6 Months

Ivy had her 6 month well-child visit last week.  She is 25 1/2 inches tall (38th percentile), 13 lbs 15 oz (12th percentile) and her head is 42cm (35th percentile).  She loves to move.  She is always reaching and wiggling.  I walked by her the other day and saw her on her stomach, I walked away and the next time I saw her she was sitting up.   I wasn’t sure if she actually started on her stomach.  The next day I saw her push up to sitting from her tummy.   

She loves avocados and carrots.  I received a Magic Bullet for Christmas and have been making her the carrots and some applesauce.  I am not sure why I didn’t do that with Owen. It seems so strange to buy baby food this time around.  Older and wiser I suppose.  

She still doesn’t sleep very well – in fact, I am pretty sure I was a human binky last night.  Interesting and totally disturbing really. 

She smiles all the time and loves her brother! The more crazy he is the more she loves him.  (despite having her fingers stepped on or being pushed over).  What is that saying, what doesn’t kill us makes a stronger? She will be strong.   He tries I suppose.  He did make a trade the other day.  He wanted a new toy of hers (a baby) that she got for Christmas.  I told him he had to let her use one of his toys.  He said she could have his most special Handy Manny tools and tool box.  This tool box was so special the other day that he couldn’t even let his friend touch it.  I was touched that Ivy was the recipient of such a special toy. 

Although it is entirely inappropriate,  Ivy loves plastic.  When Greg has her and she is in one of those crying fits wishing I would return, he often turns to plastic.  I come home to find her carrying around a plastic bag.  I left for work today and she was holding a ziploc bag.  When I picked her up 8 hours later she still had the bag.  What was that I said about older and wiser? Maybe not so much. 

 

(Here she is eating a wipe)

Praise the Glue.

I was ready to blog tonight, not sure what I wanted it to be about.

1. Perhaps it should be about the wonderful Christmas that we had and how Owen received tons of presents, yet when asked today what he got from Santa, he could only remember ONE present.  So, way to many dollars later, what they say is true: Less is More. 

 

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2.  Perhaps it should be an update on Ivy and how she is so ready to crawl.

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3. Perhaps it should be about the fact that I am blogging while freezing tonight because our gas bill was too high this month.

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4. Perhaps it should be about my new sweet nephew Evan and how wonderful it is to see Angie with a baby. 

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5. Maybe a post about my cleaning lady that I have coming in the morning and how I really hate cleaning bathrooms.

Before I started pulling the thoughts swarming around out of my head, I read my blogs from last January.  First, I was sad there were only 5 things to read.  I should be better.  But second, I cannot believe Owl’s eye fell out a year ago.  That being said, this post is now about giving a shout out to gorilla glue.  Owen still loves his owl.  We still pack him up wherever we go.  I left him at Costco a few weeks ago (bad day).  Last night Owen had a dream that we were looking for Steve, Noni and the new baby and he dropped Owl and he fell and broke in a million pieces.  He woke up crying and saying owl was broken in a million pieces and that he had so many memories with him.  Owl went with us today to see the new baby.  He and Owen were dressed matching capes (thanks Em) (Owen was pretending to be Prince John from Disney’s Robin Hood while Owl was Hiss.)  Everywhere we go this little owl has 2 eyes.  1 year ago we glued in the eye and 1 year later it is still glued in.  In all of his travels and times through the wash, he keeps coming out with 2 eyes. 

I love gorilla glue.    

And tonight, because this deserves a post of its own, the others will have to wait. 

Why is it?

Why is it that new curtains can make a room so much more cozy.

Why is it that a sleeping child can make you forget all the anguish they caused through the day.

Why is it that I got all ready for bed but didn't brush my teeth so I could eat one last Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.

Why is it that I wanted Owen to sleep in his own bed but yet I feel like sneaking him out and bringing him back to mine.

Why is it when we give a client a packet and tell them we need all the information in order to file their bankruptcy, they come back with half of it done proclaiming they didn't know we needed it. 

Why is it that I have been wanting to hang three pictures on a wall and have talked about it for two months rather than just buying the frames and hanging them up.

and the last pressing question on my mind tonight..

Why is it that pee cannot make it where it should go.  I have cat pee on the side of the litter box and child pee on the side of the toilet.

Digital Age = Long Line

I think visiting Santa in the mall is fun.  I think dressing up your kids for the yearly picture with Santa is fun.  I DO NOT think the digital camera with instant viewable prints is fun.  What ever happened to the time of: smile! click. k, you are taking a picture with Santa in the mall, you are done.  Nope, not anymore.  Instead: smile! chin down, open your eyes, smile! click. smile! chin down.  mom, do you want to go move his chin down.  smile! click. (pause from picture taking here - parent moves to tv screen to view the pictures, decides that is not a great smile, start over).  smile! smile! waive little Elmo. click.  open your eyes a little more. smile! click.  and it goes on and on and on and on. 

We waited in line to see Santa tonight for Owen.  I begged and pleaded beforehand.  I offered bribes of toys, books, cinnamon rolls, and ice cream. We waited for 40 minutes.  We waited in line to see Santa for 40 minutes to tell him Owen wanted a pirate ship, a treasure and a little boat. Then we were on our way.  

I do believe that if you are paying a million dollars for your picture it should be a good one, but I think the system should be revamped. 
1. Lower the price, give you two shots, take what you get. 
2. Have two Santas in the mall.  Picture Santa and What do you Want Santa.  (might confuse the kids a bit, but hey, no 40 minute line for a 30 second visit.)

If Only

There I was, in third place.  For some reason I couldn't run very fast, it felt like my legs were in jello but I was giving it all I had. It didn't look good for me.  The finish line was at the girl's house who was in first place! But what is this? She forgot how to get into the yard and took a wrong turn!!  My jello legs, although very sluggish, pushed through.  Suddenly second place disappeared and I was winning.  The girl in first place didn't have jello legs and was catching up to me.  Luckily, jello legs and all, I crossed the finish line first and won The Amazing Race.  1 million dollars!! (plus my entry fee back).  Life would be different from this moment forward. 

And then Ivy cried and Owen pulled my hair in his sleep.  There I was, in my bed of people without my million dollars (probably still had my jello legs).  And before I drifted back to sleep I smiled as I remembered what it felt like to have a million dollars if only for a second!!   

I choose to believe this particular dream is a sign!

(Not so much Greg's dream from the other night in which I was an extremely religious person able to play beautiful symphonies on the piano, as I am pretty sure that one means he is leaving me for someone far different than myself.)

The Little One

My sweet baby turned 5 months on Monday. It seems when I am in the moment of a developmental milestone, (ie sitting, teething, etc), I swear I will never forget.  Blame it on age, another baby, a busy life, whatever it may be, but I have no idea when Owen did anything.  I can’t find the unfinished baby book since the move and have therefore found myself looking through pictures to determine if he is sitting on his own or to see if he had any teeth. 
So to assist me in remembering  events I will never forget here are the developmental milestones worth noting.
First tooth – almost 5 months.  I first found it on November 23rd (bottom left)
Second tooth – December 2, 2009 (bottom right)
Sitting up all alone – 4 1/2 months
Rolling over (back to tummy) – 4 months
Rolling over (tummy to back) – she gets too mad on the tummy to try
Sleeping through the night – I am planning on never
Eating cereal – 4 1/2 months
Trying pears and hating them – 5 months
Laughing at the bad things Owen does – 5 months
Sitting in the laundry basket while mom showers – 4 1/2 – 5 months
Love you!

Lack of Posts

Moving and organizing a house is hard work.  We moved in on November 1st and just on Sunday we were able to enjoy the house.  Minus Owen's room, the house is put together and not only that, it is put together with Christmas decorations up. 

I don’t even know where to begin in Owen’s room and the idea of new Christmas toys overwhelms me!  So for now, since he doesn’t seem to mind, we will just close the door.

And because we moved and I have been living in chaos, I didn’t post about this:

 

or this:

or this:

 

or even this:

 

and I didn’t blog about this on purpose