Showing posts with label addison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label addison. Show all posts

August 27, 2013

Missing teeth

Addi turned SEVEN and went and lost a tooth.  It didn't help that the dentist wanted to pull it if it hadn't come out by December.  Her big tooth was already halfway in...growing crooked in the back.  I don't like teeth.  I think they are weird and it's strange that they fall out.  Addi found this to be most humorous and found every opportunity to wiggle her tooth in front of me.  SO now we have a little hole in the front which proves that this little lady is growing up fast!


December 03, 2008

Addison's love of water

Addison loves water. This summer, we would go to the Wilson outdoor pool and play. Will would beg for a life jacket to "keep me safe" and Addison would run full speed into the water until it was well over her head, plash around and then wait for someone to pull her out. It was the type of thing that people looked at me wondering what kind of parent I was letting my daughter drown before my very eyes. But she loved. I'd pull her out of the water, she'd scream with glee, we go back to the baby area and away she would go, back to the 4ft water. Will thinks she is crazy and way too brave.


She loves the bath too, particularly taking baths in the world's largest kitchen sink that we have in our house. It's like a jacuzzi tub, with a jet (the faucet which she likes to have going at all times). Here sheis trying to climb into the sink.

While in the sink she likes to wash her hair, her face and let the water wash her "buns" as she kindly refers to them. At first she thought she was peeing, and then realized...no...no pee, just a good cleaning! (a disclaimer to all of our houseguests...bath time provide the perfect opportunity to scrub out the sink after all dirty children have been cleaned).

Aside from the water, aren't her eyes to die for.
Oh to have blue eyes! My life would be complete with the most gorgeous-to-die-for blue eyes. I wonder where she got them? And..yes, she does bite her nails.
I don't know why. Maybe I've passed mild anxiety on to her. Who knows. But we'll catch her staring out the window biting her nails. It's enough that I have not had to cut her nails in months-i can't even remember the last time. We spend a lot of time painting ehr pretty toe nails but there are o fingernails to paint. weird. i love her.