Glee Club*

Is there anything better than the sound of a baby's giggling-with-glee-laughter?  Whenever I hear Amelie laugh, it reminds me of how pure it sounds, especially from such an innocent young thing.  Only happiness and joy can produce such genuine laughter.  How amazing is that?

Here's a little glimpse of what that sounds like.

Man, the strange things we do to get our kids to laugh...

Amelie the Sleepyhead*

Sorry we've been so MIA!  Amelie and I have been very busy with work.  So busy that we've been conking out like logs every night.  Here's a cute little post to tide you over* 

There's something magical about sleeping babies.  Here is Amelie the little eskimo passed out in the car.  It looks like she has lip gloss on but that's just Aquaphor to help her chapped lips.

Amelie found her way to the other side of the crib and conked out with her dolls.  Doesn't she look like one of them?  And of course she has Bow-Wow close by, her favorite puppy.

 

I came into the room to find Amelie decided to use her teddy as a nice comfortable pillow.   There's Bow-Wow in hand.

Happy Music = Happy Feet*

Amelie loooooooves music.  Praise God for that because I prayed very specifically for that.  She loves to bop her feet, her hands and anything she can to the beat of a song.  My husband and I were fortunate to be able to play a lot of instruments and be in a children's choir (together) when we were young but alas, aside from having some deep soul and rhythmn, we are musically challenged.  Our hope lies in Amelie but we wouldn't mind her being a pro golfer either ^-^ We'll see what item she scoops up at her 1st Birthday coming up (too) soon!


Here's her happy feet skee bopping away to some music i was playing for her while she was having breakfast.  She's pretty on beat.


This is a short clip that I happened to catch of Amelie watching one of her favorite videos that our friend let us borrow called Baby Signing Time.  I've been trying to teach her some sign language because I think it makes it so much easier for them to comunicate with us while they can't talk just yet.

Twinkle Toes*

Amelie is growing so fast!  I feel like she's going to just one day get up and start walking on me already.  I call her Speedy Gonzales because when she's doing something naughty like putting dust into her mouth for a taste test and I see her, I say, "Amelie Park!", in a very stern voice and she nitro boosts crawling in the other direction so fast I seriously see a blur.  She's also started cruising and we practice walking with her.  One quirky thing I noticed about her was that instead of standing flat footed, she prefers to stand on her tippy-toes!  What an odd chick huh?  Well then, my mother told me I did the same exact thing so go figure the oddity.


Here are some clips of our Twinkle Toes in action... 


She's been DJing like a madwoman on her Leap Frog Learn & Groove Musical Table which helps her develop her leg muscles as well as give me some needed rest from chasing her.  Here are some clips of her bringing the house down and also showing off her signature Twinkle-Toed move.



Here is a nice closeup of her signature move.  I tried to get her to do the moonwalk but she insisted on wanting to show it off on a later post.

Amelie's New Do*

If you knew Amelie since birth, you can remember her awesomely bodacious bona fide mohawk that sported the top of her head for many months.  Here is a brief montage of the fantastical history of her hair to jog your memory.

 

  

  

  

Since birth, we haven't cut Amelie's hair once except when her grandfather, with the best of intentions, tried to cut the crazy hair around her ears and not tell us but how could we not notice the oddity.  With that said, her womb hair is extremely strong.  I kid you not.  While the little darling was getting her first true haircut by yours truly, one of her hairs, stabbed my thumb.  It was so strong that it splintered my finger at least 2 centimeters deep!

Anyways, Amelie was starting to look like a sheepdog without the help of a barrette or pigtails in hair so I decided I had to take action.  She deserves to see the beauty of the world that our God created clearly, especially being a spankin' brand new person.

I present to you, Amelie's mature new do!  

Doesn't she look like Angry Little Asian Girl or the little asian version of Amelie Poulain?

I can picture Amelie being like this when she gets older

and also this

It's the Little Things*

Slowly little bits and pieces of our personalities are coming out in Amelie. I guess because I'm such a visual person, I notice things that other people usually don't. I love to take in the bigger picture and then explore and soak things in little by little with all the senses...feel the texture, taste and smell the flavour, see the beauty and hear the music it makes. This is one prominent thing I've noticed that she's inherited from me is her attention to detail and thorough exploration of things. While I'm on the computer or doing laundry and I let Amelie loose on the floor, I come back to see her scouring the floor and playing with a strand of hair, or poking at a piece of lint, loose thread, crumb, tiny piece of paper and even gnawing on the garbage can (that's for another entry). Or we'll give her a colorful toy that lights up and has doodads all over it and what does she do, she flips it over and examines the screws and on-off switch first!

Here's our little Inspector Amelie hard at work.

Inspector Amelie* from Shirlpearl on Vimeo.

Clap your hands, say "yeah!"

It's amazing how easily a baby can be taught how to do something and then correlate it to their emotions. About a month or two ago, Amelie learned that she can put her two hands together palm to palm. Her father then taught her the joys of clapping. Now whenever she's happy or even sad, she'll clap. I think she is also a natural encourager of people. When people do things well or makes her happy, she claps with abounding joy. Amelie takes her clapping very seriously. She always seems to be examining her clapping techniques and endlessly in awe of the use of her fingers and hands staring at them all the time. Ah, the intrigue, curiosity and amazement of our firsts. I love living so vicariously through her again!



Here is her happy morning clap.