The baby can now roll both ways: back to front and front to back. She's rather violent about it. I've never actually seen her roll from front to back, but I hear her arms fwap on the floor when the deed is complete. And she is suspiciously in a different spot than where I left her. She seems rather undecided about whether or not she is happy that she can do this. Maybe stunned is a more accurate word.
Our bedroom is now rearranged, awaiting the weekend when Craig can find all the parts of the crib and put it together inside the room. When "we" put it up the first time more than 6 years ago, we put it together in the living room and then tried to get it up the stairs and into the nursery. Yeah, didn't work. Tip to expectant parents: put crib together in the room it is going to be used.
Kemps Double Fudge Moose Tracks ice cream is evilly good and I must never buy it again. You didn't hear it from me because I'm trying to lose weight.
Those two sentences don't really make sense together but I can't think how to reword them so I'm just going to leave it as is.
I'm doing a terrible job of making M practice writing her numbers and counting by 2s and 5s while on break.
I still haven't rescheduled K's vision screening. I'm not convinced he won't still just refuse to do it for the heck of it.
M found not one, but two new Pings. But this isn't the same one I had before, because that one died. I decided they should be known as Ping and Pong. Ba-da-ba!
I keep thinking I should really find a better focus and style for my blog than the mishmash it is. Then I just write whatever I feel like writing anyway.
M and I were talking and I told her that D wouldn't be a baby for very long. M was curious about that. Why mama? I said kids grow so fast that the next thing I know D would be a big 6-year-old. M said she thought she would be 7 then. I choked a little when I said you'll be 12, almost 13, when D is 6. And K will be 10, almost 11.
At M's swimming lesson yesterday, she swam the whole time in the deep end of the pool. She's fully one of the big kids there now.
Also at M's swimming lesson, K told one of the other parents waiting: my mom feeds our baby with her boob.
Yeah.
Well, that's not entirely true. I switch off, so technically boob should be plural.
Yeah.
Could someone tell me how it got to be October already?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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Very funny. I rather enjoy your random thoughts, Heather. And you are right to be choking it back. My first baby is 12 and I really can't believe we're here already. In the land of gross jokes and shower-refusal, that is... And I used to dress them in such cute clothes!
love babies' stunned looks when they roll over. love 'em.
A couple years ago, when my oldest son turned 9, my mom said he was 'half baked.' I had no idea what she was talking about, so she explained that in only 9 more years, he'd be 18. I freaked! That's far too soon! Of course, now he's 11, and it's even closer and I'm still a lot freaked about it! It's much, much too fast!
I like it when your synapses fire randomly.
I'm sure K is quite intrigued by D's method of feeding. He doesn't remember it himself and now he's seeing it for the first time.
Haha what K said made me laugh!
Aw, this whole post was cute! Don't worry about your focus and style! Just be who you are, and the clicks will follow.
"My mom feeds our baby with her boob." Hee hee!
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