And then I read my good friend Rachel's post this morning on my other blog, momcoloredglasses.com and I felt even more sentimental and sappy about my baby. When Georgia was about a year old I was at a friends house and I happened to see a calendar she had in a drawer and on it she'd written all of these amazing mile-stones her kids made when. She had a calendar for each kid. I panicked. I didn't do that. I didn't remember exactly when Georgia had been able to hold her head up, when she'd rolled over, when she'd eaten cereal, when she'd used a sippy cup, and on and on. I did however, remember when she slept through the night--that's worth remembering! Right? Five weeks---just to gloat--don't worry all you moms who were still getting up with your kids at eight months, a year, two years.....I've never gotten a three hour nap out of the girl like the rest of you get everyday!
But when I got home that day I made a committment to keeping a record of little things about Georgia that I didn't want to forget. I didn't have a calendar to spare, I wasn't good about keeping a first year memory book, and I am terrible at sorting through the hours of video that we've taken of Georgia. But, I did have a computer and I love to write so I decided to just write a few things here and there whenever I thought about them. I've been doing that for almost a year now and going back and reading them is like watching Beaches for me--makes me a little sad at how fast I forget her doing what I've written and makes me want to remember the best stuff about her even more.
So last night as I was recording another one (she yelled "boom shaka laka" in the middle of Babies R' Us) I decided to share a few of them with the rest of you.......and if you know Georgia you'll probably like them a little more than everyone else.
August 6, 2010
Georgia. My friend Lyndsey said when you were born that she felt like she already knew you because as long as she’d known me there was a “Georgia.” I talked about what my little girl named Georgia would be like, what I’d do with her, what I couldn’t wait to show her, and how I just had to have one. Right before you were born we played around with the idea of naming you Amelia…..we were pretty serious about it. Lyndsey protested. “No” she said over and over. It has to be Georgia. If you don’t name her Georgia it’s like I missed a huge part of who your little girl is and who she will be, because I already know her as Georgia. You can’t not name her that. It’s meant to be. So, you’re Georgia….you absolutely are…..
You’re Georgia because of;
Your fiery spirit.
Your little tan hands that I love to touch over and over because they are so smooth and adorable when they hold your babies and my hand.
Your little lips that purse into a kiss whenever you say things like, “I do,” “I know,” “Shoes,” “Peep Peep,” and the list goes on….like today…you just started saying “Polka Dots”….makes me want to go wake you up right now and kiss your little cheeks.
How you took the hose nozzle one day and put it into the “gas tank” of your play car to fill up the car with gas ...even though I’d never shown you how to do that.
Because of how much you beg to be chased.
And spend countless hours trying your hardest to buckle your white sandals.
Because you say “bouncy” whenever you see me making my bed and want to bounce on it.
Because you peek into the shower every time your dad or I are in it and act like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen us taking a shower……
I could list things forever…..but know….that you’ll always be…..our Georgia.
December 8, 2010
Moo Moo is gone. Mie-lk has taken it’s place. It’s really cute how you say Mie-lk, it is. But it makes me a little sad that you’ve stopped saying Moo Moo in the morning when you run into the kitchen to get a cup of milk. I don’t know how it happened, I don’t even know the exact day, I didn’t know that the last time you said it would be the last time you said it. It makes me wonder what else are the lasts…..when will it be the last time you say Ice, Ice Baby or ask to see your boogars when I wipe your nose or describe me as cauuuute, or tell me that something “sounds good” after I tell you what we’re about to do? The crazy mom part of me hopes that you’ll never stop doing those things, although if you ask to see your boogars on a date or in a job interview you probably won’t get asked out again or get the job, but it’s just so cute and it’s just so you. I want to appreciate all of those little things you do, because I never know when it’s going to be the last time.
March 21, 2011
You’ve had strep throat and double ear infections. You hated the medicine and refused to take it even though I tried disguising it in V8, milk, pear juice, yogurt, applesauce, force feeding it to you, etc. No avail. So, naturally, I was worried that even though 10 days had passed--you were still sick. I brought you into the doctor today to have a re-check….they did another strep test…..you hated it. Who doesn’t? All day long you kept telling everyone you had to eat a stick at the doctor’s office and you don’t want to eat sticks anymore. You’re adorable.
So, here's to growing up and remembering you and loving every second of you Georgia!