Wednesday, March 27, 2013

8 months

8 months!
8 months have already flown by!

I just 4 short months my baby girl will be a year old!



But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

For the next 30 days, I am just going to soak up every bit of 8 month old goodness that I can!

At 8 months old, Jami is still a little peanut.  
She is starting to wear a few 9 months outfits, but most of her 6 months clothes still fit pretty well.

She has mastered the army crawl but she still just rocks back and forth on all fours.


She feeds herself and most a lot some of her food actually makes it in her mouth rather than the floor.

She loves pancakes, waffles, muffins, oatmeal, squash, sweet potatoes and avocado.
She does not love peas and bananas.


She is a choker.  
At least once a day she gags herself.  
It doesn't even freak me out anymore.
But she may never be aloud to eat grapes.


She was sleeping through the night consistently for about 3 weeks.  
Then she decided that she missed that midnight snack.


She has two teeth coming through.
She is a biter!

She is a growler and makes some of the most unladylike noises.
But she cracks herself up doing it!

Here is to the next 30 days!
May they go by really slowly!

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Monday, March 25, 2013

On the move

Life as I know it is about to change.

For the last 7 1/2 months, Jami has been an adorable, smiley, giggly bump on a log.

I could put her anywhere, walk away and she would stay right where I put her.

The other day I put her on her play mat and turned around to catch her trying to follow me into the kitchen.


By the time she made it to the kitchen, she was pretty annoyed with me for just watching her rather than picking her up.


Time to start picking up small toys and locking the cabinets again!
Thank goodness she is slow!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Next time bring candy

I love nature!


Through a glass window, from my air conditioned living room, that is.

When we were in New Hampshire recently, John knocked over a large potted plant in my sister's house and got dirt all over her floor.  

Just reconfirmed why I think nature should stay outside!

Not to mention that I kill potted plants.
Brad brought one of those indestructible ivy plants into our relationship and I managed to kill it with in the first year of our marriage.

My children disagree with me that nature belongs outside and have made it their mission in life to bring as many outside things inside as possible!

I have received many lovely bouquets of "flowers" over the years.  Bouquets that have quickly been disposed of, along with lectures about how picking said "flowers" causes them to die and how they aren't even really flowers but weeds, etc.

(I know, I know, I'm completely heartless, but seriously, I don't want that crap in my house!)

But the lectures have done nothing to dampen their spirits or deter them from continuing to bring me "flowers."  
They have simply gotten smarter about it.

Yesterday, Libby and Emma Jane both came inside with a fist full of "flowers" and said "look mom, we brought you some beautiful weeds!"
Then they proceeded to put the weeds in a "vase" and set them on the window sill next to the kitchen sink for me to admire as I do dishes.

Thoughtful, huh?
I swear they don't listen when I talk!



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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wax on, wax off

The other day I treated myself to a pedicure.

As my toes were being finished up, I said, "I'd like an eyebrow wax also."

The lady painting my nails replied with, "Okay, and your lip?"

"Um, no.  Just my brows today."

A few minutes later, my toes were drying and another woman approached me and said, "You want your eyebrow waxed?"
(Just so you know, I'm typing this with a Vietnamese accent.)

"Yes, please."

"Okay, I do for you.  And your lip?"

Really?!?!
I'm starting to worry at this point that all of my friends must secretly hate me.
Because surely a real friend would tell you if you have a mustache.

But I just smiled and said through my teeth, "No really, just my brows today."

She led me back to the waxing station and told me to have a seat.
After a few minutes a third (different) woman approached me.  
I guess the first two ladies were only interested in lips.

She says, "I wax your eyebrow.  And your lip?"

I really almost started crying.
I can't believe that Emily, and Cyndi and my sister for goodness sakes, have let 32 years go by without every mentioning that my upper lip is hairy!

"No.  Just. my. eyebrows. today."
I'm pretty sure my voice cracked.
And the waxing hurt more than usual.

When I got in the car, I did what an rational adult would do.
I sat there for five full minutes staring into my rearview mirror looking for signs of a five o'clock shadow.

And then I started calling my so-called friends.

Of course, no body answered the phone!

There really should be a special ringtone available for when your BFF is having a crisis, so that you will answer.the.freaking.phone!!!

Luckily, Cyndi called right back and after I blurted out my tearful story to her, she laughed uncontrollably for a few minutes and then assured me that they say that to everyone and I definitely don't have a 'stache.

And, she wouldn't lie to me.
Right?

Squeaky clean

This isn't Jami's first bath, but it's pretty close.
I don't think it would take even both of my hands to count the number of bathes she has in her short life.  
Bath time is probably my least favorite parenting job.

Now before you start judging me think to yourself, "Ew, gross"...

On second thought, judge away.  I judge myself when I actually start to think about it.
When Libby was a baby, Daddy was in charge of bath and bedtime.   Therefore, she had a bath, a massage, and a bedtime story every night.

Jami, bless her little heart, is baby #4

She is lucky if I actually remember to turn the light off after tossing her in her crib.
And let's be real, the only reason the older three bathe regularly is because they can bathe themselves!


But the other night, I noticed the remnants of about three meals lingering on her face and neck so to the bath she went.

Now the few times that I have actually given her bath, she has pretty much screamed bloody murder the entire time.
This time however, she did not cry!  

In fact, she had fun!
She has discovered the joys of splashing!
(I am fairly certain that she is going to start demanding a bath more regularly. Darn it!)

She splashed for about twenty minutes without stopping.  
The water was cold when I finally dragged her out of the tub.  

But clearly the cold water was not bothering her!
She was not happy about getting out of the tub!

I think it is time for Daddy to take over bath time duties again!


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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Because sometimes one holiday isn't enough...

I really love holidays.

Our Valentine's party was so fun, I briefly entertained the idea of throwing a similar St Patty's Day party.
That thought was quickly followed by "Have you lost your ever-loving mind?!"

Really.  Three parties in 4 weeks would have been overkill.

But we still had lots of St Patrick's Day fun!

Starting with Irish pancakes!
These are exactly like my Valentine pancakes, only green, not pink.
I know that little mystery was confounding you...you're welcome!

After breakfast, we all dressed in green and rushed off to church.
After church, we went to the park for our Sunday School class's annual Easter egg "hunt".




There was a little playground bullying flirting, too!

Eggs were found.

Some undesirable eggs were put back.

Then we rushed home to continue the St. Patrick's Day fun!
The kids were so confused!



While those cooked, we read all about St Patrick and the girls worked on a fun St Patrick activity pack.

John and I worked on this fun lapbook.

Unfortunately, I downloaded this little gem so many years ago, I do not know what the original source is.  If you recognize it, let me know so that I can give credit where credit is due.  



I was pleasantly surprised by how much John enjoyed this.  I see more lapbooks in his future!


We made handprint four-leaf clovers.
Originally, this activity was just for John but the girls really wanted to do it too. 


By this time our cakes were baked.  I opened the oven door expecting to see something like this:

Ours turned out more like this:
I haven't decided if this counts as a Pinterest success or fail?
Oh well, they were still tasty!

Happy St Patrick's Day!

What fun things did you do to celebrate the day?

Friday, March 15, 2013

Jami's Baby Dedication


Last Sunday, we had Jami dedicated at church.

Like a genius, I forgot my camera.
And like an idiot savant, I forgot to even give my cell phone to anyone to take pictures with!

Luckily, my church archives videos of all of the sermons online.
So I just had to wait few days, watch the dedication again on my phone and take screen shots.

Thank goodness for technology!

As you can see, Jami was super pumped about her dedication!



She did become slightly more interested when she noticed herself on the screen behind us.




Our pastor, Ken Whitten said a few words about our family and introduced the kids not on stage with us.  
(Supposedly, Libby and Emma Jane started giggling hysterically when the pastor said their names.  They think he is a celebrity!)

Then he gave Brad a hard time about not knowing how many years we had been married.
(A laugh at hubby's expense in front of the whole congregation=always fun!)

Then he took Jami and thankfully she didn't cry.

He prayed over her for us.



I can't wait to see what God has in store for this little.  I am so thankful He has blessed with her life!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Emma Jane's 6th Birthday Party

Last Saturday, we celebrated Emma Jane's birthday with a party at La Fleurs Gymnastics.


 The kids take lessons at La Fleurs and we have been to a few other parties there.  They always have so much fun!

And as an added bonus, they do all the work!  All this mommy had to do was show up with the cake!

  That fun included parachute play, 

swinging from the trapeze,


playing in the pit,

bending over backwards,

and general monkeying around!

And there may have been a little lying around going on too!


The kids worked up quite an appetite for cake and ice cream.



And believe me, there was plenty of cake!

 A certain little brother who shall remain nameless had a hard time waiting for the candles to be blown out!

But we did eventually get those candles lit


and happy birthday was sung
and my baby turned six!


I have a feeling that I am going to blink and this baby will be turning six too!