Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Day 365 - Down Her Own Path.

"Time to move forward Dad. No time to look back now."

Well, here we are. The world has revolved around one entire time since our little Paige Julia came into this world. It has been an amazing time; it was faster than we ever imagined, and more exciting that we could have ever known. Paige has grown through many stages from "Baby Burrito Head" to our "Monkey-Doodle" to Paige, the "Big Walker."

We can't thank our families enough over this last year, because without them I don't know how we would have made it. Not only the blog, but all of the experiences and trials we have gone through this year raising our beautiful daughter. It has been a hard thing deciding what is the next step for the blog, and for what we as a family think will be best. The link that the blog created with all of our friends, family, associates, (and the random viewer from Taiwan or Finland) has been wonderful, and we don't want to give it up. Therefore, PJ365 is going to be morphing into PJ52. At least one update and photograph per week, hopefully some bonus photographs along the way. We'll be setting up the site soon. I haven't decided if it will be on the blog here, or if it will be migrating to wordpress or possibly even square space. Details will follow! (and of course pictures of Paige and her birthday cupcake on the first day of her second year.)

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Day 364 - Baby Trap

"You can't fool me Dad. I know how to get out."

Paige enjoys a good clothes basket. I think I could set it up at a little trap. The clothes basket could be held up by a stick with a string tied to it, and BAM. I'd catch a baby!

Day 363 - One Last Closeup

"OK, Mommy. I will pick up my toys. (hehe)."

Only a couple days left, so I figured I would try to get at least one more closeup of Paige on the blog. It has been interesting watching how her face has changed, and yet she still looks so much like she did on the first day she was here.

Day 362 - Drinking and Walking

"So much for bottles and crawling. That is for babies."

She is walking like she has been able to her whole life. The transition from bottle to sippy cup on the other hand is not going so well. We have been trying for some time, but she just seems to throw them around more than she drinks from them.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Day 361 - Special visits


Mor Mor Teri is paying a special visit to help take care of Paige until Paige is better, and she can go back to daycare, as it is going on 13 days. (Fingers crossed that it is by Wednesday.)

Paige's daredevil ways are continuing, as can be seen above. You may also notice in yesterday's picture the bright red scab across her forehead. She decided to see if she could break a cement stair with her forehead. The stair won.

Day 360 - Packer Beads

"You're good parents. I bet I won't choke on one of these little beads."

They aren't as dangerous as they look. (I hope.)

Day 359 - Cracker time.

"Eat some crackers. They will make you feel better."

Cheddar Bunny Crackers. Good, and good for you.

Day 358 - Morning Rule Breaking

"Ahhh, so much room in your big bed. Much better than that silly crib."

No Babies in our bed. It was a simple rule. One that crumbled when she woke up at 6:00, just screaming for a bottle, and then refused to be left alone. (She has been a little bit sick for a while now, so I think she needs more attention of late.)

Day 357 - Walk, Don't Run.

"I'll hold the leash today, Momma."

Valerie and Paige got all dressed up to take Kaija for a walk. The weather was recovering from the miserableness it had been for all of October.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Day 356 - The Home Stretch

"Dad, I hate the Yankees."

Ok, so she hasn't developed an opinion of the Yankees yet, but if she knew how much the Yankees suck, she would have said it.

Day 355 - Tug.

"Kaija, you are cheating, you can't twist it around and growl at me. That's really mean."

Paige has grown large enough to occupy Kaija's incessant need to play tug. She can last approximately 2 seconds. Kaija better watch out, or soon she'll be the one who ends up knocked over on her back.

Day 354 - Arrggh

"Give me your treasure, arggh."

I have no idea why, but Paige reminds me of a pirate in this picture. She is storming the baby gate of the kitchen, attemping to pillage our Tupperware holder or Kaija's water dish I think.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Day 353 - Samurai Packer Baby.

"Aww, not again. Maybe I am a Vikings fan."

Paige got all dressed up in her Vikings gear this morning, and Valerie didn't even put up much of a fight. We agreed that Paige would switch to whichever team was winning at half-time. (Little did I know that Valerie knew that since Paige had been sick, that her diaper would probably leak, and thus necessitate a change out of the vikings gear well before the game.) Of course she ended up in her packers gear anyway, even though the vikings were victorious.

Day 352 - Halloween.

"Would you like to come over to my place and get some candy? I even carved pumpkins!"

Well, Halloween weekend turned out to be not so much fun. Paige came down with something on Thursday, which then resulted in Valerie and I coming down with it Friday afternoon and evening, and then Grandma Alice and Grandpa Steve came down with it on Saturday evening. It wasn't very fun some of the time, but at least we got to visit.

Valerie and I had to D.N.S. the race, which is a first for both of us, and a major disappointment. I am going to have to take a sharpie to my nice "Finisher" long sleeve quarter zip shirt too. Bummer.

Day 351 - Visits and Costumes

"This is fun Grandma Alice, I'm glad you came to visit."

Grandma Alice and Grandpa Steve came up for the weekend to visit, and to watch Paige while we were going to run in the Monster Half Marathon in Minneapolis on Halloween morning. (more on that later). The face above is a somewhat new face that Paige has been making. Valerie seems to think it is similar to a face Bryan used to make.

Day 350 - Dang Photographers!

"Out of my way, can't you see I'm trying to walk here?"

I get in the way some times. I think she'll forgive me.