tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84981395489794069782024-02-18T21:21:39.897-08:00Pink HazeBecause Vera is awesome. And so is being a Dad. (and Mom!)T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-87443459563589966172015-03-28T19:12:00.001-07:002015-03-28T19:12:34.715-07:00Yaya the droid<p dir="ltr">Here she <u>is</u></p>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-77064123371547682402014-06-16T18:02:00.000-07:002014-06-16T18:02:24.414-07:00Hugging May May<div class="MsoNormal">
Last night on the couch:</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Are you excited for your baby sister Vera?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yea-ah!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Can you point to your baby Sister?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She points to Mom’s belly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Do you want to give her a hug?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hugs Mom’s belly.<o:p></o:p></div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-8014159476175247662014-06-16T17:58:00.001-07:002014-06-16T17:58:37.600-07:00Sharing<div class="MsoNormal">
Vera is a great share-er. When she and Griff have snacks, she
gets out two bowls from the kids-dishes-drawer (the lowest one) in the kitchen –
one for her, one for him. Yesterday I
was sitting on the couch and she offered me some of her Pirate’s Booty in
exchange for some of my pita chips. </div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-59307398399039265442014-06-16T17:53:00.000-07:002014-06-16T17:53:27.988-07:00BipBipBipBipBip<div class="MsoNormal">
I got a FitBit as part of a walking challenge at work. It’s a wristband that lights up some of its
five lights when you tap it twice so you can tell how far you’ve progressed
towards your daily goal. </div>
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Guess who loves
to tap the FitBit? Yup, both of our
kids.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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And when she wants to tap it, Vera says “BipBipBipBipBip…”
until I give in. Sometimes I ask her to
say please. Sometimes I forget and just
let her tap away cause its so freakin’ cute.<o:p></o:p></div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-13508018888056417312014-06-16T17:51:00.000-07:002014-06-16T17:51:08.867-07:00I Love You<div class="MsoNormal">
Vera says this now.
Usually not with the “I” – but she has said the three word phrase: “Love you Gug-guh” (Guh-guh is what she calls
Griffin, also Chinese for “older brother”).
She did it the other night and it was just ridiculously cute. Usually its just two words: "Luv - ooo".<o:p></o:p></div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-2874321998514622432014-04-23T09:20:00.001-07:002014-04-23T09:20:36.490-07:00Love You<p dir="ltr">A quick moment I have to remember, I just put Vera down for her nap... as I lay her down in her crib, I said, "I love you." Vera responded "love you". It sounded more like "lahh ooh". I said, "Vera, did you just say "love you"?!  She laughed and said, "yeah!". I said, "Awww that makes mommy so happy. Can you say it again?  Say, "love you"". "Lahhh ohh." What a priceless moment.</p>
Vicki Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16670682089927444608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-9315857765841436812014-03-27T10:40:00.004-07:002014-03-27T10:40:26.388-07:00Boo<br />
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Vera looks a little like Boo from Monsters Inc. She even likes to sneak up on me and say "Boo!"</span><br />Vicki Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16670682089927444608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-12988981169205610202014-03-04T04:31:00.001-08:002014-03-12T12:26:08.796-07:00Loving her Brother<div dir="ltr">
Vera loves Griffin. She has started calling him guh-guh, which is awesome because its the G sound and it means older brother in Chinese.</div>
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The easiest way to see how much she loves him is by watching what happens when he goes to time out. If she's in the room, she gets a worried look on her face and walks over to the stairs, giving him a hug if the gate isn't in the way. And if we're all in the kitchen, she gets the same concerned look on her face as if to say "where is my Guh-Guh?" Its adorable. </div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-20128985554404096192014-03-04T04:18:00.001-08:002014-03-04T04:18:55.564-08:00"Hi!"<p dir="ltr">Vera says hi now. It was particularly cute last night when she came into Griffin's room while he and I were reading books. Just inside the doorway "hi!" She walked right up to the bed and plopped comfortably between Griffin and I for the exciting conclusion of Where the Wild Things Are.</p>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-47699474334124759392014-02-18T19:25:00.001-08:002014-02-18T19:25:20.566-08:00Cutest Timeout Ever<p dir="ltr">Vera got 2 timeouts during dinner tonight for throwing food on the floor. Every time she goes into timeout, I have to turn away and laugh (tom too). It feels totally ridiculous trying to discipline our sweet girl. </p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Y2rXYeJ8YZs/UvuFQknlcXI/AAAAAAAAqts/s1600/20140212_091112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Y2rXYeJ8YZs/UvuFQknlcXI/AAAAAAAAqts/s640/20140212_091112.jpg"> </a> </div>Vicki Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16670682089927444608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-9044456886495189312014-02-11T20:46:00.001-08:002014-02-11T20:46:46.215-08:00Pic with Mom<p dir="ltr">From earlier tonight...</p>
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Sign language - she’s been doing these for a while and is
pretty proficient.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->More<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Please
(she’ll now say this even when prompted with “what do you say Vera?”)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Thank you<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->All done<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Love<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->You<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListBulletCxSpLast">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->I just pooped.
(Not official sign language, but she will stand a bit further away, poop
with a funny face, and then walk back to Vicki or I and point to her diaper.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Original verbal Vocabulary – as of about a month ago:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Mama<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Dada<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Uh oh<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListBulletCxSpMiddle">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Baba (bottle)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListBulletCxSpMiddle">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Dat (cat)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoListBulletCxSpMiddle">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Chssss (this means cheese – it is said with urgency
as lil’ V <i>loves</i> cheese. Especially
Cabot Extra Sharp Cheddar.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->This.
(usually indicates “I want this”, often said after breaking into the snack cabinet and walking over to us with a giant box or bag of some salty snack).<o:p></o:p></div>
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New
additions we’re hearing in the past few days/weeks:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Pasta<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Fire Truck.
(It was a little garbled, but she clearly said it in response to seeing
the picture in the book “baby things that
go”.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->I love you.
(mostly mumbled, but the intonation is perfect and its obvious that’s
what she’s saying)<o:p></o:p></div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-67414225655054332142014-01-30T10:45:00.001-08:002014-01-30T10:45:03.084-08:00Toddler Crack<p dir="ltr">Even her little toddler crack is cute.</p>
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This past week we were in Maine for Christmas, and that probably sealed the deal. Cousin Cameron (love that guy) was walking all over the place at Grandma and Grandpa's, and we think V just wanted to fit in with the big kids. Its awesome.</div>
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<li>Walking by herself up and down the 2-step staircase into the living room.</li>
<li>Trying to walk full upright up the full steep stairs to the second floor, especially if she has an adult's hand to hold.</li>
<li>Walking away from Mom or Dad a few steps, slowly turning around the room, realizing that she's among less familiar faces in the room, and then returning back to start.</li>
<li>Carrying toys that look comically large and that <i>should</i> throw her off balance. Notably picnic basket and Ikea dog.</li>
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T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-19921137039493954992013-12-07T05:20:00.001-08:002013-12-07T05:20:59.352-08:00Mom's sleeping in<p dir=ltr>I love being a dad. Mornings like this.</p>
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T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-83906166219844886282013-11-28T17:45:00.001-08:002013-11-28T17:45:59.679-08:00Nose Blower<p dir=ltr>Vera actually got some snot blown out of her nose today into a kleenex.  She's been watching Griffin and she does a great job huffing and puffing.  Today it finally turned productive.   She's been snotty because of cutting teeth. So we've been wiping her nose a lot and coaching her on the nasal action. It all came together today! Yay!</p>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-79700673655125718172013-11-22T03:17:00.001-08:002013-11-29T18:12:45.508-08:00When She's Upset<div dir="ltr">
Last night v woke up at about 10:00 coughing and scream-crying. We gave her a few minutes per our normal "let em cry it out" philosophy. But then it got louder and we know she is teething and snotty. And really, its just sad when she's upset, like I want to protect her from every bad thing in the world.</div>
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So I went into her room and picked her up and we danced around and I hummed. Not much difference. I wiped her nose and got the sweaty mat of hair brushed back behind her ear. I carried her downstairs to get some milk, teething tablets, and a little ibuprofen. Plus a big snuggle with Mom. Hard to say which one worked the best. Back upstairs she laid with mom on our bed for a minute, then distracted herself with the red glow of alarm clock. And then I put her back down in her crib, realizing that the biggest underlying problem was exhaustion. She rubbed her lovies on her face, popped a paci into her own mouth, and settled in to sleep. I love that lil' girl. </div>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-18615989927814596142013-11-17T20:53:00.003-08:002013-11-17T20:58:18.577-08:00She Walks!<p dir=ltr>Vera took two steps yesterday - her first ones ever. Saturday November 16. She's been threatening to do it for a few weeks - mostly by standing up on her own two feet with no support. And she's done plenty of finger grab walking and pushing around the toy shopping carts. All of which is adorable.</p>
<p dir=ltr>But yesterday she officially took her first steps. We were in Griffin's room after he woke up from nap and she took her two steps to get to his toy shelf. Way to go peanut! </p>
T Hendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697459864265788296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498139548979406978.post-33921243568543592013-11-09T08:13:00.001-08:002013-11-09T08:13:10.170-08:00This is a snack the whole family will enjoy, Dad<p dir=ltr>Yup.</p>
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