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Dear Campbell: 32 Months

Yesterday Ben and Lexi came over for a play date and Lex spied a picture of me sitting on my Grandpa's lap.  She asked why "Campbell" looked sad.  Lexi's Mom, Allison, was in the middle of answering when she realized it wasn't you. Allison was amazed how much you look like I did at the same age.  Well, apparently you not only look like me but act like me, too.  We've had a lot of snow around here this winter and earlier in the week as we scraped the car off to go to Kroger you announced "Mommy, I don't want any more snow! I want to go to the beach!" Well - I couldn't have said it better myself!

While you have grown tired of the snow and the cold that keeps you indoors, the first couple snowfalls were fun for you.  Your Daddy took you sledding a couple times and I took you to Dotdot and Peepaw's to make snow angels.  You made some pretty awesome angels - complete with a halo courtesy of the ball on top of your winter hat!

And, of course, you had to swing while you were playing outside at Dotdot and Peepaw's house - even if it was freezing cold!  I have a feeling once it is warm outside keeping you in the house at all will be a nearly impossible feat!  As it is your favorite thing to say is "Will you play with me?"  It drives your Daddy crazy because you even ask that question when we are in the middle of actively playing with you!  One of your favorite things to play recently has been Shrek.  Daddy introduced you Shrek one night when Mommy went out with the girls.  The next morning he threw you over his shoulder like Shrek did with Princess Fiona and for a week you refused to call him anything but Shrek.

You continue to crack us up daily.  The other night we were eating with Dotdot and Peepaw when all of a sudden you stopped moving.  We asked what you were doing and through gritted teeth you explained "I'm frozing!"  You spent the next few minutes freezing into whatever silly face we could come up with from happy to mad to thoughtful.  The whole while you had Dotdot, Peepaw and me in tears from laughing.

You have also caused great humor by busting out with very grown-up statements at the most random times.  The other day I asked you if you wanted a treat and you informed me "Mommy first I have to eat something healthy."  Another time I was taking Marlo out to go potty and had forgotten the bag for her cast. You came running to the door and exclaimed "Mommy! The doctor said DO NOT GET IT WET!" Wagging your finger at me the whole time, I might add. The other day you were at Wal-Mart with Daddy and as you walked by the pillows you informed him he needed to buy one.  When he asked why you said "Because then you'll sleep better."  And on more than one occasion you have launched into a long-winded explanation of how you need to learn to go potty in the big potty before you can start school and learn to read and ride a bus.

Now if only we could get you to follow through on some of these big kid observations!

All my love-

Mommy

Dear Campbell: 31 Months

A lot has happened in the month or so since my last newsletter.  The biggest two events being Christmas and Mommy and Daddy's first big trip without you.  First things first - Christmas was a huge hit! You fully embraced the Christmas spirit this year - understanding the whole Santa thing and asking for a zillion presents.  I think were all a little surprised when you jumped right up on Santa's lap and informed him you wanted a xylophone and drums. You insisted you were going to tell him whenever we prepped you but given last year's death grip on Mommy and your still pretty regular tendency to play shy with strangers . . . . I wasn't so sure you would talk to him. But you were the perfect little girl. I even think you took Santa by surprise - I'm not sure he is used to kids telling him what they want before he even asks!

Christmas itself was wonderful, relaxing.  We got in all the Rinehart family traditions this year since it was our year home.  We did Christmas Eve service at church - where you had everyone in stitches as you asked questions about the service and cheerfully asked why they didn't light your candle first.  After church we did tea at Dotdot's house.  That night we started our own family tradition by writing Santa a thank you note and leaving cookies and milk out for him and putting brussel sprouts on the porch for the reindeer. Christmas morning you were a little overwhelmed when Santa brought you all three gifts you asked for - drums, a xylophone and a Kai Lan house.  At first you just stood there staring then as it dawned on you the smile grew and the drumming commenced.

The Santa and gifts part of Christmas is mastered and I think Christmas is officially one of your favorite days of the year.  You have already started a list of what you want for Christmas next year.  Now we just have to teach you that snow doesn't mean it is Christmas.  We got a few flurries right before Christmas this year and your Daddy told you that meant it was officially Christmas.  It has snowed twice since then and both times you have declared "It's snowing, that means it's Christmas again!"  Come to think of it you seem to like both the winter holidays.  On New Year's Eve Mommy and Daddy went to a party and Dotdot and Peepaw kept you.  They got noise makers and streamers and hats and you were all prepped for a party with them - from what Dotdot says and the pictures she took you were quit the party animal!

The second big event of the last month or so came the day after your month birthday - Mommy and Daddy went on a week long cruise with some friends and left you for the week with Dotdot and Peepaw.  I think everyone involved had a good time though I think everyone agrees a trip that long without you isn't likely to happen again any time soon.  Mommy isn't leaving you for that long again unless forced to and I think Dotdot and Peepaw needed a vacation to recover from taking care of you for 9 days.  You definitely kept them busy as you guys went to see Alvin and the Chipmunks, you went to the dino exhibit in town, you went shopping and out to eat and to "nastics" - it was an action packed week for your grandparents.  But, Dotdot did email me the day after we got back and said she missed you the first night you weren't there.

I will close with one funny story about what you are doing right now.  This past weekend you watched Shrek for the first time.  The next morning you apparently didn't want to go to Gretchen's so to avoid the pending meltdown Daddy threw you over his shoulder saying you were Princess Fiona and he was Shrek.  Now you refuse to call him anything but Shrek. Whenever I refer to him as Daddy you say "You mean Shrek, Mommy?" Yesterday at the library you told Miss Libby your Daddy was Shrek and asked if she had any books about him. As always you keep us laughing!

All my love -

Mommy

Dear Campbell: 27, 28, 29 & 30 Months

Campbell Dear, when you look back on this blog when you are grown I hope you will not feel the need to chastise me for being derelict in writing your monthly newsletters this fall.  You can rest assured that your Dotdot has been filling in for you in real time with several reminders that I am behind.  I think a couple of your aunts and uncles may have started a rumor that we've entered the witness protection program to explain the long absence of news from Danville. The truth is Mommy has just been busy and has fallen behind.  No fun excuses or dog ate my homework stories here.  Just a promise to try really hard not to ever fall four months behind again!

That said, it has been a very busy few months.  Just after my last letter I had my big meeting of the year and was away for a week.  You and Daddy survived once again.  Then the next weekend we packed up and headed down to Glasgow to pick-up the newest member of our family - Marlo.  It has been a year since Tex passed away and we decided we needed to find Fitzy a new home. (Which I am thrilled to report he has a wonderful new home, has adjusted very well and is super happy!)  In that ensuing year you were becoming increasingly skittish around dogs while at the same time were more and more urgently pleading for a cuddly little pet of your own.  So, Mommy did some hard core research and we determined that a Boston Terrier was the right fit for our family. We struggled with whether or not to find a rescue puppy but after the experience with Fitzy I was so gun shy about another bad fit with you so little that we went with a middle ground.  We got Marlo from a farm where she was an accidental litter - not a major puppy breeder situation.

You and Marlo became fast friends.  And she has proven to be the perfect choice.  She is equal parts indestructible and totally passive - perfect because she can withstand the occasional body check that happens while playing fetch and she hasn't bitten your hand off any of the times you have picked her up by her head. And unfortunately despite many lectures and time outs and countless other approaches you still insist on picking her up by her head or squeezing her around the neck at least half a dozen times a day. But overall you are doing very well with Marlo and have really enjoyed teaching her to play fetch and helping to feed her - which she loves to eat! And over Thanksgiving during our visit to Boston you were much less anxious around the Pollets' dog, Ivan, so I think the decision to get you a new puppy was a good one.

So, Marlo was the big news from September.  October, of course, brought Halloween which was a little rocky around our house this year.  First the fun details - you decided you wanted to be a witch.  But not any kind of witch - a happy witch.  So after looking at all the little girl witch costumes and deciding that none captured the essence of a happy witch - I ordered you a Glinda the Good Witch costume - complete with tiara and magic wand.  You loved it!  Fast forward to Halloween - Dotdot and I took you to Centre's Halloween festival and you had a pretty good time though you were a little cranky because you didn't take a very good nap that day.  Turns out this was a preview of what lay in store - and it brings me to the explanation of why I dread nap time.  Bedtime doesn't bother me - nap time is my least favorite time of day. Why? Because you fight taking naps like a champ now.  And on Halloween day you flat refused to go to sleep - despite my assuring you we would not go trick-or-treating if you didn't nap.  So, we did not join Ben, Lexi and Nathaniel for our traditional TOTing. 

However, I wasn't going to be totally deprived of pictures of you dressed up so we went to Debbie's house. Where it turned out you probably had more fun than you would have walking around downtown.  You helped Debbie pass out her candy and read books with her in between.  The first couple of times the doorbell rang Daddy told you to "Execute Campbell, pass out the candy"  So from then on every time the doorbell rang you sprang up, yelled "Execute" and ran to the door.

November brought the great plane count down.  We told you at the beginning of the month that you were going to be able to fly on a big plane at Thanksgiving when we went to visit Ganny, Popper and the Pollets family.  You were very excited!  In fact, when I went to my annual conference about a week before Thanksgiving you were very upset when you thought I had gone on the plane without you.  You did very well flying.  Both landings hurt your little ears some but nothing a sucker didn't fix. On the return flight you cracked us up making friends with the little girl in the row behind us.  All of a sudden you just turned around and started babbling a mile a minute to her about your dog and various other topics.  After we were off the plane and going to baggage you were very concerned - "Where my little friend go, Mommy?"

You had a great deal of fun playing with Brynn and Wendy and the rest of the crew over Thanksgiving. We took a trip to the Kennedy Library and the Children's Museum. And of course, opening your Christmas presents from Ganny and Popper was a big hit.  The highlight of the presents was when you modeled the full rain gear ensemble including the umbrella.  You and Popper even took it for a test run out in the rain - though it took you about 10 minutes to walk the 4 feet out the door because the boots are a little big.  But you put the Morton's salt girl to shame you were so cute!

That basically brings us up to today.  This weekend we decorated for Christmas.  You are very excited about seeing Santa and you keep assuring me you will sit on his lap and talk to him this year. I for one am very excited about spending this Christmas at home.  I know it is hard for your Daddy not being with his family at Christmas but the traveling holiday show that is required for the years we do Christmas with the Johnsons just doesn't feel like Christmas for me.  And I'm excited to share the Rinehart Christmas traditions with you for the first time.

To quickly cover a few of the funnier things you have started doing . . . . You have all but totally emerged from your shell.  You rarely shy away from getting "on stage" and singing Twinkle Twinkle or the alphabet to anyone who will listen.  You also enjoy making up songs - and those are always entertaining.  Lately you have added composing to our bedtime routine.  Each night you ask me to tell you one story on a topic you choose and then I sing our song to you before you go to sleep.  Lately you have requested songs of the same subject as the story and when I say I don't know the "Mommy plane song" or the "Dora playground song" you proceed to sing the songs to me.  These little serenades have quickly become a highlight of my days.  You continue to crack us up with funny stories and sayings.  Last night at dinner Daddy told you about how when he was a little boy there was a candy store near his school.  In reply you informed him that "When I was your age Daddy I got candy for treats and it was the best in the whole world."

So, my little entertainer - I promise to do a better job documenting these fun times as you grow up way too fast and also I will try to post humorous anecdotes more frequently before I forget them.  In any event - thank you for making the last two and a half years the best of my life.

All my love -

Mommy

Dear Campbell: 26 Months

Oh boy is Mommy late with this month's letter!  And while I'm apologizing for this month I'll go ahead and apologize for next month because I'll be late then, too.  In fact, I won't even see you on your month birthday in September because I'll be gone to Tolls - a thought that makes me very sad!

You continue to grow like a weed.  We have discovered that you have rather large feet as this has been the month of musical sparkly shoes.  I was at Target one day and grabbed a pair of adorable light pink glittery shoes.  As I knew you would, you loved them. Only they wouldn't even pretend to go on your feet.  So I ended up checking the other Target to find a larger size and brought home a hot pink pair and a silver pair.  The hot pink ones do not fit but the silver ones are fine as long as you wear socks. In giving Lexi your too small pairs I have learned that you are a size 6-6.5 compared to Lexi's 5-5.5 - and you guys are the same height. So either you are going to end up tall or you have inherited the Rineharts' fat, wide, square feet for which I am sorry!

During this month in your young life you have truly begun to embrace the joy of imagination and make-believe.  One of your favorite new games is to line up the chairs from your little table in the middle of your bedroom floor and pretend they are a school bus (you are obsessed with school buses and one day riding one).  We then sit in the chairs and repeatedly travel from park to park or farm to farm or store to store depending on what scenario you have chosen. You still desperately want a "kitty my own" and fairly regularly you walk around with your hands cupped "papping" imaginary kittens and giving them as presents to your friends and family.  You are also starting to embrace the art of story telling.  After learning that Aunt Quinny's house was struck by lightning, you went around recounting the adventure to everyone for nearly a week.  It went a little something like this: "Quinn in bed and storm and BSHSHSHSHSH! and woke up and TV dead, she got new one - Can you believe that?"

 

This month we - i.e. Mommy, Dotdot, Peepaw and Campbell - took a road trip to Grandma-Grandma's house. We started the trip off with a bang as Dotdot gave you a third baby to carry around - so we now have DollyCocoViolet. You were very excited about staying in a hotel coming and going and about getting to bunk with Mommy in the "big girl bed."  While in Pennsylvania we spent a lot of time counting horse-drawn buggies and exploring the area playgrounds. We've been trying to encourage you to go potty more often and, of course, you chose a road trip to decide to go poopoo in the big girl potty for the first time in weeks and so your reward was a new Diego toy which you love!  While at the Kettle Kitchen you experienced really good, fresh kettle korn for the first time.  You also learned about feeding the birds when you drop a piece.

Finally, this month you made your racing debut.  You come from a long line of runners and on your month birthday you competed in the Fastest Kid in Town race in Lexington.  You didn't win - it appears you have inherited my starting reflexes, or lack thereof - so we'll have to work on starts.  But you gain serious points for style as you are very reminiscent of Usain Bolt.  He is a good person to emulate since it also appears you will follow in Mommy's footsteps and be a sprinter and not a distance runner like Daddy.  The other night you and Annie were running laps around the patio at dinner and Annie could have gone on forever but after every turn there was a distinct pause on your part and a flash on your face as you visibly saw her keep running and thought "Really, kid, we can stop now, it's okay."  After a few laps you made the turn and both hands went to your side as you experienced your first side stitches.  Yeah, short bursts of speed definitely appear to be your style.  We'll start adding in obstacles to hurdle in a few weeks!

All my love to my little racer -
Mommy

Dear Campbell: 25 Months

Late as always - I have so many funny stories to share from the last month in your life!  Just when I think I can't find you any more precious or hysterically entertaining you prove me wrong.  A couple of weeks ago went to the aquarium and the Hofbrauhaus for Daddy's birthday.  You loved the aquarium, though for the most part your attention span at any given exhibit lasted about 1-2 minutes.  The exception being the largest shark tunnel and the penguins. In fact, the penguins were such a big hit that we brought a stuffed baby penguin home with us - after several attempts the name Cash seems to have finally stuck.  At dinner you - with Cash (who at the time was Penny) on your head - danced around the nearby tables to the accordian band.

Over the past few weeks we have been exploring a house across town and are signing a contract on it this week - hopefully we will sell our house and things will work out so we can move.  The new house is in Streamland and will provide a much more child-friendly environment than busy Third Street.  As you grow you will be able to ride your bike and go to friend's houses and the neighborhood pool - not to mention Dotdot and Aunt Debbie's houses - with ease.  In an effort to get ourselves in order to sell, we worked cleaning and weeding around the house and yard all weekend.  You very much enjoyed helping Daddy scrub the screened-in porch and front porch.  At one point I came upstairs to find you covered in soap suds, half soaked smiling wide as you exclaimed "Look Mommy - I like Annie!"

Yesterday morning you were out in the yard helping me weed the patio.  You did more chasing the kitty around than weeding but you provided wonderful entertianment as you treated the neighbor's kitty like a real live, human playmate.  "Look kitty, I have a moose on my shirt."  "Come here kitty and snuggle."  "I play hide seek with kitty, Mama."  "Peekaboo kitty. Peekaboo."  "Kitty want to play with my shovel?"  Several times you felt it necessary to explain to me that the kitty "not my kitty. I my own kitty."  But despite several weeks of telling Daddy "I my own kitty to take park and hug" - Daddy is still holding out on letting you get a kitty. (Anyone reading this who finds it as pitiful as I do that Adam won't let Campbell have a kitten feel free to bombard him with hate-filled email.)

It seems not a day goes by when there aren't at least half a dozen funny stories to share with family and friends.  The other evening at the pool you kept insisting that you were watching one Diego before bed.  So there you sat on the top step, swimmies on your arms, one finger in the air saying over and over "I watch ONE Diego get home."  Finally another little girl of about 5 swimming nearby stopped and looked at you and said "My name isn't Diego."

The other night walking with Dotdot you started dropping graham cracker crumbs along the street to feed the birds.  At one point we heard a bird and you held a morsel out in your hand in front of you and said "Here Mr. Bird, do you want some of my cookie?"  After holding your arm extended for about 30 seconds you threw the crumb aside, looked back with the most sincere face and said "He didn't want it Mama."

I still haven't fully grasped that you are two already. It just doesn't seem possible. But if stay half as funny as you are now, then this ride we're on is going to be a lot of fun - even if it is going by too quickly! (A little hint for the future, too.  The funny times are a good way to make me forget about the infuriating attempts to get you to go to bed before 10:00 or to take a nap or to use the big girl potty. So remember that when you're 13, 14, 15 and you have ticked me off.  You might be well served to do something hilarious and utterly adorable before asking me to go to the movies or to have a friend spend the night.)

All of my love-
Mommy

Dear Campbell: 24 Months

You turned two this past Monday and already it's hard to remember details about the big weekend as it is a blur of visiting family and total chaos. Just as we did last year, we chose to celebrate your birthday at the Great American Brass Band Festival with a full weekend of fun activities.  Your Ganny, Popper, GG, Aunt Kristin, Uncle Corbett and cousins Jack and Caden all came in to join those of us in Danville for the big weekend. We kicked the weekend off on Friday with concerts and fun downtown.  You had great fun playing and dancing with Jack, Caden and Ben and Lexi.

 

Saturday started bright and early with the second annual wagon decorating contest.  And, for the second year you were robbed. Which means your picture will probably be the centerpiece of next year's promotional pieces just like it was this year!  Our theme this year was a Boston Pops Tea Party.  You and Nathaniel dressed up like Indians and sat in our wagon decorated like a ship while your cousin Jack pulled you along dressed like a colonist. By far you had the biggest and loudest fan section (see below for just one small crowd of admirers) and our spys tell us that folks up and down the street kept saying our wagon was their favorite.  And there was no doubt you were the cutest kids so I don't know what someone has to do around here to win a contest!

After an afternoon of hanging out with DotDot and Peepaw at the festival and then a nice nap, we got decked out in our UK duds and met-up witht the Johson/Fosters for the picnic. Our table theme this year was "A House Divided: UK v Duke" though we spent most of our time once again dancing and playing with Ben and Lexi over by the stage. 

Sunday we celebrated your birthday - starting off first thing with the presentation of your present from Mommy and Daddy - a new kitchen!  The morning was filled with banging and clanging as you, Jack and Cade whipped up many an imaginary culinary treat. After sneaking in a nap, it was off to your party.  As with almost everything you do, you enjoyed your party to the fullest from eating cupcakes to running around and playing.  After you opened each present you ran, with your classic, open-mouthed Campbell grin out into the field as if to show off your new toy.  The big hits of the day were a Dora from Ben and Lexi, a Brobee from Quinny and Jay and a chef's hat from Annie. You were quite a sight dragging Brobee around while sporting the hat and your new Minnie shades.

In fact, you were so cute that it took no time for Popper to sell you to the news as a perfect story.  And, indeed, we have watched the 8 seconds of fame that made it onto the evening news many, many, many times as you get great joy out of seeing "Campbell's Mommy on teeeeeveeeee".

While I may have managed to retain fewer mental pictures and wasn't as able to savor this year's birthday as much as last's - it was a huge success nonetheless.  You had a blast which is the most important thing.  I still can't believe you are two. In some ways it seems like yesterday that we found out we were pregnant and in some ways it seems like you have to be older than just two.  Your doctor said just yesterday that he thought you could probably pass your preschool screening already - just more affirmation that you are a super gifted, amazingly sweet and funny little girl. With you, my darling, every day is a party!

All my love-
Mommy

Dear Campbell: 23 Months

Mommy is very late with this month's letter . . . . It has been a crazy couple of weeks. I was actually gone to my spring meeting on your month birthday and then three days after I got back we left for vacation.  I spent the those three intervening days trying to get ready for vacation while tracking down my missing suitcase . . . So, long story short I decided the night before leaving for Kiawah that I may as well wait until after vacation so I could write about it this month since next month we will cover your birthday festivities.

Last week we went to Kiawah with Dotdot and Peepaw.  You have been anxiously awaiting this trip for weeks - routinely talking about riding bikes at the beach and riding boats (nobody knows where you got this idea) and swimming.  Well, my dear, you did all of those things while we were gone and loved every minute of it!  You started having fun as we pulled into the parking lot to shop and check-in where you exclaimed: "We here! We here!"  You then started a Kiawah Island fan club at Freshfields market as you pushed a baby cart around with CocoDolly sitting in it.

 

The first couple of days we stayed on the island and usually started the day off with a bike ride.  You loved riding bikes and attracted more fan club members as folks rode by talking about how cute you were in your little seat.  Mommy enjoyed the running dialogue you provided as you looked for alligators and deer.  Peepaw worked tirelessly to teach you that there weren't crocodiles on the island as that is what you wanted to call them.  For a while we were hunting "crocigators" - a very large one of which we spotted the first night in the lagoon behind our condo.

The beach was a big hit. All of our fears that the messy sand and large amounts of water and waves would freak you out some were unfounded.  You bounded right in the first trip down and jumped waves with Daddy.  One wave even caught you and turned you completely over and you popped up a little dazed but then were soon ready to get right back in.  I think your favorite beach activity was running back and forth between the water's edge and the chairs yelling "Run back up here" and "Run back to water" as you went.   You also enjoyed throwing your doll, Sammy, into the water and digging in the sand. 

Wednesday we decided to go into Charleston and take you on a horsey carriage ride and a boat ride.  Like all great plans ours hit a snag when the carriage ride took 30 minutes longer than it was supposed to and we missed the boat.  But we went back Thursday and did the boat ride. The thrill of being on a boat wore off quickly but you had fun climbing the stairs and running around in the empty downstairs room.

All in all it was a wonderful vacation and Mommy had a blast spending such a large chunk of time with you.  You were so much fun!  As always you amazed me with your ability to have fun doing anything from jumping waves to climbing stairs at the mall to grocery shopping.  And the daily adventures gave you new material for the growing sentences and paragraphs that come spilling out of you now. Some of my favorite phrases of the trip included: "Where Dotdot and Peepaws a go?" "See any gators in there?"  "Campbell ride bike in seat with helmet" and "No sleep in Mommy bed, its itty bitty."

In just a couple of weeks you will be two which is hard for me to fathom on many levels.  On the one hand it seems like just  yesterday when we brought you home from the hospital. On the other hand, you talk and act so much older than two that it is sometimes hard for me to remember that you are just two.  Either way you are a joy and I look forward to many more vacation adventures with you in the coming  years!

All my love -
Mommy

Dear Campbell: 22 Months

As I sit here writing you are back in your crib stubbornly refusing to go to sleep.  You woke up at the crack of dawn this morning.  We had a busy morning with a bath and story time and lunch with Dotdot and Peepaw.  You looked at me as we finished eating and announced "Campbell sleepy" and then tried to lay down in the floor of the restaurant to take a nap.   You didn't even make it the 2 miles back to our house before falling asleep. Then you woke up as I tried to move you to bed.  So I rocked you and you fell asleep again almost instantly you were so tired.  But you woke up once again as I tried to put you down.  So now you are refusing to go to sleep again.  Every few minutes I hear a round of increasingly loud "Mommy cooooome iiiiiiiiuuuuuunnnnn" calls.  Now you are telling me "Campbell ready Mommy" - This stubbornness - you get it from your Daddy's side of the family!  Mommy doesn't know the first thing about being stubborn.(No, Adam I still won't eat your fish sticks or try mac-n-cheese with ketchup!)

This has been another busy month in your little world. You got your first haircut - and were absolutely perfect! You picked a Barbie jeep to sit in and seemed to love the whole deal - though the giant slide was the biggest hit! We went to Boone Tavern to celebrate Mommy's birthday and the days of enjoying a meal that lasts more than 20 minutes in a restaurant without a game room are apparently officially over for the foreseeable future. In the past week or two we have started trying to revive your interest in going big girl potty.  You are talking about it more but getting you to actually sit on the potty is still a little challenging.  Apparently you and your buddy Sammy were planning a sleep over at Gretchen's yesterday. You are totally obsessed with going to the park and swinging and doing anything outside. A few weeks ago I told you we were going to the beach and we'd ride bikes and swim so almost everyday you announce "Campbell ride bikes beach. Get seat Mommy's bike for Campbell.  Show Daddy."

 

In addition to Boone Tavern we took you to Keeneland for Breakfast with the Works last Saturday. All week you kept asking if it was time to go to see the horsies. Friday night you were so excited to go see the horsies in the morning that Ithought you would never go to sleep.  I can only imagine what Christmas Eve will be like this year! We had to get up very early Saturday and I came in and woke you up and at first you looked at me like I was awful then I told you it was time to go see the horsies and you sat bolt upright and squealed "Go see horsies! Campbell ride it!"  You loved watching the horses working out and you really had fun riding the Equicizer horse. Your equine tendency carried over into Easter morning as you spent a good chunk of brunch at the Melton's riding Shana's old rocking horse.  

Easter was a great treat for you, too.  You loved getting your bunny basket of treats. Then we went to the Melton's for breakfast and an egg hunt.  You had a ton of fun playing with Avy and her baby doll - and, of course, riding the horse.  Then we went outside for the egg hunt.  You were a pro!  All the hide and seek playing must have helped out as you spotted eggs like a hawk. The big fun happened after the hunt when you and Avy played out in the front yard. You guys played Ring-Around-the-Rosies and then Avy taught you to pose for pictures like a superstar in your shades.

Each month of your life is more and more fun.  My dear girl, you are so smart and so funny! We are in for quit a ride!  Hardly a minute goes by that you don't do something to make us laugh or smile.  Right now you are laying on the couch next to me having refused to go to sleep.  And even now, as I should be frustrated as can be with you, I can't help but chuckle as you dance with the potty song on your Elmo movie. Of course, knowing that I'm going to a play with Dotdot and Daddy will be stuck with the worst of the evening's napless crankiness allows me to focus on the cute part of your refusal to sleep!

So, let this little naptime story remind you that even when I'm not happy with your behavior, I will always love you!

All of my heart -

Mommy

Dear Campbell: 21 Months

Shew kiddo! It has been a rough couple of weeks around our house.  First Mommy had a cold that kept me (and Daddy) up coughing at night for a week.  Then you picked up a stomach virus of some sort at daycare and we struggled to keep anything in you for a week.  But, knock on wood we are all healthy again.

Luckily you recovered by this weekend and were able to have fun on your "birthday" weekend.  First you had a big play date with Ben and Lexi.  Once I convinced you that their dog wasn't going to eat you, the three of you had a ball playing with dolls and riding cars and playing in the Rose Petal Cottage.  In fact, you may have had a little too much fun as the meltdown that ensued when we had to leave and as we tried to put you to bed was the worst you've ever thrown.  Well, the worst until you woke up that night at midnight.  You scared Mommy terribly.  You awoke screaming and crying and you wouldn't let me touch you and you wouldn't look at me.  This went on for about 20 minutes before I finally called for your sleeping father because I didn't want to break down in front of you and distress you further.  Just after I left the room, before I could have a complete breakdown of my own, you finally snapped out of it and called for me.  It was still a while before we got you back to sleep but at least you would let me comfort you at that point.

Daddy talked to your Aunt Kristin the next morning and she suggested it might have been a night terror.  Apparently your cousin Jackson had a couple similar episodes.  I've also since learned that your Popper has weird sleep issues and has tackled your Daddy in his sleep before.  So, apparently the Johnson side of the family has bizarre sleep genes and I am now worried you may have inherited them. You've since slept through the night soundly so I am crossing my fingers that this was an isolated incident.  If not, and you start attacking people in your sleep like your Popper, then I guess maybe we will have to look into restraining you at night.  Or, more likely, I will start making your Daddy deal with Crazy Nighttime Campbell since it is his gene pool from which this behavior tick will have descended.  I will also remind you later in life to yell at him, not me, when you continually scare away boyfriends after accosting them in their sleep. 

Aside from the medical maladies and sleep disorders, the month has been pretty typical. You continue to learn by leaps and bounds.  Your newest favorite trick to practice is jumping. You haven't mastered getting both feet of the ground every time but are close. Your favorite phrase is still "Campbell do it" and you have discovered a new friend - Mickey Mouse.  We took you to Disney on Ice this past Sunday and right on cue that morning you asked out of the blue to watch Mickey Mouse - I didn't even know you knew who he was so I was excited to share the day's plans with you.  Your first icecapade was a hit and when we got home I unearthed the stuffed Mickey and Minnie that were mine as a child.  Since both have joined your bedtime menagerie and Mickey has been swinging on the front porch and rocked to sleep at bedtime. 

The recent nighttime fit has reminded me just how lucky I am to have such a beautiful and good natured little girl. You truly are fun-loving and lovable 99% of the time.  You are almost always smiling - and I can say that even as the tantrums of the terrible twos start to rear their ugly heads. You just don't come by fits naturally and for that I could not be more grateful.  I'm not sure how much of the nurturing, self-sacrificial part of mothering comes naturally to me so I am truly blessed to have a child that makes being a loving mother so very easy.

I love you with all my heart -

Mommy

Dear Campbell: 20 Months

Wow! What a crazy few weeks since Mommy last wrote you!  Winter hit Central Kentucky with a vengeance a couple weeks ago.  There was a big ice and snow storm.  Danville was buried under about an inch of ice, which resulted in a loss of power and many, many downed trees.  We were without power for about 6 days.  The first night wasn't too bad since we didn't lose power until the evening.  We moved camp to DotDot and Peepaw's house since they had a fire.  By night three - Friday - it was COLD and we all moved up to a hotel in Lexington for the long weekend.  You were hardly phased at all by the craziness.  You loved running laps around the couches pushed up to the fire at DotDot's and caring for Dolly and Coco and Baby during the whole ordeal.  Once we were in Lexington you enjoyed pushing the "buts" on the elevator.  Unfortunately as we neared day 6 you started to get sick - it turns out you had Strep throat.  Luckily our power came back on just as that hit so we were at least back home to mend you. 

Despite the forelorn look on your face here, you adapted very well to our rustic lifestyle.

Outside of Mother Nature's cruel joke, this month has been so enjoyable as we've watched you continue to blossom.  Your vocabulary has exploded and little sentences and stories and conversations with you are the norm now.  You can count to ten by yourself. Your imagination has really taken off.  You love taking care of all of your peeps - the numbers of which grow daily.  Tonight you have Dolly, Coco, Baby, Superman and a bear all sleeping with you.  But DotDot says I can't make fun of you for your pack mentality because you get it from me. The other day you were making coffee for Coco and Dolly and walked - no marched - over to the fireplace and touched a tile and declared that you had coffee and then marched back over to Dolly and made her drink it.  Then you repeated the whole process with every person or animal or doll you could find. 

I don't think I will ever get used to the uneasy, bittersweet feeling of revelling in the wonder that you are while mourning the loss of my little baby.  There are no vestiges of baby left in you now, my Darling.  Except for when you are asleep, then you look the same as you always have. I think that is why I still love to sit with you for a minute after you doze off at night or for a nap and just watch you sleep.  Dotdot counseled me that each new stage of your life would be even more fun than the last and she was right.  Everyday I find myself marveling at some point at how fun you are. Whether its watching you scoot around on the floor while emphatically telling me to "SIT RIGHT HERE - RIGHT HERE" so you can eat your pudding or laughing hysterically while you dance to a song or fighting back tears while your sweet voice sings about spiders and teapots, each day is filled with so many cherished memories. 

When I was pregnant everybody kept telling Mommy and Daddy that we couldn't imagine how great it was to be a parent.  Daddy and I laughed at how cliche that sounded but it's absolutely true.  I live a very blessed life. I have an amazing husband and the two best parents on earth and more than my share of wonderful friends, I enjoy my job.  Yet, in spite of all those other blessings each night when I lay down the best thoughts from each day are playbacks of scenes with you. You will forever be the biggest blessing.

All of my love-
Mommy