my best girl.

you fell asleep on my shoulder tonight..and i have been a mom long enough to know that i should get you into bed as soon as possible. but i couldn't help sitting there holding onto you as long as possible. you have gone so fast from baby to little woman. and this week you turn a whole 2 years old.
I went walking with you tonight around the neighborhood...you just kept talking about all that you saw, and all that we were doing "addie is walking, mama is walking, addie and mama are walking together" "that tree is green" "i have flowers on my coat" "my pants have stripes" "mama do you see the airplane"
"mama i wub you".

somebody pinch me please. what did i do to deserve you?

dear socks

dear socks,
thank you for letting squeeze you while i sleep...it can't be very comfortable, but you never complain.
thank you for always making me smile...no matter my mood.
you are my bestie.
night-night buddy,
love addie

love this lady...

does it get any better than this...

flat-footed-parade-queen

so our sweet little addie has turned 18 months old. i feel like this is a big milestone for some reason although i can't figure out why..

is it such a big deal to have another round of vaccines?
or to learn how to SCREAM in public to shame mama into giving you the box of raisins NOW
or is it special cause you now are big enough to eat grapes without having them cut up?
is it such a big thing cause you have your own t.v. shows where you recognize characters and theme songs?
is it a big deal cause you sleep on a cot at school..and have not gotten up once...
does being 18 months old mean you get to pick out the shoes you want to wear and get frustrated with the ones mama MAKES you wear...
is it awesome cause now you tell mama when you have pooed by tapping your bottom and saying in the most hysterically cute voice - "mama , addie poo"
is it special cause you hate your stroller now and INSIST on WALKING where you want, when you want in any size crowd...
is being this old so cool cause you can put your words into sentences like when you told mama she was pretty the other day...ummm yes, that is it...this is why 18 months is the BEST.

oh, and what we found out from the ortho visit is that you have sweet little fat flat feet. and your daddy says you pulled out your parade queen wave in the hospital and made all the staff melt. you soak this stuff up-full on wave as we stroll you past just about anyone (i.e. mall, grocery, sidewalks).
only thing you are missing is a sash and tiara. dear lord. maybe for your 19-month birthday...

where has the time gone?

apologizing isn't going to blog-back the last few crazy months. i will tell you all the same thing i tell miss addie when she throws a fit - put your big-girl pants on and deal with it! i have been wearing my big girl pants since Easter Sunday, when our whole lives changed.

In one week (which happened to be my spring break) we decided to buy a new house and get ours ready for sale. can i go back to when i said ONE WEEK. yes. we packed up, fixed up, moved out, all in one week. here is a shout out to those who supported, helped, and did any lifting at all..."SHOUT OUT".

and now, we hear crickets, see stars, and ride bikes. its a dream come true to be living in a house where your growing toddler can run figure eights all day long and that's just inside! the potential of this house makes me smile and the stair-less-ness of it all puts my mind at ease.

so, easter + buy + move + sell + duck, NC + secret remodel + paint + ride + run 8's + dream = happy lynch's

there are a few things i would like to subtract, poor miss addie had a very scary seizure towards the middle of the summer which has since sent me swirling down the anxiety tunnel - and i really am not sure when i will find my way out...bear with me everyone.

one of my favorites from Duck, NC...addie hated the ocean until i called
it "bubbles" like her bath, and the pool. now all water is "bubbles"
a diva and her mighty-mini
one of the last pictures taken in the old house.
how did she get to be such a big girl?
thank you pod. your held our house well.

i will attempt better communication...but i have to say, its been pretty nice to have so much going on that there is so little time to reflect. plus, it would probably have up'd my anxiety level knowing how much was actually changing..

what? below 90th percentile?

so the 15 month well-visit was interesting...
your head - 19 3/8 in ....>97th percentile
your weight - 26 lbs. 7 oz. .....92nd percentile
your height - 31 inches .....65th PERCENTILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't know what to say, except, WHAT?

so much has changed...

so today you are fifteen months old.
you are still the most awesome person i have ever met.
and yes, we still do not have a camera since mommy's broke.
and yes, it kills me that i am missing thousands of pictures of you on a daily basis.
but none of that seems to matter...as long as you are happy and by my side.

not only did you turn one since i last wrote, but you have MOVED! mama and daddy were so lucky to have just about every dream come true in a span of two months. we used to sit in our old house with you and talk about how all we wanted for you was more space to play...and we would get sad thinking about how far away it felt that we would be able to give that to you. and mama wished for a very important thing, a circle of open doorways, that you could run around and around like she had when she was young. and now we have TWO! so, every time you make your figure eight, mama gets so happy she's been known to tear up a bit.

you love it here, you have a big carpet that you roll around with daddy on, you wait by the windows for caroline the dog to appear so you can shout "HI PUP" and then pretend to bark like her, you like to watch grandpa in the yard and when you hear his motorcycle you say "pop pop", you love to be in the kitchen with mama when she is making ANYTHING-which must be new and exciting because you weren't allowed in the old house, you like to sit on your picnic table in the t.v. room and have snacks after school, and you love to sit in your recliner and pretend to drink coffee with daddy in the morning, you love to go for walks around the cul-de-sac, and when we turn the corner to come home from school you say "HI" to the new house which melts me every time cause a little bit of me is saying "hi" too...

there are so many plans ahead. one of which is to get a camera. i can't wait to share it all with you, crazy face. you and your paintbrush pigtails and silly laugh.