Amelia just loves to play (tear apart) our closet! She swings from the shirts and pulls as many down as she can. She loves our belts and the hangers too - she's too cute.
Amelia loves to play with the appliances, especially the dishwasher and the dryer. Here is a little video of her playing with the dryer. She thinks it's so funny when she turns the light on and off. She also slides her hand down the side and makes a screeching noise and loves to bang on the door like a drum - oh she's too funny. Whatever you do don't close the door to the laundry room or she'll be very mad; she could probably spend a whole hour playing in there and that's a long time for her.
This is Amelia's first venture into the cupboards. She's such a silly little goose, momma walked away for a moment and the next thing she heard was a repetative banging noise, "what's that girl doing?" Shelly thought. Upon investigation, this is what she saw:
Today daddy was rough housing with me. We were playing in the infamous bean bag. Daddy (against mom and grandma's wishes) loves to pick me up and throw me into it. It's actually very fun, and I love it. Well, this go 'round after I landed on the bean bag, I was laying there giggling away. Dad was so excited that I found such joy in our play. He jumped on the bean bag with me. As he did I fleeeew up so high, oh what fun..... until my tough forehead bashed right into daddy's big head hitting his nose and lip!!! All of the sudden daddy was gushing with blood!!! Mommy grabbed me and checked that I was alright. I was totally fine. But dad had some serious battle wounds. This is a picture of the damage. Did I mention daddy has a big 'ol head!?
This is another peek-a-boo mishap...
Amelia laughing in the playpen
Amelia and mom walking down the hall
this one we call the tap and tickle, what a sweet giggle!
We have been "tagged" by Burke and Hayley, so here we go...
1. Your full names? Brandt Clark and Shelly Ann Nazer
2. How long have you been together? All said 3 years
3. How long did you date? 2 years
4. How old are you? Brandt just turned 29 and he robbed the cradle, Shelly’s 22
5. Who eats more? Unfortunately for Shelly this one’s pretty close, but we’d have to say Brandt
6. Who said "I Love You" first? Shelly couldn’t hold back
7. Who is taller? Brandt is 6 ft Shelly is 5’5”
9. Who is smarter? Shelly’s a book worm but Brandt leads in common sense (at least he thinks)
10. Who does the laundry? We both help out but Shelly does it a little more
11. Who pays the bills? Thanks to on-line bill pay it’s just a click away for Shelly, although Brandt brings in most the money – Shelly’s always good at getting rid of it
12. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Shelly, we think?
13. Who mows the lawn? Neither, our lawn is so small Brandt uses a weed whacker
14. Who cooks dinner? We have a deal, Shelly does the cooking and Brandt does the dishes
16. Who kissed whom first? Brandt tried a few times before Shelly would give in.
17. Who's more stubborn? Definitely Brandt
19. Who proposed? Brandt put Shelly’s ring in her Christmas Stocking
20. Who has more friends? Obviously Burke and Hayley, oh you mean out of Brandt and Shelly – that one’s a toss up but we’re lucky to be each other’s best friend
22. Who has more siblings? 2 vs. 1 – Brandt wins
23. Who wears the pants? Brandt does because Shelly lets him (does that mean Shelly does?)
We tag Dorothy and Courtney… Dorothy, call us if you need help ;)
Daddy and Millie like to play a game called "I'm gonna get you". Daddy chases Millie, who runs away as fast as she can.
Well we celebrated Amelia's first Easter! Yay! It was soooo much fun. We went through two Easter dresses but what little girl doesn't like to play dress up, right? Who care if it's because the first one got dirty!? Oh, those bunny ears looked so cute. Amelia was just the sweetest most adorable little thing ever. When we gave her her Easter basket she just knew that it was all for her and it was something special. She glowed bright and beautifully, with a big smile on her face. We gave her a baby friendly basket custom made with books, a big pretty flower, a rubber ducky (her first, and favorite) an egg puzzle - only two pieces, she can handle that, and an egg decorating kit for all of us to do together. We all had a fabulous day as we hope you did too :)
My job is a very special one: We help children. We watch them grow. We bandage their wounds. We take care of them when they're sick. We listen to their hearts. We prevent great illness. We take foreign bodies out of their nose. We help them breath. We clean their ears. We give them medicine, some like it... some don't. Often they cry, but we make them smile and (this is very important) we give them stickers!
We see a lot of children and a whole lot of babies. They are all too cute. Some are big and some are very small. Some are round and some are a little tall. Some are quiet and some are not. Some are mean and some are snots (just kidding...or maybe I'm not) Some parents are a little bit much but we always remember, it's the children that give us so much. We see so many, it hard to remember. Is your name Tanner, Taylor, oh yeah it's Trevor!
It's a great place, that place where I work... I feel bad to feel so bad, kind of like a big jerk. I want to stop rhyming but instead I can't stop crying. Today I met an angel. He didn't even need wings. Now all I can think of is his poor parents home alone with all of his things. For a moment today I spent time with this child. The moment too brief, now this grief is driving me wild!!!
Before I was a mother, this medicine fascinated me. How could I have looked at these situations with any kind of glee? Oh, this baby, he was something else. They all are. So why did he have to have bad health? All day today, we all tried to work. But still inside we felt pain and hurt. He wasn't even our patient, another doctor near by. All I can do is ponder why, can't someone tell me why? I think my goodness I just barely played with his toes. Oh this poor baby, that I didn't even know. I just checked his oxygen, his breathing was fine. I need to go home where I have been blessed and I can spend time with mine.
I wanted to write a blog to tell about this cute little guy, a sweet angel that didn't have to die. I don't understand, all I can do is bawl. I didn't even mean to write a poem, not at all...
Amelia can say dada but even better, she can say dad!!! Here is a small clip of her saying, "dad" plain as day. She can also say mama, blah blah and she does a mighty fine raspberry (or zurbert as Brandt calls them.) When she's bored she does what we've dubbed the booger shooter; She'll blow really big in and out of her nose. Another favorite is 'the monster' where she clenches her teeth and blows in and out. Oh she is a funny girl :) She is also just days away from walking so keep a look out for her first steps on video coming to a blog near you.


