Later that night, Ellie watched (and loved) her first music video -- Bruce Springsteen, of course!
After rocking out for a while, I took Ellie up to bed. I brushed her teeth, got her in her jammies and then took her to the top of the stairs to say goodnight to Damian. I called "Daddy" a few times and he didn't hear me. Thinking Ellie might have more luck, I told her to call Daddy. So she yelled "Daddy!...HONEY!" So for the first time, I realized that I need to employ a little more variety in my pet names.
Then, this afternoon, I witnessed the most exciting first -- Charlie's first big, gummy smile (he had smiled a few times for Damian earlier in the day, but made me wait until this afternoon). As all the books predict, the smile came just when I was exhausted and feeling like I would spend the rest of my life cleaning poo off the walls...no, seriously, that's what I was thinking because minutes before I experienced the Great Poo Event of '09! In the middle of a diaper change, Charlie decided he wasn't satisfied with a wimpy little wet diaper and, while I had both his legs in the air, cleaning his bum, he poo'ed...everywhere! And it just kept coming. Thank goodness Damian came upstairs a few minutes later and we at least out-numbered the great pooing machine. I kid you not when I say we ended up cleaning poo off the wall, the door, the inside of a box sitting at the end of the changing table. It was incredible, but totally worth the sweet, sweet smile that I saw a few minutes later.
The last first of the weekend...Ellie's first American-cooked Sunday lunch/dinner (we did a scaled down version with just roasted chicken, potatoes, and parsnips, yorkshire puddings, and mashed carrots). Following in her cousins' footsteps, Ellie's favorite part was the yorkshire pudding. And I loved it all -- yum!
3 comments:
Yeah for all the firsts! What fun! Sorry to hear about all that poo, but there is no better reward than that first smile!!! Can't wait to see it too!
Amazing how a smile just for you can take the edge off exhaustion and the seemingly endless clean-up. Imagine the results of a good night's sleep. Hear that, Charlie?
What an incredible weekend for the 4 of you! How fun:) Except for the poo part. . .I remember my first blow out experience. . ."The Great Poop of '07" will never be forgotten!
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