Monday, March 15, 2010

What I Wouldn't Give For A Holocaust Cloak

I guess my kiddos do favor each other a bit. :-) I've been hearing that a lot lately. Since my Precious was the TCBITW, I'm quite pleased to get a "do over" as my Auntie called it.

Last summer Andrew would get beside himself if I tried to put a hat on him, but he seems to have outgrown it. Hallelujah! His eyes are super sensitive to the sun and we do get some pretty intense UV rays here in Georgia, so this will make us all happier during park time. And he looks so old and adorable I could just swoon. Can this really be my baby boy?

And don't even get me started on the fact that my Nib turns ONE in just a few weeks. Look at those sweet little teeth coming in.

It seems to me she's changed so much in just the last month or so. She's crawling with great purpose, most often determined to get at whatever Andrew is playing with. I can have veritable sea of enthralling baby toys surrounding her, but if she catches a glimpse of Andrew doing something exciting (like coloring or putting on his shoes) she will light the turbo jets to get to him. Now all day long I hear, "NO Elsbeth, this is MY _______!!" Heaven help me. I thought I was going to get a few more months in before that started.

She's eating really well these days, but still only purees. The couple times I tried to give her little pieces of food, she gagged and turned bright red and scared me to death. She may just get a spoon full of whipped cream on her birthday. She was really excited about playing with the food processor last night (after watching Andrew with it, naturally ... my kids do love a kitchen appliance) - maybe I'll teach her to make her own purees.

She's sleeping really well, for the most part (she's playing on the floor right now after refusing to take her afternoon nap, but this is unusual). Most days she sleeps all night (about 12 hours straight) and takes two 1.5 - 2 hour naps a day. Ahhh, what a sweet spot! I shall enjoy it while it lasts. She's also saying "Da Da" much to Phil's delight, clapping when she's done with something (that was Andrew's "all done" sign as well), and waving!

I'm ready to be done with all this House On The Market stuff, but it's really going fine. No offers, occasional showings, just found out we're on somebody's short list of homes they're considering, still hoping for our dream house.

Listing our house has made me keenly aware of something, though. My dog is ridiculously spoiled. He lives inside a nice warm home, but is the soft carpet good enough for him? Oh no, never! The stinker isn't even happy with laying on the couch or bed! He absolutely must dig in my pillows and blankets to be satisfied. It's killing me! Right now I'm making the bed every single day (ahhhhhh! Only freaks do that, right?) thinking as I leave the room, "Now that's one nice looking bed. Who wouldn't buy a house with a bed in it as nicely made as this one?" I walk back in moments later to see this:

"Oh, excuse me Shiloh. I hope I didn't disturb you. Your massage is scheduled for 3:00. Can I fix you a sandwich?"

Silly creature. I clearly haven't properly prepared him to be a contributing member of society. I'm considering hooking him up to a little cart and sending him out to sell bananas around the neighborhood

Saturday, March 6, 2010

I Left My Thimbles And Socialist Reading Material At Home

Am I super dramatic person all the time? Or just with my hair? Do I make anyone want to set themselves on fire?

I don't know. But what I do know is this ...

... Wearing wigs will be much easier.