Our Favorite Toddler iPhone Apps

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These are a few of our favorite iPhone apps for my 2-2.5 year old. He absolutely loves anything related to letters and numbers so these games have been perfect for him. Plus it entertains him for a good 15-20 minutes at time, which is just enough time for momma to shower. We kept one of our old iPhone 4 and cleared everything off except these games and enabled the restrictions {he has learned how to FaceTime his daddy and grandparents solo} to block in-app purchases or making FaceTime calls. Some of these are free games and some cost a few dollars – but is worth the money!

1. TocaMonsters – Super cute game where you feed your monster of choice certain foods and it lets you cook, chop or blend each food item. Really entertaining and has great graphics.

2. ShapeBuilder – Simple puzzle like game including numbers, letters and shapes of common things. I thought this would be too complicated at first, but after a few minutes my 2.5year old caught on real quick.

3. Letter Quiz – A well made letter writing/tracing game, I screenshot his first game and it’s pretty precious seeing his first attempt at writing letters.

4. Endless Alphabet- Half puzzle, half spelling game. The letters of words are scrambled and you place each letter back into the correct place – the sound effect gets old after a few minutes but he loves matching the letters.

5. Monkey Preschool LunchBox – A bunch of little puzzles with numbers, shapes and letters perfect for 2-4 year olds and is easy to follow along

6. PBS Play & Learn – One of our first apps and filled with a lot of great practical life situations and games that are fun and educational.

 


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7 Years Ago…

a girl put on a white dress

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and met this boy at the end of the aisle

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they exchanged their vows, she changed her last name

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they kissed

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and made some babies

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happy 7th wedding anniversary!

Solo Weekend + 4 Days

Yesterday was my first solo day with BabyBird in quite some time.

Daddy left on the annual Seminoe WY camping/fishing trip that we used to do every summer. Including the summer that I was baking BabyBird except I didn’t know it yet and got the most horrible motion sickness + morning sickness all wrapped up in one when we were out on the boat. One of Grandpa’s buddies is a family doctor and causally hinted that maybe I was just pregnant but I adamantly denied it while I was silently doing the math in my head. And sure enough 9 months later, we had BabyBird and since that summer in 2010 I haven’t been back.

Can I say that I am tired? Or would that be an obvious statement?

Doing the whole dinner and bedtime routine is exhausting. Bending over in the tub with a belly to wash a wiggly 2 year old is half comical and a test of my balancing skills. By the time he is asleep in his cozy bed, I just want to veg out but then I am reminded of the mess in the kitchen. At least tonight I cooked dinner, whereas last night I just made myself a mixed berry cobbler and called that my dinner. Don’t judge.

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By the end of this week, I will be hopping on a plane and flying to San Francisco sans kiddo. The hubs will already be there for a work conference and I am tagging along for the weekend filled with sight seeing and relaxing just the two of us. There will also be food. Lots and lots of good food. Fresh seafood, dim sum, Chinatown, oh my belly is rumbling with excitement.

This will also be the very first time I have ever left BabyBird for the night since he was placed on my chest. For 2 years and 3 months I have tucked that little guy in each night. I am both excited and a bit anxious on how he will do next weekend for grandparents. One of his favorite teachers at school left this week, and then Daddy left for the weekend and then I’ll be gone. That’s a lot of changes for this little guy in such a short amount of time but I hope he will adjust well. I, on the other hand, am feeling quite okay with the trip. But ask me again Thursday night when I leave and I’m sure I’ll be a sobbing pregnant mess. I know he will be fine and will have a great time with grandparents and this will be a great trial run before Baby Sister comes into the picture.

 

Going from 3 to 4

So would it be cliche of me to say that this pregnancy is going by really fast?

I’m already half way through. In another 4 short months, I am going to meet this little bundle of joy sleep deprivation and count ounces of liquid gold and hear the whoosh whoosh sounds of the pump – a sound that is permanently burned in my mind.

This little girl has a big brother just waiting here to meet her. Hearing BabyBird talk about he is going to have a sister and that the baby is growing in mommy’s belly brings tears to my eyes. I know at the ripe age of 2 he cannot fully grasp the concept of a sibling and how much his world is going to change. We talk about her constantly to get him used to the idea that he is now the big boy and there will be a new baby in our family.

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I stare at these baby pictures of BabyBird when he was just 8 months old and all I can see is this little boy looking back at me negotiating his snack choice or asking to stay at the park for 5 more minutes.

I also can’t help myself but try to imagine just what this little girl is going to look like. You see, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would have a son with dirty blonde hair like his daddy. I always just assumed that I would have dark hair babies that looked more asian – because my genes are supposed to be the dominate ones. But instead I am looking at a miniature version of my husband.

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My hopes for this new bundle is to cherish the newborn moments, because they are fleeting. I will be exhausted, this is a given. But now that I look over at my 2 year old, I miss those baby days and the snuggles. I stare at baby pictures and wonder how time moved so quickly and yet so slowly at times. So remind me in 4 months from now when I am writing about the struggles of how to get my 4, 6, or 8 week old to sleep longer stretches that those days and weeks will pass. Sleep will come – eventually.

Soon enough I will have two little people running around my house, chasing each other no less. The sound of two sets of feet on the hardwood floor and two little mouths to feed. And I will be exhausted beyond words but oh so blessed at the same time.

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