jueves, 29 de marzo de 2012

Not just one more day


Some mornigns, well... many mornings... Okay, let's say most mornings I wake up - if I was asleep- listening to Elizabeth's cry. Either because she's up and ready for the day, or because she has been awake for a long time, but playing with daddy in th bedroom. 

I have to confess that when I wander in the kitchen at 12 am, I, excitedly, always think, "Great, I still have five hours to try to sleep", but then, after many trips to the bathroom that have nothing to do with the fact that I'm pregnant (oh, yeah... I'm pregnant), I usually stumble with my nemeses in the kitchen, the clock, at three and at five in the morning. 

When I see it's 5 am, my thoughts are not as exciting as I say, "Oh, God, please help me sleep, just thirty minutes, and make Elizabeth sleep in till 6:30 or 7 am", but that almost never happens.

I don't get mad at God or anything for the fact that my daughter has her internal clock very well tuned. She's up early because she goes night, nights, at 7:30 pm, or 8 pm, tops, almost every night. And this is my life, and I love it, I do love it.

So, when I hear her coming from the bedroom - either crawling or because Daddy brings her to me- my thoughts change radically to "Well, here it goes for no sleep. Oh, God, please give me stregth for one more day with this child".

By the way, I sleep in the living room lately because Elizabeth makes noises at night and that doesn't help me. 

Most mornings I  am tired, and I want to say it's because of the pregnancy, because it wasn't as bad before. I'm tired, but I get up and start preparing her bottle, and if it's very early, sometimes I let her watch Harry The Bunny, while I prepare breakfast.

So anyway...I say all this because the other day I was at the library for Libby's first story time. It was sweet being there with her and watching her chase other people's shoes, crawl with other children, almost kind of fight over a toy, get excited and actually clap for a while with a song... but I think I was more excited than she was all in all.


Learning her ABCs, never too early
Picking a book to read


But watching her being her made me remember a sermon that I heard Andy Stanley preach once about our time on earth. He made an analogy with marbles and time. 

There's actually stuff on the internet that tells you to put in a jar as many marbles as weeks you have left before say, your daughter goes to college, and then each Monday start subtracting one at a time.

At first the marbles may seem like you had a ton of them, but little by little, there will be less and less of them. Your heart will shrink as soon as you can actually see through the jar, even if that still represents years... What would you feel when you can actually count them without getting them out??

Andy Stanley's sermon wasn't like this, it was the same thing, though. He said something about putting a marble every time you read your Bible, or every time you check Facebook, or every time you read a book, etc. The jar with the most marbles will tell you what you do with your time, and ultimately your life...

At that point in my life, when I listened to this sermon, I think I wasn't even pregnant. I don't remember, but I know my full jar would've been the facebook one, but not anymore. I still check facebook, but I bet now a days the "Chase a baby all day long" jar will be the hands down winner. That, or the "Washing Dishes" one.

Andy talked about Psalm 90, which is the oldest Psalm written, Moses wrote it. I read today, before writing this, that the are different theories on when exactly it was written. 

Some commentaries suggest it was when Moses was around eighty yearls old, forty years after he had been wandering in the desert and running away after killing an Egyptian. Other commentaries suggest it was forty years after being wandering in the desert after leaving Egypt, before he died, when he was 120 years old. 

Whatever it is, or I might say whenever he wrote it, here's what struck me today:

 Psalm 90: 4 

"For a thousand years in your sight
are like a day that has just gone by, 
or like a watch in the night"
    
I wonder if Moses at the end of his life wondered what the hell had he done with his life, leading all those bastages (like Mr. Bob says), stiff necked people (like God called them)? 

Forty years being a shepherd, and then forty years being a leader, and for what exactly? He couldn't even enter the Promised Land... it was his fault, though. 

But my point is this: the people just complained, and complained all those years. It was just a some-days-trip, and these idiots -like all of us- blew it for not following God. Moses was Moses, he did right in the eyes of God, but most of us are not Moses. 

That's the Christian walk, and that's life in general. You chase after the wrong things, and then, in the blink of an eye, yo turn back and wonder if what you did with your life was worthy ... 

I think sometimes that I have to be with Libby one more day, but it might be my last one. 

What if it is? 


"Daddy, our N is here!!"
"Victorious!!"

I'm not going to overreact like some girls on bible study thinking that everyday might be my last because that's sick, and because I have to accept that fear sometimes grips my heart. 

But after story time, I reflected that a long time for me, like, an afternoon when Libby doesn't stop in four hours, is but a tiny millisecond in God's sight. 

I will be like Him, like Jesus, when I die, the Bible says so. Do I want to be in Heaven and realize that four hours weren't actually that much time? I do need rest, I do. But my daughter needs me, and she loves me. 

That's why I don't get a shower in the mornings, I rather being with her in our pajamas and read our Bibles, or sing songs, or read books, or everything she wants to do, just doing things that matter. 

I'm not perfect, but I want her to remember how silly Mommy was all the time. 

Psalm 90: 12 

"Teach us to number our days aright
that we may gain a heart of wisdom"


If you ask God to teach you something, it's because you don't know how to. That means that not just because  the days pass, in other words your life, you get wiser. I know old people who are stupid. 

God needs to teach you to number your days, so that you may grow wise at heart. This life goes by so quickly, I've seen it with Libby. There was this boy who took a cute interest in her at the library, he was like 3 years old. He looked for her, he put his face right on her face, and she actually smiled to him several times (son of a bitch...)


I'll have a talk with the boy in red next week...


I'm not thinking that tomorrow I'm gonna die, but if I do, I want to give my very best to my daughter. That's why lately although I'm tired, I don't say it's one more day because it's not. 

It's her life I'm living. That's in our prayers for them this year. That God will help us focus on Jesus, to set our minds and hearts on things above, not on earthly things. We are molding the lives of our children. They will look up to us during their childhood years. I don't want to disappoint them. And although I will make mistakes, I don't want those mistakes to leave scars that will never be able to heal.   



Mar 26, 2012. Mommy and Libby after story time.


Yesterday we had a busy day, we went for my 12-week ultrasound. Baby looks great and I'm free from house arrrest. I can walk with Libby and leave the house for more than ten minutes. YAY!! 

She got tired at 9 am, but the appointment wasn't until 9:30. So we went to the mall in front of the hospital, and after refusing to sleep for half an hour, she finally crashed at 9:20 am.  



Having breakfast at the lobby
"No night, nights"
Who's victorious now?? 


Then we went to pick up Daddy, and since we got there ten minutes earlier, we sat on the grass, but she didn't seem to like it. She did try to eat some leaves. 


Walking on the grass
My loves :))



Finally walking. We took Sammy. 


Mar 29, 2012. My loves sleeping











I'm tired now, my eyes hurt, but I'm almost finished. Chasing a baby (a baby and a toddler in my near future), doing dishes, and blogging fill my marble jars these days.

I don't know what else to say. I thank God every night for giving me one more day with Elizabeth, and every morning at breakfast we thank Him for one more day together. 

Raikika, I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much... please, never, ever, forget that.

Besides, what's not to love in this bunny who is about to turn one??  :)))


"¿Cuántos años vas a cumplir, Elizabeth? U-N-O, U-N-O"












domingo, 25 de marzo de 2012

Busy Friday


Friday was a busy day. We didn't talk to Mr. Jeff like we usually do on Friday mornings, so we took Daddy to work and we ran some errands. 

We had to stop at Panera first, so Libby could have breakfast. She had already drunk her milk while watching Harry The Bunny at 6 am., but still needed some fruit, cheerios and yogurt. It takes forever for her to eat if you feed her since she just plays and gets distracted. We had to stop every time someone had ice because  the noise would grab her attention. 


Off with the shoes
Chubby cheeks in action











And then, the socks


We sent some pictures to Daddy from Panera, and it wasn't our intention, but he felt he didn't want to be there anymore. He was missing us, and we missed him, too. 

At Caninos we bought fruit and vegetables, and she was asleep most of the time, that's why I didn't take any pictures. But we got invited to Jennifer's birthday party. She'll turn one on April 12.

When we were leaving the market she woke up, and so Mommy decided to go to Walmart.  


Seems she would rather be watching the bunny
At Walmart we overheard a lady talking on the phone about her husband who was in the hospital with liver failure.

It broke my heart and made me be thankful for our health, and Daddy's.

All we did was turn around and offer to pray for her and her husband, and she agreed. We may never know in this life what happened to Reuben.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
When we got home I was so ready to go to bed, I felt exhausted, but Libby talked to Grandpa Carlos on Skype, and she was full of energy. Then we went outside just to feel the sun in our feet, and enjoy the weather. I almost fell asleep in the chair, and so I decided to get in :)


Skyping with Grandpa
Playing dead, or tired












She finally got to bed at 2:30 pm, I wasn't sure if she was tired or nor, but I needed to rest so badly. She was very tired, too, because she was out in 20 minutes. I was so tired that I left a huge stain of saliva on the couch, I was drooling while I was sleeping!!

Finally when Daddy got home, the house seemed like a hurricane had passed by, I hadn't had time or the energy to wash the dishes, etc. But I felt so rested. We had dinner, and we went for ice cream to Orange Leaf. 



Trying frozen yogurt
It was good :)








And that is it. It was busy, but I love my family, and wouldn't change a thing. "Oh...Oh...Hello little ones, I'm Harry The Bunny. Do you want to see a cute picture of my friend Elizabeth?? She has two new teeth!!"

 I bet my husband was reading this with the bunny's voice in his head, ha, ha ha!!


Mar 23, 2012. Elizabeth and her two new teeth

jueves, 22 de marzo de 2012

Showers of vomit


Tuesday morning wasn't a good morning for my baby. To start with, she had been with a cold, and a runny nose for two days, and she woke up at 4:30 am. She couldn't get back to sleep, and she cried, and cried, until 6 am when I picked her up from the crib. 

I think I might me the worst mom ever for not picking her up before, but I thought she was gonna go back to sleep, and when I pick her up sometimes it gets worse.

Anyway, she had the cold, plus an early morning, and she might have eaten more than usual - I don't know what happened - but when I was getting ready to take her out of the high chair, she began crying like she was in pain, and when I lifted her up, "BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF!!", Raikiki began to vomit all over my shoulders, back, and also all over Dori.

I took her to the bathroom and she kept on throwing up in the sink util she completely clogged it. I had to wash her, myself, and Dori. I changed her clothes and mine, and did laundry. 

I won't go over how I needed to unclog it, but I was about to vomit, too, putting my hand in her already diluted vomit and trying to pull out all my hairs, that were already mixed with all the food that falls from her when we wash her hands and face after every meal...

Super gross, Nena!!!

But after that episode, she was happy crawling like nothing had happenedalthough she looked very white, like a ghost. I had to call the nurse, who as usual, escalated everything to the point that she might have a stomach virus, but I didn't think so. 

Anyway I followed her instructions, and monitored Libby for the rest of the day. She didn't throw up again, nor had any fever or pain. She ate a very good lunch and dinner.  

After a much needed three-hour nap, she was ready to go. Here's evidence of her recovery:


Trying to knock the gate down
Getting under the exersaucer




On Wednesday we couldn't go to BSF since she was sick, but we took Daddy to work, and came back to have breakfast and spent the morning reading our Bibles. We are in the book of Leviticus. I'm just reading her a chapter or less at a time, because it is kind of repetitive on how they were supposed to kill the goats and doves, and all that. 

So after lunch, we took (I took) a shower and went to have a smoothie to Jamba Juice, but before leaving I  made sure I had some good shots of her coming teeth. She posed for some of them :)




"Like this, Mommy?"
This Thursday morning I almost cried...after praying and reading, we read books, and I hold her in my arms while I was sitting on the couch.

I began singing to her Follow Me, and she reclined her head over my chest, in the same position I would have her if she was breastfeeding. I kept on singing for a long time, and I was there, just rocking her, and she wouldn't move.

"Here, I'll show you my tongue"
She would just listen and smile. She snuggled with me. I thought we would never do that, unless watching a show, but we did. 

We went for a short walk a while ago, just to the office to print something, and back. But it felt good leaving the apartment. I 'm so tired of being here all day long. I want the doctor to tell me I can exercise already.  

I forgot to mention that yesterday we also went to Walmart to buy lemons, well, limes, and we went to Hobby Lobby to buy some paper for a card that we made for Brooke Gordon.

We are going to babysit for her twins, if she trusts us first, so that she can have a date with her husband. It might be good to see  how life is with more than one baby. 


So this Jamba Juice place is not new, I have seen it, but never stopped by before. Actually I didn't know they sold smoothies, but their logo seems like fruity, so I thought it was something similar, and I got online and found out they sell healthy drinks and stuff, like fruit, and vegetable smoothies.


Who in their right mind would buy a celery, cucumber and carrot smoothie?? Not me, nor my husband... I like vegetables, but not in a smoothie. Maybe in juice, but not a smoothie. 


Sharing Mommy's smoothie
Crying after Mommy stopped sharing











So Elizabeth liked our Five Fruit Frenzy, it had banana, mango, strawberry, blueberry and peach. She really liked it. It was kind of cold, but not a lot. She is still sick, but she seemed fine to have smoothie. I didn't even remember she was sick, and she enjoyed it.  

So with my new iPhone, that Daddy generously bought me, I scanned a little thingy and I'm now a Jamba Juice insider, yeah right...

They'll send me offers and coupons. I actually got another coupon, maybe we'll use it this weekend. I rather go there for a healthy snack, than to Starbucks for a frappuccino. I only went for the coffee because it was a cold drink, but a cold smoothie is better. I guess it was cold after all...

That's it for now, she has woken up from her afternoon nap, so my time writing is up. My time being Karla - and not Mommy - ends now. 

Last, but not least, I'll leave you with a cute photo...


March 21, 2012. Mommy, and Two-Teeth-Elizabeth







lunes, 19 de marzo de 2012

My escape artist


Nothing happens in weeks, but then many things happen in a day, a very busy day...

Well, to start with, I forgot to post this photo of Libby and Mommy watching Harry the Bunny. I don't think there would be any other way for her to be so peacefully snuggling in my arms, unless we were watching that show. Well, that's why I missed so much breastfeeding her at the beginning.


Snuggling :)
Watching Harry The Bunny



I thought about it this morning while I was taking a shower. I don't miss it anymore. I mean, when I think about it, some memories come to mind, and I have a little nostalgia, but usually I end up smiling, not crying, like before. 

I'm over it now, not in the way you would be over an ex boyfriend, like you hate him, or something like that, but I'm fine. I know I'm more than two breasts, and that my relationship with my daughter has been strengthened by the fact that I don't put her love for me in my milk. 

Hopefully, that makes sense to you, it does to me. Hopefully one day it will make sense to her. 

She is trying to take a nap right now, so I actually have a little time to write. Yesterday when I came back from church, I saw that Emerson had put a wooden bech all across the wall, between the living room and the dining room. Libby seemed happy to be playing in her little fenced area. Emerson said it worked fine. 

I guess this morning she got tired of it, or was actually interested in escaping, because I was reading her a book, and then she went towards the fence - that  I had put there, because I was getting tired of having to go chase her every two minutes- and she just climbed over it.

I was surprised... actually five minutes before, I had thought about how long it will be before she could climb that. Naively, I thought she would have to be as old as Allison, a girl from church who is 18 months old.

I thought Libby would give Mommy 9 more months. Yeah, right...   


HOW TO CLIMB A FENCE IN FOUR EASY STEPS


1. We move forward
2. We make contact 
4. You pick your next target
3. You climb over


The very first thing I did was to grab the camera and the handy cam. "You need to post this", I thought. You need to post how your daughter is, day after day, more able to challenge you. Well, not really, I mean, she is not challenging my authority, I don't think. 

She is just exploring. And I felt so proud of her. So proud of her perseverance, and ability to solve problems. She is just darn right smart. Thank you, God, for creating her that way. 

Anyway... here are some more pictures.


HOW TO CLIMB A FENCE IN FOUR EASY STEPS  
(In case you missed it)



1. Lean forward, and make contact
2. Secure landing. Start lifting leg



3. Climb over with one leg first

4. Make sure the other leg follows



This morning, she also figured out how to open the cabinets where I have my scrap booking stuff. I didn't take pictures of that. I probably will. I need to start putting everything she can drink in the bathroom closet.

She is  menace... but not for the next couple of hours (hopefully) since she is napping :)

Time for Mommy to rest?  I wish!!!

domingo, 18 de marzo de 2012

Daddy's back


Well, Daddy has been back for four days... but I couldn't write before because I honestly didn't have the time. Emerson took care of Elizabeth today because she is sick, and I went to church. 

He's been feeling sick, too, so they stayed home, and when I came back, he said she was very active, all the time. I thought, "Really? You think? Tell ME about it!!!" 

This past week Emerson went to the NACE conference in Salt Lake City, UT. He left on Tuesday morning and came back on Wednesday night. We took him to the airport at 6 in the morning, then Elizabeth and I went to the chiropractor. 


Letter Libby wrote for Daddy for his trip


Not a lot of new things have happened around here. Well, other than the fact that I was by myself with Elizabeth for two days, it was the same. I was so exhausted by night... but we also had fun, and we went to Walmart to buy her formula and diapers (not a very exciting Mommy), and the next day we went for a coffee to Starbucks. 


Hairstyle after bath  :)




It was't the same being alone with her. I felt sad, specially when she was asleep for the night. I was tired, but I was thinking that it has to be very, very hard to be a single mom. I wasn't working during those two days, I was just taking care of her, but still, it was hard. I can't imagine how it has to be for moms who work and have to take care of their babies. I know they are in childcare, I guess, but it has to be difficult not being able to be with them, and then coming home for just a couple of hours, before they go to bed. 



BBQ sauce accident caused by Mom


Anyway, I missed my husband very much. Even though most of the time I complain about him not helping me around the house - which he actually does - the fact that he is there with Libby, just making her company, and he plays with her, and kisses her while I cook dinner makes all the difference in the world, not only for Elizabeth, but for me, too. 



Cruising
Yesterday, we went to the store to buy Libby one of those push toys, so she can walk. We don't really know why we did that, it's like we are digging our own graves (my grave). But anyway, she loves it.

Did I mention that I'm cooking more now, like, we no longer eat sandwiches or pizzas or quesadillas?  Most of the time, we actually have dinner together, all of us. I don't remember if I mentioned that or not, but I like it. It was because Elizabeth needed to start eating by herself, and I wasn't gonna feed her turkey breast and cheese every day.

Just now, Elizabeth went to take a nap, she was pushing the lion and suddenly started crying. She cries whenever she can't do something... so either she became angry with the lion because it was going too fast or somethig else happened. 




This smile reminds me of Heaven
I've noticed (this is the second time) that she gets mad or upset with toys, and actually throws them, when she is super tired, so I told her it was time to go night, night, and she fell asleep in Daddy's arms, while he was singing to her.

Daddy is napping in the couch, I need a nap, too... but the chicken is on the stove. Sometimes I wish I could sleep all I want, but I just can't.

We are having tinga for dinner, with tostadas, and refried beans I made. And we'll have all sorts of goodies: sour cream, avocado and  cheese. 

We made this experiment with Libby and her food this afternoon. We wanted to see how much food she actually eats, and how much goes to Dori. We found out she eats about of 75% of everything I give her. Well, that explains the huge, and smelly poopy diapers.


She is growing very fast, day by day. Oh, Libby... I joke when I tell you to be a redneck and not go to college, because I want you to go and study, and learn things, so that you can discover your full potential and be the woman God wants you to be. 

I joke when I tell you that you don't need to learn about math or stuff, that you only need Mommy, and Daddy, and God (and God is really all you need, but you need some other things too, I'll explain later).

But at the same time I wish your life would be like The Runaway Bunny. That everywhere you would want to go, I could chase you, and make you come back, so that you could be my little bunny forever, and ever. 

I wouldn't care if I had to do your laundry until you are sixty, and still having to cook for you (Daddy would probably care). I would want you to be joyful, and happy, and full of life, and spend your life with me.

But I also know that you are not mine, nor Daddy's. You are a gift God gave us, but you are His, you are not for us to keep. If I want you to be the woman I see you can be, I have to let you go. Just as I let you go of my breasts, you have to go to preschool, and then Kindergarten, and school, and then college, and then you'll get married if you choose to. And one day, you'll just go from my life, I mean, you won't be here with me all the time. 

But remember what Jesus said to his disciples? Why don't we sing together now that we still can??

"Then Jesus said to his disciples, if anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross, and follow me, follow me... Fooollow, follow me, follow me, Follow, fooollow me, follow me."

"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my will find it..."

You and Daddy are my life. We have to let you go... I have to lose you in order to find you. I have to lose you in order to save you. I have to lose you - my sweet, little life- in order that you actually like being with me when I'm 80 and you are 50. 

But for now my Runaway Libby... have a cookie, you are delirious!!


Ooops!!







miércoles, 7 de marzo de 2012

Little stinker


I don't know why, but I felt like writing about our daily routine... 

5-6 am    She wakes up. I will be more than glad if she would actually sleep until 6 am, but she usually, not always, but usually starts making noises around 4:30 am or 5 am. That makes me leave my bed and try to "sleep" - on the couch - whatever time I have left before 6 am, when I pick her up. It's during this time that I pray, "God, I didn't sleep well... Please, please, let me have your energy to be with her completely focused, and give me the strength I need to spend one more day with this precious active daughter you gave me."

Very active baby, playing with Dori's ball

7-8 am    Breakfast. Depending on the day, she will get her sippy and start drinking her milk by herself on the floor, or in the high chair (in the bathroom) while we take a shower, like today because we had BSF. But most of the time she drinks her milk from a glass with a straw while she eats cheerios, and her fruit and strawberry yogurt. She always eats what I consider a light breakfast, just like I do, but I've seen it's enough to get her through lunch. Cheerios, yogurt, fruit, and 6 oz of milk.  

Making faces for the camera

8-10 am   After breakfast, Mommy washes her hands and her face because Libby is a mess with all that she ate. Then I grab everything from the table and put it on the sink, and we sit down to read our Bibles. She plays with whatever toy she has in hand, or lately, she's been "reading" her own books. But we read the Bible, and we pray for my BSF friends, and a list of prayers for 2012  for Mommy, Daddy and herself. Then we pray  from another prayer log that Mommy has. Little by little, we are making progress, we started out in Genesis 1:1 with Creation, and we currently are in the instructions God gave the Israelites to build The Tabernacle.     

10-11 am    Libby takes a nap, and Mommy gets to read her own Bible stuff, or take a nap, or work on this blog, or work on my book, or wash the dishes from breakfast, or unloading the dishwasher, or ALL the previous options. If Libby wakes up after 11 am, I just let her be so that I can have more time to do stuff :)

12 pm          Eat lunch, and 4 oz of formula. 

1 pm             Talk to Gandma on skype

2-3 pm     Play with toys, listen to Seeds on line, read books... pretty much I chase her around :)

Sticking her tongue out :))

3-4 pm     Take a nap. She sleeps until 4 or 4:30 sometimes, usually she wakes up before Emerson gets here. Mommy keeps working on the same stuff, or washing dishes from lunch, ironing Daddy's work clothes, or starts making preparations for dinner.

4:30 pm  Daddy gets home and entertains Libby. Libby gets a snack, usually cheerios, or some fruit with water before dinner.

5:30-6 pm    We have dinner together as a family. I love that.

6:30 pm      Mommy washes dishes from dinner. I think all my time goes into doing that now that I'm writing about it...        

7 pm        She gets a bath, puts in her pajamas, and drinks formula. We read her a goodnight story, sing songs and Mommy says night night.

7:30-8 pm     Daddy puts her to sleep, and I'm toasted. But thankful for a wonderful day with my baby :))

Standing up on the couch

And I get to do this every day, day after day... but I've gotten to the point where I enjoy doing it. I guess being a mother is like learning to drive or something, it's difficult at the beginning. When she was born, I didn't know what I was supposed to do with her all day long. I was bored because she didn't do anything, and I just didn't know so many things. I thought I had to look at her all day long or something.

Not that I know many things now, but I get to do what I have to do, taking care of the house, and that has to happen whether she's up or not, ans she gets to be with me and watch me vacuum, or washing the dishes, or doing the laundry. I love having a routine, not because I love rules or organization - no, I don't, you can ask Emerson - but because having a routine reveals the glory of God for me.

He blesses me with my days being the same every day. My daughter is not sick, I don't have to rush to the hospital, my husband is healthy, he has a job, and I get to be home with Elizabeth, and watch her grow and do silly things with me :))


Baby smiling at Mommy.

Today she gave me the scare of my life because I stopped watching her for one minute - one minute - and she disappeared from my sight while I was in the kitchen. When I was finished and I didn't see her, I screamed her name like four times... and she came out from under the table laughing. I think she was chasing Dori or was trying to get Dori's ball. 

I was scared, but I laughed with her, I laughed really hard, she looked so cute. But then I cried... I don't know why, I just thought that I won't be able to protect her from anything or anyone always.

On another cute note, she was having her snack before dinner tonight, and she was watching Harry The Bunny. Harry at the end of each episode says, "Say, bye, bye, Harry The Bunny", and he waves his hand so babies say bye, bye.

I saw her waving her hand saying bye, bye to the bunny. I love my little bunny.
  

Being silly with Mommy. Mar 6, 2012.