Sierra's favorite sitter, Tanya, asked to take her to a school basketball game, she had taken Sierra once before and had such a great time that she wanted to do it again. So, Sierra went to her 2nd high school basketball game and then had some ice cream.
"Ice cream! Yum, Yum!'
Left: 2 Feb 2007 Right: July 2006
Sierra is growing so much! When people ask me how my baby is doing I always correct them and say "she's a toddler now." I mean, look at her, she's so big and strong and smart! Everyday she amazes me in some new way. Like the way she concentrates on putting her shaped blocks into the correct shaped hole. Or how she watches me intently and then copies me exactly. Or, how she knows that when I put her shoes on she's going somewhere and she brings me my shoes then heads to the door. She's also turning into quite the handful, she's very stubborn and fiesty. I would like to take a video of her when she's mad so you could see how cute it is, but once that camera is out she won't be mad anymore. Anyway, she does this cute thing when I tell her "no" that I just love (although I have to pretend I don't love it). She furrows her brow and stomps her foot, while at the same time slapping her hands together really hard. Like she's hitting herself or threatening to hit me. It sounds bad, but it's SO cute and funny! Which brings up something else she did a couple times that was really sweet. I think she learned to hit from someone at daycare...anyway, she got mad at me and hit me and I said "NO" and she looked confused and sad and then she gently rubbed me where she had hit me. Like she was trying to make it feel better. It was really sweet! She did again and the same thing happened. She's learning, slowly, that hitting isn't good.
I've spent the past week without my beloved Sierra. It's been a lonely and depressing week, I never reallized how much joy and fullfillment she gives me on a daily basis. I used to be unhappy after work and I would think, "oh boy, now I have to go home and take care of my kid," as if it were a burden. Of course, once I would pick Sierra up from daycare it didn't feel like a chore anymore, but something that I longed to do. I love bringing her home and spending time playing with her. Tomorrow I get to pick her up from daycare and all day I'll be thinking, "oh boy! I get to go home and take care of my beautiful kid!" I'm lucky that I get to spend my time with someone so wonderful and innocent. Sierra, I love you!
And then she had to play on the phone....
The next morning her and Tony watched Baby Einstien together, they are best friends!
'After a quick pause to grab a sucker for Sierra, the cutting begins'
'A snip, snip here and a snip, snip there . . .'
'here a snip, there a snip . . .'
'everywhere a snip, snip!'
'One haircut . . .
'and one ear-peircing later, and what do you get?'
'One very cute little girl!!'
Sierra loves to try on my shoes! She tries to walk in them, but she usually fails, she needs to grow a bit more first.
Sierra and I play "peekaboo" all the time. It's funny to watch her hide her face because she doesn't cover up her whole face she just puts her hand up there and then I have to pretend that I don't see her. Then she'll take her hand down, I'll say "peekaboo" and she'll laugh.
A few of my friends from the reserves bought Sierra a cute little lounge chair for Christmas. I was going to wait 'til Christmas day to give it to her, but I didn't have room to store the huge box it came in. So, she got to open it today. It was a big hit, she loves it!
For the Thanksgiving weekend Sierra and I went to Utah to visit Gina and Liam. It was fun to see how differently they interacted compared to the last visit in August. This time they weren't as care-free. They were both a little more posessive of their posessions. Little Liam bullied Sierra a bit, but only because she was on his turf and kept playing with his toys. He wasn't to keen on the idea of sharing. Yet, after the first day they seemed to get along a little better and started having some fun. Here are a few pictures of our little angels. . .
