so many things. You sleep through the night. You spend time playing on your own. You crack yourself up. Each day your personality develops a bit more and I am getting to know the kind of person you are going to be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GSfK0vuKkWjWktViuUfu51YqEe6LQf8APKBZQUHHr-kEN6BBPLJifrvDRlMKr6ukRQdkEtTueO4GgWBJ_WiTnmxedfbpPq9SsiGMuhQlvQvI_CdCYDktI63HAhxSqVEyt2jAI2qdBC8/s1600/My+Little+Duckie%2521.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602888664321929826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GSfK0vuKkWjWktViuUfu51YqEe6LQf8APKBZQUHHr-kEN6BBPLJifrvDRlMKr6ukRQdkEtTueO4GgWBJ_WiTnmxedfbpPq9SsiGMuhQlvQvI_CdCYDktI63HAhxSqVEyt2jAI2qdBC8/s400/My+Little+Duckie%2521.jpg" /></a><br /><br />You like some toys more than others. You love attention. You are sweet and lovely, you are a ham, you are sometimes temperamental. You have <strong>very</strong> strong opinions and you let us know your preferences right away. My little munchkin, I should have expected this. Before you were born, you wanted to stay head up. When we brought you home from the hospital, you decided that you wanted to sleep in your crib, not the bassinet. About a week after you turned 3 months old, you decided you were done with nursing and would only drink from your bottle. While the nursing strike hurt my feelings a little, I don’t hold a grudge. I can tell you are going to grow up to be a strong, independent, graceful, intelligent woman. You like things on your terms. You are so very much like your daddy in so many ways. I just hope you let me make some of the decisions along the way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2wk0HaaVlfkXVIfFzMGgc-PP36xX0X5neU3jvDX6wywGzxaQVjV72eVd4ViXB-mVZxU3TubVocQ8MsVKCH1h2OzQlItpbDE4QCOvge8QQ2vKGcesGMXgQAabzD6RYC2nMOXbWfAH9HE/s1600/Maya+14+weeks+tummy+time.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 327px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602888656646568098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2wk0HaaVlfkXVIfFzMGgc-PP36xX0X5neU3jvDX6wywGzxaQVjV72eVd4ViXB-mVZxU3TubVocQ8MsVKCH1h2OzQlItpbDE4QCOvge8QQ2vKGcesGMXgQAabzD6RYC2nMOXbWfAH9HE/s400/Maya+14+weeks+tummy+time.jpg" /></a><br /><br />You are a happy girl, you smile and laugh and babble. You’ve become much more vocal this month. When I talk to you for a few minutes, you start to babble right back at me. We have some very in-depth conversations. You shriek with joy when Daddy makes silly faces at you and crack up when he tickles you. You will smile back at pretty much any happy face. I think you're beginning to recognize your name and you recognize mommy and daddy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUXfU5hh_NQynpcWL_9o-BRQZykR8atApvju7hjq2SSqb_UpR2oI5tI4n5ewsPkQr299WualT00MJLeZfp-kTkG3QX7Ud4qVb-d2KI2rS6Su1S0ih0SHvCzDnKynVxTZPjmXbnUo3vHo/s1600/IMG_3042.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264420187391890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUXfU5hh_NQynpcWL_9o-BRQZykR8atApvju7hjq2SSqb_UpR2oI5tI4n5ewsPkQr299WualT00MJLeZfp-kTkG3QX7Ud4qVb-d2KI2rS6Su1S0ih0SHvCzDnKynVxTZPjmXbnUo3vHo/s400/IMG_3042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_4SVTEznW4kxnVp82zbDt-kbcGI2YI4p9O6ZTx8xsfXGyiWTaVENMd6cAslA2wMiwBAlmCuTxqsCXtw-4L0ikJziVkQgAUIoYSLJ0xgBdfv4oWnrMguM8EfJ0Q_aG3XsG_nLZobPW8k/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605267439695349474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_4SVTEznW4kxnVp82zbDt-kbcGI2YI4p9O6ZTx8xsfXGyiWTaVENMd6cAslA2wMiwBAlmCuTxqsCXtw-4L0ikJziVkQgAUIoYSLJ0xgBdfv4oWnrMguM8EfJ0Q_aG3XsG_nLZobPW8k/s400/IMG_3530.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I’ve returned to work and you have transitioned beautifully. You have so much fun at home with daddy and you love him very much. You go on long walks together, you play and read books. I don’t know who is enjoying these days more- you or him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M12BTIsbsCYjfuFkmzdQSgGmXFzvsxz893vrzL1Tvq79lBPGCnVilJOyiA8RJ_UADZ4HsZ8D8G36RsJg9Bt8Ry5RMVIXi1mc6H5XrLQcvmVu9RtfZ9Rq0yBcCATmctAsU8CmzP40G5c/s1600/IMG_3008b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605268919845774034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M12BTIsbsCYjfuFkmzdQSgGmXFzvsxz893vrzL1Tvq79lBPGCnVilJOyiA8RJ_UADZ4HsZ8D8G36RsJg9Bt8Ry5RMVIXi1mc6H5XrLQcvmVu9RtfZ9Rq0yBcCATmctAsU8CmzP40G5c/s400/IMG_3008b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />You’ve been going to daycare twice a week, and you seem to love all the action, friends and toys. It’s great to have you a block from my office, I love visiting you in the afternoon. You seem to like the fish tank and other babies there. All of the teachers say you are a wonderful and happy baby… and you are! You look up at me when I walk in the door and you give a big gummy grin- it’s very cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeNTMmDWpaULldccgCsS5A5PYYB0YQ2TzJxFSjUvSp_nleNJGuNh9BrwAJ1lHEGa7MwYi_wvAQK_KAo8Kz-qmwBAs54EMeoNj1mqYPtnRJspw7vU01IHRiPXEBgnZtRK5iBH98NxUs2w/s1600/IMG_3324.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605263659652870738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeNTMmDWpaULldccgCsS5A5PYYB0YQ2TzJxFSjUvSp_nleNJGuNh9BrwAJ1lHEGa7MwYi_wvAQK_KAo8Kz-qmwBAs54EMeoNj1mqYPtnRJspw7vU01IHRiPXEBgnZtRK5iBH98NxUs2w/s400/IMG_3324.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You are a total ham in front of the camera. You smile for the flash but you still haven’t decided whether or not you like the video camera. It seems to fascinate and confuse you. The other day we played peek-a-boo for the camera, it was so much fun!<br /><br /><iframe height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pG8IGHR0Ybc" frameborder="0" width="640" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />You are getting stronger and you move a lot. While you can’t quite roll over yet, you can turn from your back onto your side. You do this to wiggle and shimmy across your play mat. I think this is how you move around in your crib at night. When I get you in the morning, it’s always fun to see where you’ve ended up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOC7EtzNoL-itq9Qborp7VbkN_OW1jmydKtiRoBtwPPg61A1an_rqFlh9Gd78mqk2axiWeZvxsaVPTtgjJgLzRLx5eDU-HDEprgZJkmtnVxnZrjzdurf67nv3fBj5CixRbouu-ud0gC4/s1600/IMG_2955.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605267428198607810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOC7EtzNoL-itq9Qborp7VbkN_OW1jmydKtiRoBtwPPg61A1an_rqFlh9Gd78mqk2axiWeZvxsaVPTtgjJgLzRLx5eDU-HDEprgZJkmtnVxnZrjzdurf67nv3fBj5CixRbouu-ud0gC4/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Your depth perception is developing nicely. You’ve started to grab toys and you are learning more about how toys work. You like the sound your rattle makes and the song your exersaucer makes. You also grab my hair a lot… and boy do you hold on tightly!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5iUrYhmW2i0B8245SHJjkUSZZokDrbAxP2fOUtYXZESwjgQoEu9V9ZPFTRrWvvMZe6GQHfQxniYB404RE4hJlhp35BWiVZTVpUoDqZlr-637PBEwPxwjaSAjiX4xyoH72rjZz2VsZXY/s1600/IMG_3474b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605262942268420450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5iUrYhmW2i0B8245SHJjkUSZZokDrbAxP2fOUtYXZESwjgQoEu9V9ZPFTRrWvvMZe6GQHfQxniYB404RE4hJlhp35BWiVZTVpUoDqZlr-637PBEwPxwjaSAjiX4xyoH72rjZz2VsZXY/s400/IMG_3474b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />You’ve started to like your pacifier much more- it seems to soothe you to sleep. Still, you continue to suck your fingers all day long. Your favorites are your pointer and middle fingers, but really any one will do. It's getting hard to take a picture of you without your hands in your mouth. We have an exersaucer and a swing and toys and books and puppets- yet your hands remain your favorite activity.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5vxDCYzO_gSdfjZX9sTkwGkwBs560mDf-ErsR9VTZwnkV744oBk1TZq14bYB7thUG_804MxxjUHqXcNg0W3ya07Vs5W_ab8Iy9RJ-cZvHeMMreThKPEZcl7me6Tst4t7AQFnAYxzEJM/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264721750729858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5vxDCYzO_gSdfjZX9sTkwGkwBs560mDf-ErsR9VTZwnkV744oBk1TZq14bYB7thUG_804MxxjUHqXcNg0W3ya07Vs5W_ab8Iy9RJ-cZvHeMMreThKPEZcl7me6Tst4t7AQFnAYxzEJM/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We watched the Royal Wedding together. You sat in your bumbo and watched the whole ceremony. I think you want to be a princess when you grow up. You are my little princess, my beautiful little girl. Your skin is so smooth and fair, it looks like porcelain its so perfect. And your deep blue eyes are so round and warm. You always have this wide-eyed look as though everything in the world is interesting.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb8H8kt4P8k633lZIMtx2cA0tHqLOxn5l5s0UDIfHyAC7EkI1d-8av9tDAa04jtGxheu1U8U83hHwMCjehR5hIzyV7LaFRMPz04ygLzLaASeOkJIXKLCqgNAowbAqrKHLKHlSBI1dKto/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605263664863946066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb8H8kt4P8k633lZIMtx2cA0tHqLOxn5l5s0UDIfHyAC7EkI1d-8av9tDAa04jtGxheu1U8U83hHwMCjehR5hIzyV7LaFRMPz04ygLzLaASeOkJIXKLCqgNAowbAqrKHLKHlSBI1dKto/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" /></a><br /><br />You celebrated several 'first' holidays this month. You had your first Passover Seder and thanks to you I got to experience my first Mother's Day. We had a fantastic day; you made a card for me, we sang songs, we went for a walk and we went out to dinner.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYF7TzI8acJHiyVmpO0tcm28-e6ue-kuDSd07aV1yoCuacojpiBU7XzfPsTf57Uv9Xj1NkICC7wvXRGzvAypexQt_uiTp-vAazLIeXggGQdyPsmu05hubn4JiWlVOjDQxj1xN8NScDzs/s1600/IMG_3286b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605263653028353458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYF7TzI8acJHiyVmpO0tcm28-e6ue-kuDSd07aV1yoCuacojpiBU7XzfPsTf57Uv9Xj1NkICC7wvXRGzvAypexQt_uiTp-vAazLIeXggGQdyPsmu05hubn4JiWlVOjDQxj1xN8NScDzs/s400/IMG_3286b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IBOsBP2-JN4IGA7ueT5BJ9gTC2d-fIETBRfMJGk9bMZEDA-WTxxS7HpRSSwaXq4A9eZhpVSzbE5iPltlpJ-__zVkW4oN44rLUyjbT1m9_ik2pkzk9cpAMsl6-b2rzlSoKbqeNlmmx98/s1600/IMG_3295b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605267800035326802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IBOsBP2-JN4IGA7ueT5BJ9gTC2d-fIETBRfMJGk9bMZEDA-WTxxS7HpRSSwaXq4A9eZhpVSzbE5iPltlpJ-__zVkW4oN44rLUyjbT1m9_ik2pkzk9cpAMsl6-b2rzlSoKbqeNlmmx98/s400/IMG_3295b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Thank you for making us a family. Thank you for stealing my heart. Thank you for your nuzzles and sighs as we rock to sleep in your quiet dark room. Thank you for your smiles and giggles. What a wonderful, wild ride this motherhood thing is. I love being your mom.<br /><br />Love,<br />MommyAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-81055204556725339172011-04-16T14:39:00.001-04:002011-04-16T14:41:22.907-04:00Maya 'talks' to her elephantsThis morning I took a video of Maya having a little chat with the elephants on her wall. We also talked fashion.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NpsbUOZP0YY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-61097029862888667892011-04-11T07:00:00.019-04:002011-04-11T07:00:05.785-04:00Three Months!Dear Maya,<br /><br />My Little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cuddlebug</span>, My Smile Machine, My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Stinkopotamus</span>. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Stinkosaurus</span> Rex. You are no longer a newborn. These last few weeks have been a wonderful ride of new experiences, discovery and development.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2aoeLjWzE0vdnJ8ee_84MvyG_sbABSPtJ0FIqLqC6K5B-IlI5V1zLPMASoArNeI_mbPbVoBR6x0hY7szNSghzjv3C4z5KuzSEUMptwcvjYfWRxCere9RmXxwg-zyvd3yQzXHwdoaE7A/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2aoeLjWzE0vdnJ8ee_84MvyG_sbABSPtJ0FIqLqC6K5B-IlI5V1zLPMASoArNeI_mbPbVoBR6x0hY7szNSghzjv3C4z5KuzSEUMptwcvjYfWRxCere9RmXxwg-zyvd3yQzXHwdoaE7A/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427941552113986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You take after your daddy in so many ways, but especially in that you love your beauty rest. Technically you are “sleeping through the night” which is remaining asleep for five or six hours at a stretch. But actually you are doing much better than that- you will snooze for eight or more hours at a stretch. You go to bed around 8PM and on a good night can make it to 6:30AM- but sometimes you still get up at 4-something for a snack and then go back to bed until 8. Naps, however, are still a work-in-progress. You get tired after a few hours of playing but when I try to put you down for a siesta, you fight it and then become so overtired you thrash and wail and scream until you finally pass out from exhaustion in my arms. Recently when I put you in your crib for a nap, you stay down just long enough for me to begin something like pay a hospital bill or begin to pump..and then you are all “Psych! I’m not sleeping Mommy! Come get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meeeeeee</span>.” Le sigh. Saturday mornings are the best. I look forward to them all week. We snuggle and play and laugh in bed together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk6YZ0_6N2fJClNFGMSyZN1M2v2D-lPMMo9v5dTYQ9Eu0Jh4wRhwy-uH-Q7OhNRVQUxWffzDRwwzpmQ3yPydD6_x_inaVeXzVl4uIh9_7snCA9ofzXqlSHpuXozQ1R8vPIIEH90bKmNs/s1600/IMG_1667.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrk6YZ0_6N2fJClNFGMSyZN1M2v2D-lPMMo9v5dTYQ9Eu0Jh4wRhwy-uH-Q7OhNRVQUxWffzDRwwzpmQ3yPydD6_x_inaVeXzVl4uIh9_7snCA9ofzXqlSHpuXozQ1R8vPIIEH90bKmNs/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592257182126834498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your meltdowns are rare, most of the time you are a smile machine. You smile at the cute baby in the mirror, to friends and family… but you save the best smiles for daddy and me. You are a very social girl, and you love being held no matter who is holding you; but you are also beginning to sort out who's who in life, and you definitely prefer your mommy or daddy to others. You save your sweetest smiles and those rare giggles just for us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiMuRqquOSTgUxtA9i4XBHqXFQ9oceF5f_h7bqGXKm7u-pgcZYerM94c5mkKm03PwI9-KSmevld5PPAXQYlucCEeZLz4QPI7FxneoMXRfueBFF69ne53-03oPak03ETrhknClpRXJdJM/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiMuRqquOSTgUxtA9i4XBHqXFQ9oceF5f_h7bqGXKm7u-pgcZYerM94c5mkKm03PwI9-KSmevld5PPAXQYlucCEeZLz4QPI7FxneoMXRfueBFF69ne53-03oPak03ETrhknClpRXJdJM/s400/IMG_0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427956365849042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It’s a good thing you love bath time because boy do you need it these days! Between your monster poop blowouts and your sour milk spit-ups, you are one stinky little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cutiepie</span>. No diaper can contain the wrath of your little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tushie</span>. This seems to crack you up. We go through several costume changes a day. Daddy often comes home to find you in some sort of mismatched getup because I've decided that three is my limit for cute outfits I'm willing to put you in each day. After that... you get whatever I can find that fits. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoBtH-F8CCxFgI8KmpF6Wc_gF2jrNQoc8WHNwctMHEMnKqfqrxK2ceFCcQB81dMXLW2ujmjoQyjX_YFFgTG07zB6k71HwPwHsg9kBR6VW7CJyDxICDIH2WkbvOoJLx-59AMya-ozhvQA/s1600/gap+stretch%2521.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoBtH-F8CCxFgI8KmpF6Wc_gF2jrNQoc8WHNwctMHEMnKqfqrxK2ceFCcQB81dMXLW2ujmjoQyjX_YFFgTG07zB6k71HwPwHsg9kBR6VW7CJyDxICDIH2WkbvOoJLx-59AMya-ozhvQA/s400/gap+stretch%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594120010050739922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />You have discovered your tongue and your hand this month. You love to stick out your tongue and lick things; your shirt, your car seat harness, all of your blankets... they cannot escape your mouth and I have about a zillion pictures of that milk-covered tongue. Soon after your tongue discovery, you stumbled upon your hands. How fun! You love to slurp and suck on them, even getting that thumb into your mouth once in a while, but mostly you prefer to suck and lick the back of your hand. Sometimes you try to fit both fists into your mouth at the same time. You can never do it but you try all the time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJNnMCssJPEP_0grOgjLsZeujIg7tgS6__bk_ymkJCcKugksy1LuRXGpJONv_dJPZwBjgXkPKXffMzbH6w1IwGu4fjw78BfH2WQ0K7UsvE9nnc3GX-KYymwU6jG410KsXXugn-_g8bvs/s1600/IMG_1888.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJNnMCssJPEP_0grOgjLsZeujIg7tgS6__bk_ymkJCcKugksy1LuRXGpJONv_dJPZwBjgXkPKXffMzbH6w1IwGu4fjw78BfH2WQ0K7UsvE9nnc3GX-KYymwU6jG410KsXXugn-_g8bvs/s400/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593198442955454578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You have been all over the place this month! You had your first ride on Metro to visit daddy’s office where everyone was super excited to meet you! You also went to mommy’s office and visited the White House. You’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ve</span> been out to lunch with your buddies, Josh and Ryan. You have been to the shopping mall for your first Bloomingdale’s experience and the National Mall with your pal Abel to see the spring Cherry Blossoms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMusbhxp42OEu4Ia1XzgUeu8fZwVciYnQhHSzfV5gPc9mAtOOnCJqydFwNpnISGXTGC-PBg__4zjd3tozpjUIxXZAd-SNgE8M85hSxlZJpclYOS5O9w596vvkPG_-STPhwKVavYUJUEUI/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMusbhxp42OEu4Ia1XzgUeu8fZwVciYnQhHSzfV5gPc9mAtOOnCJqydFwNpnISGXTGC-PBg__4zjd3tozpjUIxXZAd-SNgE8M85hSxlZJpclYOS5O9w596vvkPG_-STPhwKVavYUJUEUI/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427942043426498" border="0" /></a><br />white house<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIMlVP3fxrOq_yk47PSJ3g5pJH7_KYFVhXhjgLx8SkJO8SDm5v5yh8PnzqrFUlHJsCVvOy_c3vKACX3mrNCvayFEAr8VhTa2tMwnhqEFK-KbKHaG8EwQ2pTGxC_KAT-XRxdZmBUhqBas/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIMlVP3fxrOq_yk47PSJ3g5pJH7_KYFVhXhjgLx8SkJO8SDm5v5yh8PnzqrFUlHJsCVvOy_c3vKACX3mrNCvayFEAr8VhTa2tMwnhqEFK-KbKHaG8EwQ2pTGxC_KAT-XRxdZmBUhqBas/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592254684417352946" border="0" /></a><br />Cherry Blossoms<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDA4i8URV39jLr_sKa6S9ZchjIsRYttt39Wc8q9KRW6fspl3sSp3oEz4JFRUtLgtdORDpUDU_Kf0BhstOF7h4xO8df8mMG4_iT55MsjNd9_72A9W2dvsHEUUt6i1yR6DuezYRupTHcgE/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDA4i8URV39jLr_sKa6S9ZchjIsRYttt39Wc8q9KRW6fspl3sSp3oEz4JFRUtLgtdORDpUDU_Kf0BhstOF7h4xO8df8mMG4_iT55MsjNd9_72A9W2dvsHEUUt6i1yR6DuezYRupTHcgE/s400/IMG_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592254689451527042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your biggest trip by far was your first plane ride to Florida! You visited with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Oma</span> Ruth and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Opa</span> Paul, Great Grandma Sara and Great Grandpa Joe as well as Great Grandma Rona and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Pappa</span> Don. Boy are you a lucky girl to be loved by so many people! You went into the pool and went to temple and met tons of people – and smiled the whole time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmuDCSpwJ-FP0B0T7A5PeAdLZjRwZYdZftR7Fx_7ra6DRi9xGpQ8S_ahMjhsjIJ6JTu4-u43J16QFoYeTCm0O6fYviIhQC_aagPTIx-lpw7vyefueBJA3sKBHHzDArnzU2S7xQ4xiUZg/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUmuDCSpwJ-FP0B0T7A5PeAdLZjRwZYdZftR7Fx_7ra6DRi9xGpQ8S_ahMjhsjIJ6JTu4-u43J16QFoYeTCm0O6fYviIhQC_aagPTIx-lpw7vyefueBJA3sKBHHzDArnzU2S7xQ4xiUZg/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427127580797074" border="0" /></a><br />first flight<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU-atPIOItME8p78rLYIrB-lbQ9kHaAPJfnyugJqcGQF3d1SfCCaZYjQKafLNrRD_-FRrjcsvZCJc1IhznPWvkEwdYjAwPm8gdAKtgyy4aDFZIcRK9ZuDJxhVm8WkPFiycb8xTNkcZa0/s1600/IMG_1049.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWU-atPIOItME8p78rLYIrB-lbQ9kHaAPJfnyugJqcGQF3d1SfCCaZYjQKafLNrRD_-FRrjcsvZCJc1IhznPWvkEwdYjAwPm8gdAKtgyy4aDFZIcRK9ZuDJxhVm8WkPFiycb8xTNkcZa0/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427146961633634" border="0" /></a><br />first time in the pool<br /><br />You are a great eater. Almost too good, sometimes as I feel like I can’t keep up with your ever-growing appetite. You gulp down 5 ounces and get absolutely furious when I pause halfway through to burp you. You have developed a very strong preference for the bottle, which is great for when you start daycare next week. You are getting these delicious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pulkies</span>- I kiss them every day.<br /><br />You and Jerry are starting to interact a bit. We help you 'pet' him and he doesn't leave the room every single time you cry now. Slowly we are making progress towards actually acknowledging each other. so far, this is the closest we have gotten:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eT5Lpoe9rdhZ652zSOgfhSm7hi07QGTZ86HSkjpVjFRvDFoKxdyprvbynI77FAo1Rx6MpWAtET7A6y23dLsTsvn7BEXmGAtDZ32q7BaAxEn5pfKmg9XhdGXYMqsm2irIGqgQAO2Bbp8/s1600/IMG_1591.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eT5Lpoe9rdhZ652zSOgfhSm7hi07QGTZ86HSkjpVjFRvDFoKxdyprvbynI77FAo1Rx6MpWAtET7A6y23dLsTsvn7BEXmGAtDZ32q7BaAxEn5pfKmg9XhdGXYMqsm2irIGqgQAO2Bbp8/s400/IMG_1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592257184758082178" border="0" /></a><br />Maya: Can you believe how many pictures my mommy takes?<br />Jerry: Yeah, it's unreal<br />Maya: And the poses she puts us in... it's ridiculous!<br />Jerry: Get used to it kid<br /><br />Going back to work is going to be a lot harder than I had ever imagined. I do look forward to putting on real clothes and having conversations where someone can actually reply to me, but oh man I am going to miss our mornings together. I am savoring our last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">playdates</span> in bed where I hold you, talk to you, feed you, nuzzle with you, tell you how lucky I am to have you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZoawfwuTJMyzVgCzcU8vaZDFwR-OVpzsmY5ge8SkYGbjKudN-Hf3kQFcukNL8h0POUkYC5wA-gr3oKnOknIXai7GXRhLoqenekSzTsZ3oioV6w6JTQ__acqcuS7la3-6tMEP0iz5_XM/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZoawfwuTJMyzVgCzcU8vaZDFwR-OVpzsmY5ge8SkYGbjKudN-Hf3kQFcukNL8h0POUkYC5wA-gr3oKnOknIXai7GXRhLoqenekSzTsZ3oioV6w6JTQ__acqcuS7la3-6tMEP0iz5_XM/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590428840762912274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am also enjoying our afternoon walks which have been getting warmer and brighter. You are getting heavier every day and beginning to react to the warm breezes on your face and the birds chirping around you. I am trying to capture every moment of your discovering the world, your first time touching a flower and the first time you felt the warm Florida sun on your face. I so love rediscovering all these thing with you. Watching you take it all in, the new textures and sounds and smells are amazing. <br /><br />What will you discover next month? What adventures will we have? What will daddy daycare be like? Last week, daddy put you in all kinds of silly hats and took pictures. You loved it! I'm sure you will have a ball with him all week!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsENNA3VfHln46AbsH9fhAGapiOLCpM5jPlTCUtTkYyHY3HbneiYWIDDIKGn1WGOV5KfOtdd7y8YKU867JO9oJJ9NzWhhSXYOcPuDJ_9UMuvfiAkwmT60Keo20bFfXCiBwvh15clBeMk/s1600/silly+hats.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsENNA3VfHln46AbsH9fhAGapiOLCpM5jPlTCUtTkYyHY3HbneiYWIDDIKGn1WGOV5KfOtdd7y8YKU867JO9oJJ9NzWhhSXYOcPuDJ_9UMuvfiAkwmT60Keo20bFfXCiBwvh15clBeMk/s400/silly+hats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594120015193144562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I go back to work today. I know you are in amazing hands and that you will be so happy with Daddy, but I am so going to miss your sweet smiles and giggles and cuddles and your sour milk smell. I can't wait to come home and cover you with kisses and hear all about your day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yODdG9v9IscgnqnMaoe9s7mGi7iu0E__sebQUGpw3mOKRt-ZIZ9ZFX8ZLGVHVRPF9t_iZPv6-AT2GQ6fkkjKryP0S6ByGKXowK6eYEZvvn0BDWSyHJVuIeju7MByLpb6gPTTC6w419c/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yODdG9v9IscgnqnMaoe9s7mGi7iu0E__sebQUGpw3mOKRt-ZIZ9ZFX8ZLGVHVRPF9t_iZPv6-AT2GQ6fkkjKryP0S6ByGKXowK6eYEZvvn0BDWSyHJVuIeju7MByLpb6gPTTC6w419c/s400/IMG_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427952565995186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Love,<br />MommyAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-51492744395840655582011-04-04T19:25:00.007-04:002011-04-04T19:45:58.802-04:00Florida!We went to Florida to visit Maya's SIX Great Grandparents<br /><br />Here is daddy and Maya about to board the plane! Maya did wonderful on her first flight.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWlxCKD6DeuaPTYIgo7jP9xtGSJQtSTkCF-hiGrsnIk8wp4Ebs7wtpJd6Q2K9qv7dtwYjvnJjMFJ0u2c_E0rwGZzmDESzQmpbLQ4dEBLlcCWqJdVZLlSx4Q8C_jnFucPjrL2htXawO5E/s1600/IMG_0856.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWlxCKD6DeuaPTYIgo7jP9xtGSJQtSTkCF-hiGrsnIk8wp4Ebs7wtpJd6Q2K9qv7dtwYjvnJjMFJ0u2c_E0rwGZzmDESzQmpbLQ4dEBLlcCWqJdVZLlSx4Q8C_jnFucPjrL2htXawO5E/s400/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874089590951698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was great to see everyone!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vsB8xwXhgl4KgkXG900QUI6ouPoXcuGMtzhHHivzpu0Nbwn0en_84VARsBCklJWYXcZ8eVL81bkx2ULi2freeYD6TV_2DIVEzOU5HTulOHU9WkyfelWLyvp6lZ-HA73dVEHVCwDsaaw/s1600/IMG_0909.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vsB8xwXhgl4KgkXG900QUI6ouPoXcuGMtzhHHivzpu0Nbwn0en_84VARsBCklJWYXcZ8eVL81bkx2ULi2freeYD6TV_2DIVEzOU5HTulOHU9WkyfelWLyvp6lZ-HA73dVEHVCwDsaaw/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874097896428290" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Koles</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Felders</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9884JOLqQ9EQuox0uwgoYDERWEleyaQnFoMeXMknCBEBVaTNo7ErKVf22Gt1r5GMxO49biaBDzMex1NKwofIqFLLHiT5WhUjQn04mrrruYWxG6KDsNA0TXr84fevqj2cgE1cfgLrTCdE/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9884JOLqQ9EQuox0uwgoYDERWEleyaQnFoMeXMknCBEBVaTNo7ErKVf22Gt1r5GMxO49biaBDzMex1NKwofIqFLLHiT5WhUjQn04mrrruYWxG6KDsNA0TXr84fevqj2cgE1cfgLrTCdE/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874101230786994" border="0" /></a><br />Meeting Great Grandma Sara and Great Grandpa Joe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF685PHhuJR_YM1ueJcLKt_9W7243dDYtxlyB2lUbHGCPwgMJlnJcboUQJ4iBCraXKs50hmk4-3vjLw25cyY-yVZS8_-gjgEf43SYItm60G6oo10-cG1GQzkvw0SVjA1lvU-eu-7SXfxo/s1600/IMG_0892.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF685PHhuJR_YM1ueJcLKt_9W7243dDYtxlyB2lUbHGCPwgMJlnJcboUQJ4iBCraXKs50hmk4-3vjLw25cyY-yVZS8_-gjgEf43SYItm60G6oo10-cG1GQzkvw0SVjA1lvU-eu-7SXfxo/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874093061592770" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Oma</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Opa</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_8LWOOHmd6xAO5DEUBU6fKkkSBLxYKJkcWvrzO94MmhIYxoyMYDXchKvyaO6gSFUQCymSnEE8OyLhZTFlU_NDOVPKfzWG6yPki0FYnzYXcHaEhDS-gJn-MVds1xdjDCOHjy_f2mXdlU/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_8LWOOHmd6xAO5DEUBU6fKkkSBLxYKJkcWvrzO94MmhIYxoyMYDXchKvyaO6gSFUQCymSnEE8OyLhZTFlU_NDOVPKfzWG6yPki0FYnzYXcHaEhDS-gJn-MVds1xdjDCOHjy_f2mXdlU/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591875440972521426" border="0" /></a><br />Bonding with Great Grandma Sara<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQn3OTM_tp2LyDLT5wQM6y4IsY09fKZEUaNHUh7NvaVKHvG-9VmeQwF5-wFZoRpkEDp8uCv3FokWlpHPKBLZTGMKuq2FVgVLI4NX1ExoC4Ekv6GjkU6yikzeGXBTOY-L6x8OpO1ydaDEA/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQn3OTM_tp2LyDLT5wQM6y4IsY09fKZEUaNHUh7NvaVKHvG-9VmeQwF5-wFZoRpkEDp8uCv3FokWlpHPKBLZTGMKuq2FVgVLI4NX1ExoC4Ekv6GjkU6yikzeGXBTOY-L6x8OpO1ydaDEA/s400/IMG_1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874673185886514" border="0" /></a><br />With Great Grandma Rona and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pappa</span> Don<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUSgPHbFPyFh81Cr1vHQsDMj_LT646aNUdW0F-e_BwjPMypO9S2wxl4m4x9NBULqsyHfs_Se_ELnmN3JZaTX94a8hGnTBfF1YevjNFOOOrQjFYl_93nkSRArIu4Sv8Fp5H9424s9Sjw/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUSgPHbFPyFh81Cr1vHQsDMj_LT646aNUdW0F-e_BwjPMypO9S2wxl4m4x9NBULqsyHfs_Se_ELnmN3JZaTX94a8hGnTBfF1YevjNFOOOrQjFYl_93nkSRArIu4Sv8Fp5H9424s9Sjw/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874660970453746" border="0" /></a><br />Maya's pretty dress for Temple on Saturday morning<br /><br />Maya loved going in the pool! She had fun splashing and kicking in the water with...<br /><br />Daddy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcoaTY-IU7R769kgcGadvNg3pqksn_hZHoYD_CZ9TYvS80d5eZ5xh1NE04fhOAAkaTCTcEH7B1odeq5zqTas5hXgzyADgwJ4zqi26MEWtWKVJoPaDDTP17ZojguCN8FDN0AO5dzO4Knc/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcoaTY-IU7R769kgcGadvNg3pqksn_hZHoYD_CZ9TYvS80d5eZ5xh1NE04fhOAAkaTCTcEH7B1odeq5zqTas5hXgzyADgwJ4zqi26MEWtWKVJoPaDDTP17ZojguCN8FDN0AO5dzO4Knc/s400/IMG_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874107160607346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pappa</span> Don!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlD55wf61lProkce5vqWsbUiFMyNYkN0wAYJiy6trpTHYsouVX7ddpwiHS95hmuzPRxIGi3hp26RL8e5C5-2FP4JewNzWLhKfC2kRh128crMfvHVm6DG31MVp3LrjhyCtq78o141xBjyo/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlD55wf61lProkce5vqWsbUiFMyNYkN0wAYJiy6trpTHYsouVX7ddpwiHS95hmuzPRxIGi3hp26RL8e5C5-2FP4JewNzWLhKfC2kRh128crMfvHVm6DG31MVp3LrjhyCtq78o141xBjyo/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874962324784098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Opa</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS_Q7bxuP8GvWiJZ82eAo3EtzHpqXtG6vxtRwWHpNs9YmSlfJeH8iSgqgSjMt3dtxU3i56NuIbSt195Aoi-4r9EpkAUA1b4Siw7fUps4cQad8bgkv9C5HrF-n1IUKYywW9E6pxkNySco/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS_Q7bxuP8GvWiJZ82eAo3EtzHpqXtG6vxtRwWHpNs9YmSlfJeH8iSgqgSjMt3dtxU3i56NuIbSt195Aoi-4r9EpkAUA1b4Siw7fUps4cQad8bgkv9C5HrF-n1IUKYywW9E6pxkNySco/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874679984151314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But swimming is so tiring... Maya was pooped after all that fun<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsW2ReHo8b9LRz61rZITjemg_wpD75iy9ucG0RJe815bi-z9CT8p-nOmR22gUtH7q4RaCtRSuHMN5DwCoxjpZJeMnDhDpzg0ISkDzXKe5UVVl3hAUBhOeQdwXJUnuedIoa5LlLeWEIb2E/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsW2ReHo8b9LRz61rZITjemg_wpD75iy9ucG0RJe815bi-z9CT8p-nOmR22gUtH7q4RaCtRSuHMN5DwCoxjpZJeMnDhDpzg0ISkDzXKe5UVVl3hAUBhOeQdwXJUnuedIoa5LlLeWEIb2E/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874668402711154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maya was absolutely fascinated by all the ceiling fans in every home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQIDBsapsG_WCFiv-QXFXOKX-n3hHn3RiwGRmpRCUN8ipggczzEzQelgKFimelxKY9dmDwnty-pEYizcCQv4qI9-8Rq2NiegxlJV76YfUZAdugkHFpNlaX5pO9UY83ofSw4gVI-OPXJc/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQIDBsapsG_WCFiv-QXFXOKX-n3hHn3RiwGRmpRCUN8ipggczzEzQelgKFimelxKY9dmDwnty-pEYizcCQv4qI9-8Rq2NiegxlJV76YfUZAdugkHFpNlaX5pO9UY83ofSw4gVI-OPXJc/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874659069626290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She also had a bath in the kitchen sink!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxwoWSXzIWikWEVkxgO3-MgZ9e1s0uImWO2TusJdfcZIsQOiTN1gS5v3lir3J54aqUf2YFIig95AqwN58K3IncBbUPd2R9-vs9jraII4G9v3xkVWBR7_A_NAirRxOSTgkxRcG0AgMQ5o/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxwoWSXzIWikWEVkxgO3-MgZ9e1s0uImWO2TusJdfcZIsQOiTN1gS5v3lir3J54aqUf2YFIig95AqwN58K3IncBbUPd2R9-vs9jraII4G9v3xkVWBR7_A_NAirRxOSTgkxRcG0AgMQ5o/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591875437319456850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Florida was a ton of fun and we can't wait to go back in the fall.Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-68161767101389606852011-03-14T19:33:00.014-04:002011-03-14T20:05:34.113-04:00A Visit To Daddy's OfficeThis morning I found a well-rested and very playful Maya in her crib staring at her mobile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsTF73RpevdIGLU-BjeYv9ViqtOhdN_R9lm5nml95fs7utPRgVJZiQ6HU0QVRDjP53B2d8Dey3ZDCYgbA-T9XWnX7Nyhvv5D9Cr2zaZTd3AXEpl_DNsNvYd5fL8G1i7McPSP_lD9QJ3c/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsTF73RpevdIGLU-BjeYv9ViqtOhdN_R9lm5nml95fs7utPRgVJZiQ6HU0QVRDjP53B2d8Dey3ZDCYgbA-T9XWnX7Nyhvv5D9Cr2zaZTd3AXEpl_DNsNvYd5fL8G1i7McPSP_lD9QJ3c/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584085174032362882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We moved the pajama party to Mommy's bed (because I can't fit into her crib) had a silly face contest as we watched Regis and Kelly. Maya won.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHKxyrBjpHA1djVpETYqX9FlUFmykbbCu8HLrerMFw5Y-lN8T6w2D5duvgthAdHXMR2GuNgescTngZx47gT6fP9JegyADZjBUZ0YgWDyRONxqfLtes2_6O6niuveeJBVj0wydYk5S7oU/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHKxyrBjpHA1djVpETYqX9FlUFmykbbCu8HLrerMFw5Y-lN8T6w2D5duvgthAdHXMR2GuNgescTngZx47gT6fP9JegyADZjBUZ0YgWDyRONxqfLtes2_6O6niuveeJBVj0wydYk5S7oU/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584085179272156242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Soon it was time to get dressed because we were going on a big trip downtown to see Daddy at work! Maya took metro for the first time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8g8maT5ub1KgAsbXOY954jFUqNMKDVg6rDbhWRRjOySWmibzCKCHOxuAmnG4GthKzVPb95kpOzVIkbApAWxSketFgec6SbU3xhBnmdEmI_OOLhGjScxp5BAIXYxe4m86OmsNz2o-FsQk/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8g8maT5ub1KgAsbXOY954jFUqNMKDVg6rDbhWRRjOySWmibzCKCHOxuAmnG4GthKzVPb95kpOzVIkbApAWxSketFgec6SbU3xhBnmdEmI_OOLhGjScxp5BAIXYxe4m86OmsNz2o-FsQk/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584085182681567698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We got to Daddy's office and introduced our girl to all of his colleagues and friends. They were so excited to see her!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyMlr502PqEhu_CjbagaYKR4L6oMbafqL-JYEWn9Yyo3zt2bDNWXJSIu1PLRgO1ojj_2e5cKiZ7bGT_j7KvNsgYnfVHtYFdwSB7zRL-7eLQc3J_XlxEB42Av2oSypZSPshbX595vnszI/s1600/IMG_0523.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyMlr502PqEhu_CjbagaYKR4L6oMbafqL-JYEWn9Yyo3zt2bDNWXJSIu1PLRgO1ojj_2e5cKiZ7bGT_j7KvNsgYnfVHtYFdwSB7zRL-7eLQc3J_XlxEB42Av2oSypZSPshbX595vnszI/s400/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584084237579473026" border="0" /></a><br />Visiting Daddy at work!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QOOHMBTncJ8G0rB4MW9ra2Ljxl1B6cMf_urZ7PRdc6z-U0Wv-RlfL_4uaE-9H6C795bafyuZhFlKYX3WDakWLdwMt2ichPYbT0RMLyf2aKWBUCHr5xnVhED1jdoMr1zwbogisIMDY4A/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QOOHMBTncJ8G0rB4MW9ra2Ljxl1B6cMf_urZ7PRdc6z-U0Wv-RlfL_4uaE-9H6C795bafyuZhFlKYX3WDakWLdwMt2ichPYbT0RMLyf2aKWBUCHr5xnVhED1jdoMr1zwbogisIMDY4A/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584088964641759570" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-AUorZ-_uU95lzYCv3pRiEKf9QgnK11klGQ3MPTsWgCtEqRqhvLwcFuScOl6j6_t3nBb06WHa4qcJZKQCfqhYd7aKanDyKY1WWMP9t9FkfsmvrTnF3eWhrAAxG49MbUi6vdqfv_Wi8c/s1600/IMG_0535b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-AUorZ-_uU95lzYCv3pRiEKf9QgnK11klGQ3MPTsWgCtEqRqhvLwcFuScOl6j6_t3nBb06WHa4qcJZKQCfqhYd7aKanDyKY1WWMP9t9FkfsmvrTnF3eWhrAAxG49MbUi6vdqfv_Wi8c/s400/IMG_0535b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584090465068721538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maya even got to sit in Daddy's big chair and make some very important decisions.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9x3S4lY9BYCwYlY6A-ciHmSVnJ6yd_79sfK7nfpHfIIJDDRsmfDtJPeleFOGOc5926ucuI3PH6dyv15zKHUa-LaiAbpJROLeL3doigAyQzccIbqwsuSrF1v1T9mur7dUrm5wIxlbhcQ/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9x3S4lY9BYCwYlY6A-ciHmSVnJ6yd_79sfK7nfpHfIIJDDRsmfDtJPeleFOGOc5926ucuI3PH6dyv15zKHUa-LaiAbpJROLeL3doigAyQzccIbqwsuSrF1v1T9mur7dUrm5wIxlbhcQ/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584084242803341106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Soon Daddy had to go back to actually working, so Mommy took Maya to see a few sights. Here she is in front of the Capitol Building. (Ok its a few blocks away but you can totally still see it)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA0b-qHsJonqF9Q9XxhcTQgSNm7VNxxkzpGRKO8V_LddfN-r8LaZxhuPVdx6XPN1cZrWf2mUKdxx05dNqCyi3vCPhRCEac_0cOVUBqjJnqvmbhd7b_AMOqCQ_G2x-fDTYAfUy4JFmbRI/s1600/IMG_0565.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA0b-qHsJonqF9Q9XxhcTQgSNm7VNxxkzpGRKO8V_LddfN-r8LaZxhuPVdx6XPN1cZrWf2mUKdxx05dNqCyi3vCPhRCEac_0cOVUBqjJnqvmbhd7b_AMOqCQ_G2x-fDTYAfUy4JFmbRI/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584085187119561314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had such a fun and action-packed day! Later this week we are going to Mommy's office, and I hope Maya is as happy and well behaved as she was today!Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-87020418376406466722011-03-11T13:47:00.027-05:002011-03-11T20:15:39.365-05:00Two MonthsDear Maya,<br /><br />My sweet baby girl, this month, you have really woken up. It is an incredible transformation. Your personality is beginning to show and you are such a lovable little cuddlebug but also a feisty little lady.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeUs0oJhT6Zwt66KOqcNkiKlqdZH8FLpVfy43n5fLfhs3vKap_lddjmmtXJ2FECHUh8ogmuNK-Bxd1TfTjfxpSDD1mAj2BDg5g6P0_ka2Gaux2O_GEDQaxXnzalg6Re9ugDQUvHqQYls/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeUs0oJhT6Zwt66KOqcNkiKlqdZH8FLpVfy43n5fLfhs3vKap_lddjmmtXJ2FECHUh8ogmuNK-Bxd1TfTjfxpSDD1mAj2BDg5g6P0_ka2Gaux2O_GEDQaxXnzalg6Re9ugDQUvHqQYls/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582896305983015122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You get furious when daddy or I take your bottle away to burp you. You get lonely when you wake up and nobody is around. You’ve started to stick your tongue out and smile. You are beginning to discover your voice, you coo and grunt. Sometimes you sound like a karate ninja with your sharp “ay ya” and sometimes when you are staring at the changing lights on one of your toys, you squeal with a delightful “haiiiiiii”!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKKFxusvwfvOEDIe9Kup95cZCKV8KaaurcXfz0EGVAg5sfYDrQrfMzgGraaYn5VgjdIrtkHgE5dxux8qcwn9xgBRF2KvaQnzWWH1CaMZP7CXnYLrEvLKktJvyNfPgUaBqg7K_2rfy8E4/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKKFxusvwfvOEDIe9Kup95cZCKV8KaaurcXfz0EGVAg5sfYDrQrfMzgGraaYn5VgjdIrtkHgE5dxux8qcwn9xgBRF2KvaQnzWWH1CaMZP7CXnYLrEvLKktJvyNfPgUaBqg7K_2rfy8E4/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582896317608808626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Most mornings, I unwrap your warm little swaddle and hold you to my chest. As I lift you up, you arch your back, pull your clenched fists to your chest and mush your face into the sweetest little wake up stretch faces. You move your head back and forth and squeak and stare at my face to say “hello!”. But every now and then you greet the day by screaming your head off like I am the worst mommy on the planet and someone needs to please please come rescue you from this terrible crib prison and would you JUST FEED ME ALREADY. Then you gulp down your breakfast and you turn back into the Maya I love. No matter what mood you wake up in, I truly love our mornings together. I love cuddling with you in bed, watching tv and singing songs. I love it when you smile and even more when you smile at me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8eGRAv5tsJwQaopBVUKHdc7h5KO1VshdZcBxCpc1U_x9RsXAFmp23O729ElEN_p5iA9T80FyeahWuTadNiu_FQuEUv77UZkDGmAB34yhfmjtw7e7YS3tcBY9ugoTAoDT0TcSkFyy7ws/s1600/IMG_9814.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8eGRAv5tsJwQaopBVUKHdc7h5KO1VshdZcBxCpc1U_x9RsXAFmp23O729ElEN_p5iA9T80FyeahWuTadNiu_FQuEUv77UZkDGmAB34yhfmjtw7e7YS3tcBY9ugoTAoDT0TcSkFyy7ws/s400/IMG_9814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582898049442260418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your have started to notice things around you like the changing lights above your rainforest play mat and you love staring at your brightly colored butterfly puppet. You hear birds chirping on our walks. The other day you followed Daddy with your eyes as he walked across you on the couch and held onto the rattle we placed into your (left!) hand. Your smiles and reactions to my kisses and tickles and songs make my whole day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOZ_-KenczOKtODvQAKAgecAi9B3gGU5XKKX7X5YngPlQheZu7VizRrbnN9G6ELApioATyyVTmWhHT28GewswMvpCA4wY91dS9pF6cqBtb4TWqWdZgzhxWk_RyBRhrUeFeIq7xa4Pg0o/s1600/IMG_9812.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOZ_-KenczOKtODvQAKAgecAi9B3gGU5XKKX7X5YngPlQheZu7VizRrbnN9G6ELApioATyyVTmWhHT28GewswMvpCA4wY91dS9pF6cqBtb4TWqWdZgzhxWk_RyBRhrUeFeIq7xa4Pg0o/s400/IMG_9812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582896322683271666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You aren’t into the pacifier or sucking your thumb, you prefer to stick your whole hand in your mouth. Quite the talent.<br /><br />You are a wonderful sleeper and I am thankful for that. You usually sleep from 8-2 and then 2:30-6. Sometimes I can even get you back down for another stretch until 7:30 or 8. There are some nights it’s so much fun reading a book with Daddy you don’t want to go to bed. He rocks you in the chair and sings to you and soothes you in your dimly lit room until your little eyelids get heavy. He is so sweet and patient with you, his darling baby girl. I am regularly touched at what an adoring daddy he is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWUgW_gwpO_55kE9drUErANshlG2XbphhbvQwwq8O-E4Bgi1q1IeoICMjIdNf39rtuqhEhbFrPm4KrwfHcK9Q64LQ7e3myjO0xGn4ZNn0qF4b6SQfOKNAY_EuOyQ24awADDq01qfRSiA/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWUgW_gwpO_55kE9drUErANshlG2XbphhbvQwwq8O-E4Bgi1q1IeoICMjIdNf39rtuqhEhbFrPm4KrwfHcK9Q64LQ7e3myjO0xGn4ZNn0qF4b6SQfOKNAY_EuOyQ24awADDq01qfRSiA/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582898074495959602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Speaking of time with daddy, tummy time with him is paying off because you can lift your head and chest up while lying on his stomach. Your head wobbly but you can also sit propped up for a few seconds, you are such a strong girl!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AUaIR9Pj_01Br48YwmBYvVy8hzZgCjkY2YExR8Tnz_xxKFsg4v1dbpzwDAJ-GqnkcpHQLJvGlTVoNmnaO0Np2p_QVvb4aef-gBmvkpe2GfyVpExfLTUwHGYe6uI1bwSNt4Mv5PrmIEU/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AUaIR9Pj_01Br48YwmBYvVy8hzZgCjkY2YExR8Tnz_xxKFsg4v1dbpzwDAJ-GqnkcpHQLJvGlTVoNmnaO0Np2p_QVvb4aef-gBmvkpe2GfyVpExfLTUwHGYe6uI1bwSNt4Mv5PrmIEU/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582995496638619842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVp5kaKiH4EYTAxws7yMWBYRdK4y1IcczKtGhL9IZjl3fWmx5Vw2ST4xQJwcU8GWAZ2s2cu4SoQ9ueq0pc_Y3fFtr7gq30nDju7Vj6uk0I2eiZLnN8AsjW_LwZ5jNB7GWgcPz6NYghdw/s1600/IMG_9716.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVp5kaKiH4EYTAxws7yMWBYRdK4y1IcczKtGhL9IZjl3fWmx5Vw2ST4xQJwcU8GWAZ2s2cu4SoQ9ueq0pc_Y3fFtr7gq30nDju7Vj6uk0I2eiZLnN8AsjW_LwZ5jNB7GWgcPz6NYghdw/s400/IMG_9716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582993298037596178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Your neck strength isn’t the only thing developing. You can hold eye contact and I get lost in those sweet eyes. Sometimes you flail and swipe your arms aimlessly around- what are you trying to grab onto? You look like you are directing planes on a tarmac or an orchestra.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjgUNW8cWISqaf28uwkHSdl0OMTmokUfhyt6xqfVcdRLd4Bo8FGEQcp9VoA5fYLk5csLrSOrpDQwkPI08cNDPtq4XpfnpgVhpH2mGG9kxH7oGRG_MhfOdBNl0RjpQO6G2ECWsg6k8Pjw/s1600/IMG_9629.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjgUNW8cWISqaf28uwkHSdl0OMTmokUfhyt6xqfVcdRLd4Bo8FGEQcp9VoA5fYLk5csLrSOrpDQwkPI08cNDPtq4XpfnpgVhpH2mGG9kxH7oGRG_MhfOdBNl0RjpQO6G2ECWsg6k8Pjw/s400/IMG_9629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582898063858778994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You have your difficult moments; like your mommy you are in a great mood in the morning but as the afternoons wear on you get a little cranky. Although I sometimes wish you came with a neato decoder ring, I try to remind myself that your fussy times are much fewer than the playful ones and it won’t be long again until you are nuzzling sweetly in my arms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTVc_cqNURwLFQ2137Yq5IM7aLBi6gGDCQpLSBRFfOy0LZq1e4akORzr38WDBUz5TfWYmJvoy7FT42sxVO7ZbYHtLnlfslCYdwmMfQWKmIxYvi-RCFi1CE-ly0JBvJnbytQadrQOkx3U/s1600/IMG_9960.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTVc_cqNURwLFQ2137Yq5IM7aLBi6gGDCQpLSBRFfOy0LZq1e4akORzr38WDBUz5TfWYmJvoy7FT42sxVO7ZbYHtLnlfslCYdwmMfQWKmIxYvi-RCFi1CE-ly0JBvJnbytQadrQOkx3U/s400/IMG_9960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582993295856035938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Its funny what everyday household sounds get a reaction from you. Especially running water- whether in the sink or the shower, it really seems to calm you down. You get upset when you think you are alone; often times just hearing me say “I love you sweet girl” from across the room will get you to relax.<br /><br />My days now are not measured by meetings or the congressional calendar, you, my sweet girl are the boss. Our daily activities are based more on your moods and bodily functions than any semblance of a schedule. It is exhausting and dirty and never ever predictable- but I absolutely love it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu9Ter9hTCXFC1TRee-afFen5NzFkfUo_cXNRhUebsPm0L4LgC6pqMABKw83wcffKRrCNN6IOf7w6zNkYCg6i7UGlZr6Ri88hwWzyNLaN0z08CJIovunJ1Ti35r39lzZ1_tZRg8QzLcs/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu9Ter9hTCXFC1TRee-afFen5NzFkfUo_cXNRhUebsPm0L4LgC6pqMABKw83wcffKRrCNN6IOf7w6zNkYCg6i7UGlZr6Ri88hwWzyNLaN0z08CJIovunJ1Ti35r39lzZ1_tZRg8QzLcs/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582896299050292482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am smitten with you, my little one. I’m addicted. Your smiles make my heart race. I cant get enough of your delicious little rolls of fat in your legs. And those feet? They were just made for kissing. My little monkey, my stinkbug, my sweet baby girl. How did I live without you for so long? I love you so very much.<br /><br />Love, MommyAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-87360572029328025052011-03-01T20:31:00.005-05:002011-03-01T20:44:27.261-05:00Seven Weeks/ Tuesday Night Photo FunMaya is a whopping seven weeks old today! She was in a really playful mood this evening before bed so we took a few pictures and even caught a laugh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByAuJpK1lDxJHTR9g6xusBSLaWCKqcXG4HN5yE8UqmWWhmuHKSnakobw1dUoSzsta7GvmAH2RTv4z5dW03vFsHz-f5OSb9HWnvCCdkef4EvJZb1_GdmZdFbUi17nzKeNzrjWvU3t7MCQ/s1600/IMG_9778.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByAuJpK1lDxJHTR9g6xusBSLaWCKqcXG4HN5yE8UqmWWhmuHKSnakobw1dUoSzsta7GvmAH2RTv4z5dW03vFsHz-f5OSb9HWnvCCdkef4EvJZb1_GdmZdFbUi17nzKeNzrjWvU3t7MCQ/s400/IMG_9778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579289420203999602" border="0" /></a><br />beginning if a smile<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptcElefb0C_rdnat13PKf5tD-yYk_0ml2mC6PslcekY_RZRqkq5nqd5XultOPKP6pXZjU0raHm_j8dOtUfJfS7KH4dJ3AajNU0Da7U4kVtGVjBhzHGfywWM-vIpgQJ9oFUBDY_OAmOkw/s1600/IMG_9779.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptcElefb0C_rdnat13PKf5tD-yYk_0ml2mC6PslcekY_RZRqkq5nqd5XultOPKP6pXZjU0raHm_j8dOtUfJfS7KH4dJ3AajNU0Da7U4kVtGVjBhzHGfywWM-vIpgQJ9oFUBDY_OAmOkw/s400/IMG_9779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579289422164251538" border="0" /></a><br />cracking herself up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8OAAiOXE_JzHdnM_Sclmquiui4Yi0zybth2gSlMsT4Bjzj2fMfS-CTRw6MytMmsDXoaBU4LjNXVNrxSKK2D1j77SOXwxwKShb5zPbDOa52lI5MiduO6v7RZgP4IPxhIO4xP-uU84UZ8/s1600/IMG_9780.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8OAAiOXE_JzHdnM_Sclmquiui4Yi0zybth2gSlMsT4Bjzj2fMfS-CTRw6MytMmsDXoaBU4LjNXVNrxSKK2D1j77SOXwxwKShb5zPbDOa52lI5MiduO6v7RZgP4IPxhIO4xP-uU84UZ8/s400/IMG_9780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579289429295215426" border="0" /></a><br />she knows she is adorable<br /><br />I love this girl so much I cover her with kisses all day long!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HWdmXqlWZaln4R6HLo67q53Kkj8VqKKLAGhuMmGACYHeWF3-oCYK5FMdUha_lQJoqNwiEQ4lSRvyXGwClzXvpIjB1O_leqltxcLIeY44zBZOxFHMHgLfqO0wxQfTJ7HABQwf2T7wd3w/s1600/IMG_9813.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HWdmXqlWZaln4R6HLo67q53Kkj8VqKKLAGhuMmGACYHeWF3-oCYK5FMdUha_lQJoqNwiEQ4lSRvyXGwClzXvpIjB1O_leqltxcLIeY44zBZOxFHMHgLfqO0wxQfTJ7HABQwf2T7wd3w/s400/IMG_9813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579289433718614338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />AND... as an added bonus, she held onto her rattle!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzyz2Qw8qO9x8yX8J6LBAAFPs9EdYB8RR5LwmFkQUYj1IH11TPkeNYiZQ30YarLx2YUKHSZ0BWvo4-0NU7bSpe1xV0dhyphenhyphenJWaTR-OfemozDl2ulQRzUYeqw_MuNU6qSzFIYdVPulRhQ_w/s1600/IMG_9812.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzyz2Qw8qO9x8yX8J6LBAAFPs9EdYB8RR5LwmFkQUYj1IH11TPkeNYiZQ30YarLx2YUKHSZ0BWvo4-0NU7bSpe1xV0dhyphenhyphenJWaTR-OfemozDl2ulQRzUYeqw_MuNU6qSzFIYdVPulRhQ_w/s400/IMG_9812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579289575583638754" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-18627541339844380742011-02-25T19:29:00.008-05:002011-02-25T19:36:05.005-05:00Another One Bites The DustWell, we’ve hit a milestone. Yes, I am actually blogging again and yes, Maya is starting to coo and smile (which, YAY!) but the milestone I am talking about is none of these. Are you ready? My baby girl has outgrown her first outfit. Yep, she is a-growin’ and there’s nothing I can do about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwT30cLmFqSQ_TqnD_zlW4CDgttM7S6nY-ZamoPy0CNFej4Cyw4E7NYtofpCXpZYSMpAHzgjtSOGerYm6r35kLR8XXwvhwI6lujfyo8Vox6m-MSqGMwGnArFs1OyVhsZEXoRjq_DzXX8/s1600/IMG_9206.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwT30cLmFqSQ_TqnD_zlW4CDgttM7S6nY-ZamoPy0CNFej4Cyw4E7NYtofpCXpZYSMpAHzgjtSOGerYm6r35kLR8XXwvhwI6lujfyo8Vox6m-MSqGMwGnArFs1OyVhsZEXoRjq_DzXX8/s400/IMG_9206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577789367570010514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Despite her ‘lazy eater’ label and diminutive size (seriously, who thought I would have a skinny child?!) I knew she’s growing.<span style=""> </span>I could feel her getting heavier in my arms and she has started to develop those delicious baby fat rolls in her legs.<span style=""> </span>Still, I didn’t realize how much bigger she had gotten until I put her in one of my favorite onesies and the minute she lifted her legs the snaps on the bottom popped open.<span style=""> </span>I thought maybe I had put it on her wrong… but no. Babygirl has officially left this outfit in the dust. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgvlBp_TtmA8qJp_urEmoUm89DUHHfoSyzZ3YHv1j28vC-qKGq1a7ZTs0HNXKtfJyHi9FPM7gWmPoZknNFRV6J5LvBVHiu4L_pe7gqrjjF1qnZ7rSA4_N3DxnhP2v6yX6W8WPsaFowQs/s1600/IMG_9650.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgvlBp_TtmA8qJp_urEmoUm89DUHHfoSyzZ3YHv1j28vC-qKGq1a7ZTs0HNXKtfJyHi9FPM7gWmPoZknNFRV6J5LvBVHiu4L_pe7gqrjjF1qnZ7rSA4_N3DxnhP2v6yX6W8WPsaFowQs/s400/IMG_9650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577788955064225986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I hate it, but I guess I'm going to have to get used to this sort of thing.Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-19664791897857513992011-02-10T21:19:00.025-05:002011-02-11T17:10:24.509-05:00One Month!Dear Maya,<br /><br />My sweet little girl, I can’t believe how fast the days have flown by. At the end of this first month together, I feel like on the one hand you were born just yesterday. On the other hand, I cannot imagine life without you. It feels like you’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> been a part of our family forever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7ft-9oHgQMSZRp-MPelImryFhZf0aUjVbvekXspDzNrXART5m2S2vFklwF2ZjOyU7a_E1g5UCIvI8z186brQiFhZRLAz_hhG5H5OSfA_DcYd3Aa1tc6WU1RoYIlMm8TCoRWg1qrhvVQ/s1600/IMG_7738.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7ft-9oHgQMSZRp-MPelImryFhZf0aUjVbvekXspDzNrXART5m2S2vFklwF2ZjOyU7a_E1g5UCIvI8z186brQiFhZRLAz_hhG5H5OSfA_DcYd3Aa1tc6WU1RoYIlMm8TCoRWg1qrhvVQ/s400/IMG_7738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572251648134869554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When they told us you were a girl, I immediately burst into tears. To hear your sharp wail and see your perfect round face, it made time stand still. When they placed you into your daddy’s arms, I could not imagine a more perfect place on earth to be. We kept saying your name over and over again and telling you how much we love you and that we were so happy to finally meet you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaexo4xhQl-ByKBu-3_gAQ-jlsBvtGTHvq2-2zUNRmc-e18zQoIqMDdzC-So1OlPFRhv7i3nrOchrqAdPwQpT5NBgIuaX0QM7s8crVmsSBmFNMTML0eQ4MBajk63UC5lXl46c15ZxiEa4/s1600/IMG_8117.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaexo4xhQl-ByKBu-3_gAQ-jlsBvtGTHvq2-2zUNRmc-e18zQoIqMDdzC-So1OlPFRhv7i3nrOchrqAdPwQpT5NBgIuaX0QM7s8crVmsSBmFNMTML0eQ4MBajk63UC5lXl46c15ZxiEa4/s400/IMG_8117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572251652938322722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjRe2VPcJKf2QA57fYADkPTwa-BwtlYR-F_3SzgAXrAK83z_lwl6Zi9SAk1pc46KA_LQXxEet5rvpL2ZFwiiFrf9ytmrXSYw0iy0qWKAomkQmktTV0rf4zJFBIiQU50iyrlfa_vxrNcQ/s1600/IMG_8455.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjRe2VPcJKf2QA57fYADkPTwa-BwtlYR-F_3SzgAXrAK83z_lwl6Zi9SAk1pc46KA_LQXxEet5rvpL2ZFwiiFrf9ytmrXSYw0iy0qWKAomkQmktTV0rf4zJFBIiQU50iyrlfa_vxrNcQ/s400/IMG_8455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572251665499302610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I thought I’d miss feeling your little kicks inside me, but I don’t. I love holding you in my arms and looking into your big beautiful blue eyes. I love kissing your cheeks and smelling your sweet baby smell. I love our quiet time in the mornings as we watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tv</span> in bed together and I love our sunny afternoons playing in the living room on your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rain forest</span> play mat. I even love our late nights rocking back and forth in the glider- everyone keeps telling me that I should appreciate every moment with you, even the fussy ones and I absolutely do. You will never be this tiny again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKhxGBo0s_2QqU8dpmhYdHQ7pH0bFNcH0xiKpM9Tk4_Z7f9LqDXENBRhKMtd8xBqrGtsxZK9B_Q6qoGFEb56c1wIiMRc-2Wxvk6LMk2dLDP7i-nkLCFJPASgr40oXBgHjZWzSyj5JqwQ/s1600/IMG_9096.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKhxGBo0s_2QqU8dpmhYdHQ7pH0bFNcH0xiKpM9Tk4_Z7f9LqDXENBRhKMtd8xBqrGtsxZK9B_Q6qoGFEb56c1wIiMRc-2Wxvk6LMk2dLDP7i-nkLCFJPASgr40oXBgHjZWzSyj5JqwQ/s400/IMG_9096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253298290330498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You open your eyes more and more each day, gazing at lights and turning your head to look around at the big bright world. You’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ve</span> begun focusing on close up faces and you're becoming more alert every day. It seems that each hour your personality develops a bit more!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEiyLqHZmcy3uW7CHgAVYXxT61NaPkFnuvEiH7y8rGD195hEs4ZA743UPsC0E3HtjEk0CkG0B5VhTL2mpJddAukE4vjOL7ZAToO3M8Pb82EAfribn7gQp52GIWc-5J2dY9u_WZEZhJXk/s1600/M.Ehrlich-504.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEiyLqHZmcy3uW7CHgAVYXxT61NaPkFnuvEiH7y8rGD195hEs4ZA743UPsC0E3HtjEk0CkG0B5VhTL2mpJddAukE4vjOL7ZAToO3M8Pb82EAfribn7gQp52GIWc-5J2dY9u_WZEZhJXk/s400/M.Ehrlich-504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253306365826914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You have different types of cries and sounds that I am still figuring out. There is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">snorty</span> dramatic head flailing back and forth feed me cry and the long strong lamb-like cry that means you're uncomfortable. You don’t cry much when you are wet or dirty… maybe you haven’t figured out those cries yet. You sigh deeply when you are eating, and you make this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ooooh</span> sound when you are soothed. You love being held and kissed and talked to. You love music at night, especially your Jerry Garcia kids’ songs. Your sneezes are just the most adorable thing I have ever heard, but you burp and fart like a grown man. We will have to work on those before high school.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLRT-MwU32stzY_tT8u7Y6PIOZe0Gp6M9Qlh7PNqqkD3jWtA-Pe1RQ3Htz8c1Kz-YCDRGtptmp7Ljj6ofs6_XvPjmuX1_0zxEjWU_d1LZfUlzyAu_vgtln-OirGTsdyw3L4cGaTKmhAM/s1600/IMG_9008.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLRT-MwU32stzY_tT8u7Y6PIOZe0Gp6M9Qlh7PNqqkD3jWtA-Pe1RQ3Htz8c1Kz-YCDRGtptmp7Ljj6ofs6_XvPjmuX1_0zxEjWU_d1LZfUlzyAu_vgtln-OirGTsdyw3L4cGaTKmhAM/s400/IMG_9008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572260440941083042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWJ0Yx2xN9N1L5uBhnaBXNbgOiiDo763FnzRrzl7UbplBYCi7WEWn7fyra8iLOIwr6BEKJ99786GmzdK6CHCkBaDyXy5XnaHJ7p39zAHNJIQKQdvetGW2V5_5RxJ-Hg8NMdzN6KPEsLk/s1600/IMG_8933.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWJ0Yx2xN9N1L5uBhnaBXNbgOiiDo763FnzRrzl7UbplBYCi7WEWn7fyra8iLOIwr6BEKJ99786GmzdK6CHCkBaDyXy5XnaHJ7p39zAHNJIQKQdvetGW2V5_5RxJ-Hg8NMdzN6KPEsLk/s400/IMG_8933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572259910686922946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You love your bath- or should I say your bath spa experience. You lay there like a movie star at a Hollywood day spa in the bubbly water letting me wash your feet and tummy and neck. You seem to really enjoy it when I wash your hair; maybe it’s because you know that an awesome moisturizer massage is coming up. You really sleep well after baths too. It's a good thing you like the bath, because this month we have had dozens of huge spit ups as well as projectile poops and pees and spit-ups.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprVpwKV2Ar8yauNj8yj3yn4LYlAZ0nrdryG6N7h3POLDs9z5C3Ka55e9lP4EJcoWlPdsC9VfUWgE0leh3GLnbUZG1jqWSo8GFekFc0nbP6s13skkma93dIpm-P-fDb-N6rJ9NFxBDLFo/s1600/I+Love+Bathtime.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprVpwKV2Ar8yauNj8yj3yn4LYlAZ0nrdryG6N7h3POLDs9z5C3Ka55e9lP4EJcoWlPdsC9VfUWgE0leh3GLnbUZG1jqWSo8GFekFc0nbP6s13skkma93dIpm-P-fDb-N6rJ9NFxBDLFo/s400/I+Love+Bathtime.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572255392766754258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I just love our little family; I love watching daddy come home and give you kisses. Seeing the way he loves you makes me so proud to be your mommy. I knew David would be an amazing dad- but I was unprepared for the consuming love he has for both of us now. I smile as he reads to you at night and I can’t stop taking pictures of you napping on his chest. He loves to do tummy time with you and feed you and give you big kisses. I look forward to him coming home in the evenings so we can have family time, but I also cherish our time alone together during the afternoons and at night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUudfjG3weNzk3x2WZARtw51ZygJuIhZklt5JGLXb2VuKq5HKANiBF8L7vOZKhhSjI0SgYdjJV9I_UCvDLSsJYh3HxdqhZPlXV5DPZ_BV7rdCwyrKpVtlBsWNuCjFliFTgDiCmy9kAOM4/s1600/IMG_9003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUudfjG3weNzk3x2WZARtw51ZygJuIhZklt5JGLXb2VuKq5HKANiBF8L7vOZKhhSjI0SgYdjJV9I_UCvDLSsJYh3HxdqhZPlXV5DPZ_BV7rdCwyrKpVtlBsWNuCjFliFTgDiCmy9kAOM4/s400/IMG_9003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253291223747410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I stare at your ever changing face and try to memorize the feeling of your small weight in my arms. I listen to your sighs and squeaks as you eat and try to store away this feeling of love as I hold you close to me. I can’t wait to know who you are and what you will be like. I look at your hands and wonder what they will hold, what your first words will be, what you will like to do. But at the same time I want to pause you at four weeks old forever. My beautiful sweet little girl Maya, you are so precious to me. I will love you forever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiDIUwOKWRxkl3F0Nuk0T5ZnkFJ825_QNhuDCdpHosT0uxvvqAcWyGmiWrwaRGgSWZFVDClBDf0MqvVf_-ik70HrT1enoEysuqLE6AhOAtM2gkq2k-k5iDywbD-rmhdCxB5OYLK-2_lI/s1600/M.Ehrlich-591.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiDIUwOKWRxkl3F0Nuk0T5ZnkFJ825_QNhuDCdpHosT0uxvvqAcWyGmiWrwaRGgSWZFVDClBDf0MqvVf_-ik70HrT1enoEysuqLE6AhOAtM2gkq2k-k5iDywbD-rmhdCxB5OYLK-2_lI/s400/M.Ehrlich-591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253580272532306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6F8f5kLvQ8NJV9KjbcJB4KX248eMgbT34rNYzQ22Yiw-kqh495GAcPBySsbdgJxaopatAzFxk8HwW8W7KCq3GLCaElr0VeO-CTS_f0V-RlD4pkZxKOutdv-9E-QtIr9_ac1cPYql9PbQ/s1600/M.Ehrlich-556.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6F8f5kLvQ8NJV9KjbcJB4KX248eMgbT34rNYzQ22Yiw-kqh495GAcPBySsbdgJxaopatAzFxk8HwW8W7KCq3GLCaElr0VeO-CTS_f0V-RlD4pkZxKOutdv-9E-QtIr9_ac1cPYql9PbQ/s400/M.Ehrlich-556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253574182467570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maya, each day brings something new for me to love about you. Sometimes I wish I could hit pause and take more time to watch you play, nuzzle my nose in your neck and cover you with kisses. But then I wouldn't get to the next day and see what you discover next. Even after a long night, each day has been more wonderful than the last.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLJ5bJPNB8ZBniAj8iOyPMukgRZjou4Sur_B6Y3VhCREcaNyVKmqUJ9rnZnIIDep00DutSlOr2d_iVINBLrYZ5qQzcFn9zF6H9J3pU_LIUwG-flr8_nBlJ1HqDOrGpw6csXDRQfjuKGk/s1600/M.Ehrlich-613.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLJ5bJPNB8ZBniAj8iOyPMukgRZjou4Sur_B6Y3VhCREcaNyVKmqUJ9rnZnIIDep00DutSlOr2d_iVINBLrYZ5qQzcFn9zF6H9J3pU_LIUwG-flr8_nBlJ1HqDOrGpw6csXDRQfjuKGk/s400/M.Ehrlich-613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253582575812386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Before you, I knew about love, but not this kind. This kind is enormous. There has never been a better feeling than falling for you, my sweetie. You are so full of possibility. I hope I am capable of showing you all you can be and do in this life. I am so proud to be your mom and I am so grateful for you.<br /><br />Love,<br />Mommy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMF205vu_sOFTcDAj9u9nPbgyap79kcke2_F3Sj_GO0VecWz8GUaGBdLOt6Epf-VFDyLZrWpb4lonbn3iCYv9txEh78cm3v5pTf2PS3TUavryATYKQIbD83Mvh0tQzvujrJ6IEAFU_Y0/s1600/M.Ehrlich-672-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMF205vu_sOFTcDAj9u9nPbgyap79kcke2_F3Sj_GO0VecWz8GUaGBdLOt6Epf-VFDyLZrWpb4lonbn3iCYv9txEh78cm3v5pTf2PS3TUavryATYKQIbD83Mvh0tQzvujrJ6IEAFU_Y0/s400/M.Ehrlich-672-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253598564267922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9k796ithPwuz0tuVm1doAxB246o_Z71dvjMGM7ojj9n2gr9QojpsVRR9fogqlU8DD6FN5lX6MnHJb8z414c9BPFM0GFh-qIScQtcYwDzMpzrSZu63QnCY_Etd0n6S0N_WiTo8IzMYtk/s1600/M.Ehrlich-622-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9k796ithPwuz0tuVm1doAxB246o_Z71dvjMGM7ojj9n2gr9QojpsVRR9fogqlU8DD6FN5lX6MnHJb8z414c9BPFM0GFh-qIScQtcYwDzMpzrSZu63QnCY_Etd0n6S0N_WiTo8IzMYtk/s400/M.Ehrlich-622-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253591643086210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFmZtYuKONkpabjMfCUXWAVrveE6Gb-3-IyTqtuzJS25z-KQ_elbzzlq6k5mEtuXuAQ9q2Tj-G4-DFV7bJjLuUMfOi4utQjnTHZY3HTk3U1SjQvsEQTGgnJXAKw753miFOypz6l20sjM/s1600/M.Ehrlich-522.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFmZtYuKONkpabjMfCUXWAVrveE6Gb-3-IyTqtuzJS25z-KQ_elbzzlq6k5mEtuXuAQ9q2Tj-G4-DFV7bJjLuUMfOi4utQjnTHZY3HTk3U1SjQvsEQTGgnJXAKw753miFOypz6l20sjM/s400/M.Ehrlich-522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572253313819437458" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-70700351854998570692011-01-31T09:57:00.003-05:002011-01-31T10:03:15.238-05:00Newborn Photo SlideshowSo this whole parenting thing... it takes up a lot of time! Who knew?!<br /><br />Everyone is doing great, Maya is an absolute joy and I get lost in her beautiful eyes and big smiles. Today is our first day as "just the two of us" and so far there have been no calamities.<br /><br />I promise to get better about posting new pictures, developments and milestones in the coming days. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this video: <a href="http://animoto.com/play/vj1pFPfzx6o8UEaBVnSd0w">Maya Hazel Ehrlich.</a><br /><br />Thank again to <a href="http://www.brookebready.com/">Brooke Bready</a> for the portraits.Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-60359371077510308272011-01-18T05:35:00.008-05:002011-01-18T06:48:51.651-05:00Introducing...No, I did not fall off the face of the earth, things have just been a little hectic 'round these parts because...<br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">It's a girl!!<br /></div><br />With much love and excitement, we are proud to announce the arrival of our daughter: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Maya Hazel Ehrlich</span>. Born on Tuesday, January 11, 2011 at 12:24 pm at Sibley Memorial Hospital in Washington, DC, she is healthy, full of life, and absolutely gorgeous. Maya was 7 lb 5oz and 18 1/4 inches long. Below is our first family photo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXGHnztS_tDsRDAXX1iumcnQfHkyMpx1XGAdeU7ohsL9oCoasITOQMsimcMVsnMu_B5nJbDQsfNpwYrtBeBURg3-bxttK_0Y_HkuNjg8j7GGTHwSY3mAGSw0H_BX20CZSo3xDur7k_J8/s1600/IMG_7738.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXGHnztS_tDsRDAXX1iumcnQfHkyMpx1XGAdeU7ohsL9oCoasITOQMsimcMVsnMu_B5nJbDQsfNpwYrtBeBURg3-bxttK_0Y_HkuNjg8j7GGTHwSY3mAGSw0H_BX20CZSo3xDur7k_J8/s400/IMG_7738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473262525198642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maya is named after my Great Grandpa Morris and David’s Great Uncle Herman. Both men played a significant role in our lives and those of our families.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilciEUm6AeOqAuL2y86lPz04fIjxmpfXdrWffoz4QXwtvkYO8UnI_TWACW0A58SEwZu6vz7gQREpSujl0wiFunpTr2tUZn5wDFw6hBOpFiqPtEI5SA0Md6yRCCOxH6LKZgvSOlRsmnBcw/s1600/IMG_7981.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilciEUm6AeOqAuL2y86lPz04fIjxmpfXdrWffoz4QXwtvkYO8UnI_TWACW0A58SEwZu6vz7gQREpSujl0wiFunpTr2tUZn5wDFw6hBOpFiqPtEI5SA0Md6yRCCOxH6LKZgvSOlRsmnBcw/s400/IMG_7981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473265786452210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The name Maya has several meanings. Our favorite explanation is that the name has been derived from the Greek expression meaning 'Great' because she is our absolute greatest joy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XtPtokw-oAxi-CvrB7jD7KGWcWLUxSDM0XV7Uci3xB9eEmnJsuyaRFYqtrThmh_u_QGx-UADEraaGhCthinEi4dl4177TEszJ46Ks9_p3MifibvFxdr5ttfCvaJ1_lHC4BGCVsOEORA/s1600/IMG_8117.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XtPtokw-oAxi-CvrB7jD7KGWcWLUxSDM0XV7Uci3xB9eEmnJsuyaRFYqtrThmh_u_QGx-UADEraaGhCthinEi4dl4177TEszJ46Ks9_p3MifibvFxdr5ttfCvaJ1_lHC4BGCVsOEORA/s400/IMG_8117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473271412700018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We came home on Saturday afternoon. Everyone is doing great, and both of us are so in love with our little girl.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6Y3n1iEPpNcaGnKiBSU7LF_C04Jd9Cq0fraidnfEvMUbvp8U4wR0nxEwP2-MZWr6KDZx1gGgsSq_RU3XFMx-VjSx22jtMuUn7fMc174Szv2y7N2_I0xtDpVP2v_Y-FN1_bNA53hD1cU/s1600/IMG_8534.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6Y3n1iEPpNcaGnKiBSU7LF_C04Jd9Cq0fraidnfEvMUbvp8U4wR0nxEwP2-MZWr6KDZx1gGgsSq_RU3XFMx-VjSx22jtMuUn7fMc174Szv2y7N2_I0xtDpVP2v_Y-FN1_bNA53hD1cU/s400/IMG_8534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473894282225570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1N2LW2h1Cxm1TyA_N-Dlp-R8ppgvOaKUaRSZ1JEs1PLYC3Y5n3hOTyj4cyB9-Tco0UVNrkemjZHacsdiFQM052a0UUyoE2QMc6zjUkrF1gm1XrvfIISq-bS1ngRhplBtns8d9Vdoxnw/s1600/IMG_8536.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1N2LW2h1Cxm1TyA_N-Dlp-R8ppgvOaKUaRSZ1JEs1PLYC3Y5n3hOTyj4cyB9-Tco0UVNrkemjZHacsdiFQM052a0UUyoE2QMc6zjUkrF1gm1XrvfIISq-bS1ngRhplBtns8d9Vdoxnw/s400/IMG_8536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473897818813698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday, we gave Maya her Hebrew name, Miriam Ronit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36pfq2ynMAY7ov_HfH92fyNpN0YpII4ztONywuYVBQv4mOvdmS0irplbzl6S8HNa1IWuX9JWTq0IjiPfZt1o9v1QKDlseU1RajmSlIdCkuGmgs_dEuGaAL2ZPgLEbrMpzxxru-qAEBx0/s1600/IMG_8661.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36pfq2ynMAY7ov_HfH92fyNpN0YpII4ztONywuYVBQv4mOvdmS0irplbzl6S8HNa1IWuX9JWTq0IjiPfZt1o9v1QKDlseU1RajmSlIdCkuGmgs_dEuGaAL2ZPgLEbrMpzxxru-qAEBx0/s400/IMG_8661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473902676476610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maya has been getting to know her wonderful grandparents and great grandparents this week. We can't wait for all of you to meet the newest member of our family!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88WHOF9-YCjOVN1I1CfUPGRcQxPQ08frW6QrRjQLVhAf5i41iWOqcF0FiHShQNd7mv0Kw9pMxsyrrAOFbZNWMBhjts2_vLuawabwhCTJYDMtIB41yVQHeIbpz8TaHafIh2bTj30TKPZc/s1600/IMG_8247.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88WHOF9-YCjOVN1I1CfUPGRcQxPQ08frW6QrRjQLVhAf5i41iWOqcF0FiHShQNd7mv0Kw9pMxsyrrAOFbZNWMBhjts2_vLuawabwhCTJYDMtIB41yVQHeIbpz8TaHafIh2bTj30TKPZc/s400/IMG_8247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563473273123917410" border="0" /></a>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-22531874139068667892011-01-09T09:13:00.009-05:002011-01-10T21:55:46.483-05:00The Incredible Growing BellyIt's almost showtime! Our bags are packed, car seat is installed (and inspected), pack and play is assembled and I got my nails done this afternoon (priorities, you know?) so we are officially ready for tomorrow.<br /><br />With just hours to go before Baby E makes his or her debut, I thought it would be fun to take a look back at my progression over the last several months. We didn't take pictures at regular intervals- it was really just whenever we thought to take one- but I think we were able to capture the right effect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgyUlX66fw6oJBbppsOgABOyIy2oJ3eYha4U5lP_lBGZFw-BEWHsWIaPaB-PkGlG71Oe8rnbWhWmXoOiRlCjL9zg1t6aVT8NTUBNE5y8n01uqz88_LqleObt1DDnVSi0loaXSonRo0cI/s1600/18+weeks+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgyUlX66fw6oJBbppsOgABOyIy2oJ3eYha4U5lP_lBGZFw-BEWHsWIaPaB-PkGlG71Oe8rnbWhWmXoOiRlCjL9zg1t6aVT8NTUBNE5y8n01uqz88_LqleObt1DDnVSi0loaXSonRo0cI/s400/18+weeks+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189875285293634" border="0" /></a><br />18 weeks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizO5M1cf_zRAoF2ftJQE2C0W8CL14wVuglIZUvynOkMEDhSJWppFFfb4XV1AHvtUxOhC8Us2g2kdCFO4vXno8U_xsoD7KzZSXmYVcJsEwN6UyTDTc8n8uTxfyfQMuXysMDXW53sPdncM8/s1600/24+weeks+008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizO5M1cf_zRAoF2ftJQE2C0W8CL14wVuglIZUvynOkMEDhSJWppFFfb4XV1AHvtUxOhC8Us2g2kdCFO4vXno8U_xsoD7KzZSXmYVcJsEwN6UyTDTc8n8uTxfyfQMuXysMDXW53sPdncM8/s400/24+weeks+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189881138604370" border="0" /></a><br />24 weeks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmR8sCwtI7FeDT08ck6ZRTJXtRaoWsCRENAKQuystOzi0Ly2t8MirAB-ABedW8btO7cXbbRiM0Zz_EUgGK9JfcsQo0i4lCg48MhQG57tICoix32Sdv8ZLO1UEGqRML9WM0jpM2wvg9p0/s1600/28+weeks+005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmR8sCwtI7FeDT08ck6ZRTJXtRaoWsCRENAKQuystOzi0Ly2t8MirAB-ABedW8btO7cXbbRiM0Zz_EUgGK9JfcsQo0i4lCg48MhQG57tICoix32Sdv8ZLO1UEGqRML9WM0jpM2wvg9p0/s400/28+weeks+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189887241449586" border="0" /></a><br />28 weeks<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim20wo6AgOB0GMiCqy71i_Q6K6-vBxdAnyqPaRhRsfXAHHlTY-iBV2o8n28RGqtSer1OVy5VCX3Q2ysmghdTa-teYsl4IjILYD1-5f-OwLvn6CI1qtlcxNWpLnVWjnYwaoAvgVl_yHAiI/s1600/32+weeks+%25288%2529.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim20wo6AgOB0GMiCqy71i_Q6K6-vBxdAnyqPaRhRsfXAHHlTY-iBV2o8n28RGqtSer1OVy5VCX3Q2ysmghdTa-teYsl4IjILYD1-5f-OwLvn6CI1qtlcxNWpLnVWjnYwaoAvgVl_yHAiI/s400/32+weeks+%25288%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560189894908495314" border="0" /></a><br />32 weeks<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1kkUkLJRVy26KU5RD2Bct2WWX9ISd6I7_2Du0KvbjTakEk-R-wnifJno68zIiyOm7elSCQ2XAy-L_083oS5aS4q7atW8Jcte7fQPnZ7ibs-U0p2-UigJmmGfE-CtK6o1TbuT1QsMRDw/s1600/35+weeks+%252814%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1kkUkLJRVy26KU5RD2Bct2WWX9ISd6I7_2Du0KvbjTakEk-R-wnifJno68zIiyOm7elSCQ2XAy-L_083oS5aS4q7atW8Jcte7fQPnZ7ibs-U0p2-UigJmmGfE-CtK6o1TbuT1QsMRDw/s400/35+weeks+%252814%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560190154910620642" border="0" /></a><br />35 weeks<br /><br />WARNING: this last one is not for the faint of heart....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tQLfCfmKc1l8YtvoLeCDpILPgqK3fGXkUHyL88t0OlSbXq771Sgv9u3DEmazF-UvuznyiJRXWHdCq9XFWeLhMbmb8oIRETLHJQ2sam8glzFX6UZ39T1-klLApovQmcUp6O0ZYAqR1CU/s1600/39+weeks+%25289%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tQLfCfmKc1l8YtvoLeCDpILPgqK3fGXkUHyL88t0OlSbXq771Sgv9u3DEmazF-UvuznyiJRXWHdCq9XFWeLhMbmb8oIRETLHJQ2sam8glzFX6UZ39T1-klLApovQmcUp6O0ZYAqR1CU/s400/39+weeks+%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560755052096170738" border="0" /></a><br />39 weeksAli Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-5984810975203649242010-12-16T10:39:00.003-05:002010-12-19T18:16:05.068-05:00A slight detour in the birth planWell, I'm at 36 weeks today and for the most part things are going great! The only thing I could live without is this kiddo is already showing how stubborn it can be, I assure you this is a feature he/she gets from David and not me(ha!) because it's still not head down. It should be moving into position but it's happy where it is. So, unless things change, I'm scheduled for a c-section in a few weeks.Of course we still have time for the baby to flip over, so nothing is set in stone. <br /><br />I know this is weird to say, (and maybe I've been watching too many episodes of 'A Baby Story' on TLC) but I am kind of bummed I won’t get to have a normal labor. I mean, I wasn’t really looking forward to it (by any stretch of the imagination) but labor was never something I was afraid of. It’s part of life and was always how I envisioned having a baby. <br /><br />I’ve read this is not a totally uncommon feeling to have. I will admit that it's kind of neat knowing when the baby will come (unless I go into labor earlier!)but also strange to know that one day we will wake up and know that our last day of non-parenthood is gone forever! I'm also not really looking forward to the recovery but such is life I guess. As long as the three of us come home safe and sound, that’s all I care about.<br /><br />A very wise friend pointed out that I probably didn’t always envision myself living in the Maryland suburbs, being a cat owner and eating cheeseburgers either, but life is about adjustments. This is not how I had always pictured it, but it’s the way things are playing out so I have to just enjoy the fact that we are going to have a healthy happy baby soon. Also, not much about this pregnancy has been as I had always pictured it. From fertility treatments to cesareans- it's been a really unique experience. <br /><br />I can also think of it as now I will have something in common with Kate Winslet, Angelina Jolie, Victoria Beckham, Julia Roberts, Gwen Stefani, Claudia Schiffer and Brooke Shields (but also Tori Spelling, Britney Spears and Ashlee Simpson so it’s a wash I guess).<br /><br />I actually recently read a quote Kate Winslet gave after her daughter was delivered via C-section in 2000. She said she was left feeling “like a complete failure.” She also said “There’s this thing amongst women in the world that if you can handle childbirth, you can handle anything. I had never handled childbirth, and I felt like, in some way that I couldn’t join that ‘powerful women’s club.’" I honestly don't feel like a failure. For the most part, I have enjoyed this pregnancy and tried to make the best of all the bizarre quirks that have come along with it. I know that once I'm holding our baby I won't care how it got there but it’s comforting to know it’s normal to have these mixed feelings about c-sections.Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-59840937568232010072010-12-09T08:22:00.012-05:002010-12-10T06:37:28.659-05:00Maternity PortraitsA few weeks ago, just as as the gorgeous fall colors were peaking, (and before it became freezing here!) we took some fun maternity portraits at Glenview Mansion and the Rockville Civic Center Park. I had purchased a Groupon deal (love Groupon!) for photographer <a href="http://brookebready.com/">Brooke Bready</a>, and I'm so glad I did. She was fun to work with, full of ideas and really sweet. Plus, I think all the portraits came out adorable!<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxIuQPiDkPODXO2ZRDkuGGRHEGuPbY7U3yVWpY806eqHfoiLLiytJyvACH9Z-zGL8-YUOQZEz7AKhOtO8lr7pTasoMKXqju6dyBEwNI8rrb8Pv7fGm0eJ9jt1jlZu1gdlUVNDSWlkEbc/s1600/ehrlich+-121.jpg"><img style="width: 280px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548672755141865154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxIuQPiDkPODXO2ZRDkuGGRHEGuPbY7U3yVWpY806eqHfoiLLiytJyvACH9Z-zGL8-YUOQZEz7AKhOtO8lr7pTasoMKXqju6dyBEwNI8rrb8Pv7fGm0eJ9jt1jlZu1gdlUVNDSWlkEbc/s400/ehrlich+-121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I did not go all "Demi Moore nekked" in these photos- nobody wants to see that- but I did bare the belly in a few. Some are sweet, others are playful... I'm still sorting through the 130+ photos Brooke sent over, but I wanted to share a few of my early favorites here with you.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dDLsj2vkE6k98YLwcrn_aM9csiyu49OSOENWGb94lnfBD197TW_v1ozY2xxNuAfSyFxGyJ5jFJmFH1Bp8mYpLNhA-nop_CFBxpHtY-kx-iMeXgea9Uj8M9gLYqV9Gr-1NImfP3hkwMg/s1600/ehrlich+-95.jpg"><img style="width: 400px; height: 280px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548672746013553746" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dDLsj2vkE6k98YLwcrn_aM9csiyu49OSOENWGb94lnfBD197TW_v1ozY2xxNuAfSyFxGyJ5jFJmFH1Bp8mYpLNhA-nop_CFBxpHtY-kx-iMeXgea9Uj8M9gLYqV9Gr-1NImfP3hkwMg/s400/ehrlich+-95.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This one reminds me a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnW2O5jPBV0B-OsN0vV_CW5C9OSzmoz2M-BGHBJG_2FZ3VuflvDX-o37RAQFCi-uml9ctsehIQhiGnd1J_TKYpxXzRr70J_qkMOBUVhQAXiVSVY59ljxuzrwyDFzLIf5KumHeQPfdzLSE/s1600-h/CCL_9733.JPG">similar picture </a>we took during our engagement shoot.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIT64BhgL1spJSR-FNRmixYtlwccjiCvsUiIuC0t5QHCKrxNZXw5n4e6F9SoyxPzBFiYfylCMrswKyx2cJtzVGSspgVVSwNivtghriHF_6N5PVLI5HKpPZtKfo97cp5O7O3p0A0TGQ9qY/s1600/ehrlich+-41.jpg"><img style="width: 280px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548672776329140434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIT64BhgL1spJSR-FNRmixYtlwccjiCvsUiIuC0t5QHCKrxNZXw5n4e6F9SoyxPzBFiYfylCMrswKyx2cJtzVGSspgVVSwNivtghriHF_6N5PVLI5HKpPZtKfo97cp5O7O3p0A0TGQ9qY/s400/ehrlich+-41.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjus8S4Y6MzGNCUp_1Lwcyq16DJ3oIpyR5FDb5srCZldFiPFjIxe8ln8-TPwEfQlNQe-V-wros0U1ieJlh8hDwFLJ1Nm-1Ly-BUUty_gP8eg09oviZ_qNqgYX5KTstMB6WHFsq-iaEQheI/s1600/ehrlich+-96.jpg"><img style="width: 280px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548672769366090882" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjus8S4Y6MzGNCUp_1Lwcyq16DJ3oIpyR5FDb5srCZldFiPFjIxe8ln8-TPwEfQlNQe-V-wros0U1ieJlh8hDwFLJ1Nm-1Ly-BUUty_gP8eg09oviZ_qNqgYX5KTstMB6WHFsq-iaEQheI/s400/ehrlich+-96.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />of course... the requisite "lovingly and contemplatively staring down at my belly" portrait<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2byjdAwK3t3ftYafNF-KPeq3ZDWH2BXPxbMVzCNEuLfIq5Mzmk1IZL20qeb5dI1fKCrL14-lRkNxblnopR_-N3k_VrrRZK1s5CjLY_ghcW5vRd6HGKXD_xFoFcYcbb8401p_hcDE5Mkw/s1600/ehrlich+-135.jpg"><img style="width: 400px; height: 280px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548672766623852354" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2byjdAwK3t3ftYafNF-KPeq3ZDWH2BXPxbMVzCNEuLfIq5Mzmk1IZL20qeb5dI1fKCrL14-lRkNxblnopR_-N3k_VrrRZK1s5CjLY_ghcW5vRd6HGKXD_xFoFcYcbb8401p_hcDE5Mkw/s400/ehrlich+-135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-B2EglTeH9fw1Wyoh-YP4uYZLo4NJz8wbWt1ySsLOIQPuhhQOEvdx_Pd3mV9LXiUu_ZrsG4INjMxUsmP5qm_vSZaxWkds6eod-_QzDCF3dowZJm179EnIcU01-q8QlBm2z88V6sISU0/s1600/ehrlich+-71-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-B2EglTeH9fw1Wyoh-YP4uYZLo4NJz8wbWt1ySsLOIQPuhhQOEvdx_Pd3mV9LXiUu_ZrsG4INjMxUsmP5qm_vSZaxWkds6eod-_QzDCF3dowZJm179EnIcU01-q8QlBm2z88V6sISU0/s400/ehrlich+-71-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549015968218720402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0TuVXktYKV8k-R3tMT7jMyqmXtoac6mFLLzvCFYKdPbta3PZx2PkL58_r09rhtIqAocsmXHeYe3sWrkjNltjZYsokhN1SNNmM7fNz21KvIrWtrihyX3B_r_nAQPSwTEnBZnRlBFYmUw/s1600/ehrlich+-103.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0TuVXktYKV8k-R3tMT7jMyqmXtoac6mFLLzvCFYKdPbta3PZx2PkL58_r09rhtIqAocsmXHeYe3sWrkjNltjZYsokhN1SNNmM7fNz21KvIrWtrihyX3B_r_nAQPSwTEnBZnRlBFYmUw/s400/ehrlich+-103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549015957791542498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm so glad we took these pictures. I'm really trying to appreciate these last few weeks where it's "just the two of us" before life changes forever. We are so looking forward to becoming parents and we can't wait to meet our baby- but I'm also very glad we were able to document spending one last sunny warm afternoon together. </div>Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6722041358987472734.post-75671129013112090172010-12-01T10:49:00.008-05:002010-12-01T12:04:04.925-05:00The HomestretchSo... I know that <em>technically</em> my due date is more than 30 days away.. but now that it's December, I can officially say the baby is coming next month!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4NTdTPTbTiJjozWlxx-XCONPXV9XtyKO39kvFB4WQwRjH9LRWiBQ9BYiWw8SP2iPC-WiHzXhyphenhyphenYjg4n2TXgUVnNfTpUIYR6uWDtAjQ4oFWEXgn80gC1oZ69VXVoJIXlVdp7rflAec-bU/s1600/33+weeks.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545760128159763794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4NTdTPTbTiJjozWlxx-XCONPXV9XtyKO39kvFB4WQwRjH9LRWiBQ9BYiWw8SP2iPC-WiHzXhyphenhyphenYjg4n2TXgUVnNfTpUIYR6uWDtAjQ4oFWEXgn80gC1oZ69VXVoJIXlVdp7rflAec-bU/s400/33+weeks.JPG" /></a><br />just about 33 weeks<br /><br />We're starting to get really excited.. and a little panicked about how much there is left to do! We've been working on the nursery and gathering a few essentials needed to bring the baby home; so far we've painted the walls and put up a few decals, we have newborn diapers and some first aid items.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTFep-CtwJTiU0XmF68OFijLDAcL2RojZU_9CbCrPnWgTCIrMgEWroaQXfXaXHUHTOcDONNfbN81uOGZwA5NJc7prrxGMnX3bVGe_UXhRW7b5BloEOKoUM-d250tZVR9Gnmtrpb-ORZk/s1600/Nursery1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758128795706978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTFep-CtwJTiU0XmF68OFijLDAcL2RojZU_9CbCrPnWgTCIrMgEWroaQXfXaXHUHTOcDONNfbN81uOGZwA5NJc7prrxGMnX3bVGe_UXhRW7b5BloEOKoUM-d250tZVR9Gnmtrpb-ORZk/s400/Nursery1.JPG" /></a><br />You know.. just monkeying around. (this will go over the crib)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSM0nu0ZP8yV7Ty2XMEqi_-z81TmZKuH4HWrCRoQ2H4ZetrWiEgmEac04TVKtTo2DLQiY1irVhjOjAiGccveXS7qtp5UgegtCCnMRxQPEcly-WIc_vfc9zwy3MLkSHHSCTspmI8z_0Ek/s1600/Nursery2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758128521556114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSM0nu0ZP8yV7Ty2XMEqi_-z81TmZKuH4HWrCRoQ2H4ZetrWiEgmEac04TVKtTo2DLQiY1irVhjOjAiGccveXS7qtp5UgegtCCnMRxQPEcly-WIc_vfc9zwy3MLkSHHSCTspmI8z_0Ek/s400/Nursery2.JPG" /></a><br />working on our decals<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAd4wVmgsvA2q_NgzvcL4pLIKAKJCWpDruKA82A9C42HVqSgUzKjGXCbOBXANEddmiU0hUd_p-PxY30SKsaq03h6mZgLd7b-pzyVOXnd13ksRBEi9DEU4EL3zdB3ak_rpdvRGwnggTbvQ/s1600/Nursery3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545758130724715458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAd4wVmgsvA2q_NgzvcL4pLIKAKJCWpDruKA82A9C42HVqSgUzKjGXCbOBXANEddmiU0hUd_p-PxY30SKsaq03h6mZgLd7b-pzyVOXnd13ksRBEi9DEU4EL3zdB3ak_rpdvRGwnggTbvQ/s400/Nursery3.JPG" /></a><br />I dont know why, but the walls look very peachy in this photo. They are actually more beige in person- the first pic of David and the monkey on the vine is a better representation of the real color.<br /><br />Here is mom and I at Dennys picking out layette items. We have a 'boy' box and a separate 'girl' box which she will bring down to Maryland once the big day arrives!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr28QmXuKaWflw6W-v4ZmLv2eFn0ZI9tTIsT1FLrT9gZwoZxbp2oXGAa5JHmOI0EEYg5J6sXu4InEGf4NQpSN3D9MskBU3_cpolXZPOs4De-AyQiRZCabBKFbJCjpMOnjnFNmu62wcO44/s1600/dennys+layette+pic.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545757454044246818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr28QmXuKaWflw6W-v4ZmLv2eFn0ZI9tTIsT1FLrT9gZwoZxbp2oXGAa5JHmOI0EEYg5J6sXu4InEGf4NQpSN3D9MskBU3_cpolXZPOs4De-AyQiRZCabBKFbJCjpMOnjnFNmu62wcO44/s400/dennys+layette+pic.jpg" /></a><br /><br />We also started our labor and birth class at the hospital- which seems useful except for the fact that I can't stop laughing during the breathing exercises. I just can't look at David - he gets so intense with the counting! Some couples in the class looked a little annoyed at us, but you know what? He's the one I hope will make me laugh when I'm in real pain- so let them be pissed. I think some of the positions we learned will be helpful. The breathing however? Notsomuch.Ali Ehrlichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950657501386551037noreply@blogger.com0