Wednesday, February 27, 2008
babbbbbbabbabababble
Baby babble is priceless. Amelia's really been vocalizing lately, mostly the ba-ba-ba sounds, that is, when she is not shoving her blanket or her bib in her mouth. Or, she decides to unleash her inner Mariah and let out a high pitched squeal.
Monday, February 25, 2008
T shirt o' the day
For your viewing pleasure, straight outta elementary school.Milk, milk, lemonade....
....around the corner :
development
News on the baby front:Around the beginning of January, while wiggling on her favorite play mat from Fairy Godmother Dana, Amelia decided to flip over from her stomach to her back. Hurray! Brian and I cried with glee. We let her gurgle and play on her back, then I flipped her back to her stomach, and she turned over again. And hasn't done it again since. Hmm. Babies are hard to figure out.
4 month checkup on February 6: she's up to 15 lbs (75th percentile), head size is 90th percentile. Yeah, go big brains! :) I took some really great pictures with my camera phone at the doctors office of Rick walking Amelia on the exam table. Please direct hate mail to Sprint as I lost those pictures on my phone's old memory card. boo. But, I have many more pics to share.....
Such as the ones of Amelia's first solid food! After getting the blessing from the pediatrician, we've starting trying to give her baby rice cereal. She'll still be getting most of her nutrition from the bottle for now, but we start introducing the solids so she can slowly adjust to the idea of real food, and start developing the motor skills for it. Needless to say, the first night of cereal produced comic results
We did plain cereal a couple of times, then I tried sweetening it (just a little, cause the kid will already have a sweet tooth with my genes) I've done pineapple juice, mashed banana, and her favorite has been applesauce. I mix the cereal with some formula until it looks like cream of wheat, then add a tablespoon of all natural unsweetened applesauce. Now she knows that when the spoon comes under her nose, she opens her mouth! We'll work on that a little while, and then be moving on to veggies and other fruits on their own. Exciting stuff. I'll be sure to post pics of the diapers solid feeding leads to.
Turning it up to 11
Yes, today calls for turning it up. Singing (or screaming) at the top of your lungs in your car because no one ever told you it was going to be this frustrating. Oh, yes, as the Shirelles told us, "Mama said there'll be days like this...." but she didn't tell me.
And so, a homage, to the-end-of-the-work-day, get-me-the-hell-out-of-here, and get-me-a-beer, sing-along-with-the-songs-you-don't-listen-to and sing-in-front-of-other-people-montage. That's right, we need a montage. Beware of my weirdness and way out of date musical tastes (and my wrath, because I'm one angry dwarf, and 200 solemn faces are you.)
1. Bulls on Parade, Rage Against the Machine
2. Song for the Dumped, Ben Folds Five
3. One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces, Ben Folds Five
4. Megalomaniac, Incubus
5. Let It Be, The Beatles
OK, I'm really lucky, and my drive home from work isn't very far, so I only had time to listen to 1 angry dwarf a couple of times so I could sing "kiss my ass goodbye now, look who's tellin who what to do...." On the outside, I'm a goody-two-shoes wimpy conformist; but beware of the anarchist beneath......it helps to release.
Coming home from work when you have a kid is so different. I used to come home after work on a rough day and turn into a vegetable in front of the TV for seriously, literally, hours. I don't have that choice anymore, which is OK, because things I never thought I would have had the strength for before, I am finding I do now. Case in point, having a really crummy day at work and managing to not totally melt down. Aaah, maturity. I guess I had to find it sometime. Every day, you really just have to push through the crap, and hope for a better day the next time the sun comes up, because laying down and giving up is just not an option. Although that sounds nice, cause, man I've had this pain in my neck and back all day; I miss massage. (Giving them and receiving them)
Getting rid of all selfish, whiny thoughts
now!
OK, I have exorcised the demons. Now I can give you all some sweet updates on the bebe.
And so, a homage, to the-end-of-the-work-day, get-me-the-hell-out-of-here, and get-me-a-beer, sing-along-with-the-songs-you-don't-listen-to and sing-in-front-of-other-people-montage. That's right, we need a montage. Beware of my weirdness and way out of date musical tastes (and my wrath, because I'm one angry dwarf, and 200 solemn faces are you.)
1. Bulls on Parade, Rage Against the Machine
2. Song for the Dumped, Ben Folds Five
3. One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces, Ben Folds Five
4. Megalomaniac, Incubus
5. Let It Be, The Beatles
OK, I'm really lucky, and my drive home from work isn't very far, so I only had time to listen to 1 angry dwarf a couple of times so I could sing "kiss my ass goodbye now, look who's tellin who what to do...." On the outside, I'm a goody-two-shoes wimpy conformist; but beware of the anarchist beneath......it helps to release.
Coming home from work when you have a kid is so different. I used to come home after work on a rough day and turn into a vegetable in front of the TV for seriously, literally, hours. I don't have that choice anymore, which is OK, because things I never thought I would have had the strength for before, I am finding I do now. Case in point, having a really crummy day at work and managing to not totally melt down. Aaah, maturity. I guess I had to find it sometime. Every day, you really just have to push through the crap, and hope for a better day the next time the sun comes up, because laying down and giving up is just not an option. Although that sounds nice, cause, man I've had this pain in my neck and back all day; I miss massage. (Giving them and receiving them)
Getting rid of all selfish, whiny thoughts
now!
OK, I have exorcised the demons. Now I can give you all some sweet updates on the bebe.
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