Saturday, September 27, 2008

Monday, September 22, 2008

Eight Months


Eight months! I said that to you in the bath tonight. "Eight MONTHS!" You looked at me and then went back to sucking on your bathwater washcloth. Eh, just another day, Momma!

First off, where are those teeth?!?! You've been working on them for at least three months now. 3! I can see two little bumps there (when you accidentally let me look in your mouth), but the progress is going so slowly! The last time I thought, "This is it. This is teething." a few weeks ago, it ended up being a tummy ache. What?! Every time I'm sure it is teething, it isn't. I'm sure that those teeth are going to come in and I'm not going to even notice. You did all this grunt work leading up to the actual teeth popping through, and then they'll just POP! that easily. That is sort of how you started crawling, so we'll see if this follows suit.

Crawling. You did it! Yay! You did all your practicing and falling on your face before you actually started crawling. The first time you got up on all fours and actually went someplace, you were gone! Daddy and I really expected you to get your crawling legs slowly, but there has been no turning back since the moment you started. Now when I leave a room I can almost be sure you'll follow. But only to the edge of the family room where the carpet stops and the tile begins. You're not so sure about the tile. Even if you make it over the threshold and onto the tile, you still have to stop and inspect everything. You feel the carpet. Then you feel the tile. Then the carpet. And so on. If you decide to go on the tile, you stop in the first square and sit down and continue your inspection. There have only been a few times that you have crawled past that square. And once was to put your palm in Phoebe's wet food. What fun! Speaking of Phoebe... She is so curious about you that she forgets her "Cone of Safety" and you actually get a hold of her tail. Lucas on the other hand, never forgets his "Cone of Safety". He never lets his guard down around you.

Driving has improved a bit lately. We drove up to see Gram and Grandpa and you did really well. We left right before your first nap around 10:30. You stayed asleep until just past Navasota (not nearly long enough!). I was able to keep you entertained and fed until Hearne, but then you needed a diaper change and we needed lunch. Daddy rode in the back with you for the rest of the way while I drove (Momma gets carsick easily!). Coming back we stopped in Waco for lunch and Daddy rode in the back with you after that. We stopped in College Station to get some bread, milk and eggs because we were told our local stores were out of those due to Ike. In other driving situations I've figure out the one thing that keeps you VERY happy. You sit and babble and laugh and just have a merry old time. What is it? A spoon! I now carry about 5 in my purse at all times. It is the funniest thing. I can tell when you drop it out of reach because it gets quiet back there. And then the unhappiness arrives. I hand you back another spoon and the lovely babbling begins again!

We stopped using the boat in the bath. For the most part you sit there nicely and play. But sometimes there is a lot of struggling to get you to stay seated. And I think you figured out the squeeze toys a few nights ago. You take the whale and push down on it with both hands under water so it sucks water in. Then you bring it up to your mouth and squeeze so the water goes in. What is it with you and bath water?

Eating is so much fun these days. You eat 2-3 containers of 2nd foods a day. Usually a fruit in the morning and veggies or meat for lunch and dinner. Yesterday I fed you the last of a jar of ham and then started opening a package of veggies and you went crazy! Legs kicking, arms waiving, all because you knew you would be getting something that you really like from that shape container. Your mouth was open and I was shoveling it in, spoon after spoon. Oh, and Cheerios? We LOVE Cheerios. I love giving them to you and you love picking them up and completely missing your mouth 4 out of 5 times. When I pick you up after eating there is a handful of Cheerios in your high chair.

Fightin' Texas Aggie Class of 2030! (oh boy!)

She loves her Daddy!

A few days ago she knocked that flower picture off the wall!

Packing to go see Gram and Grandpa!

You still LOVE to stand. All the time. Your cruising (holding onto furniture and walking around) ability is just remarkable. You are so good at moving from the coffee table to the denim cushion to your activity center and back. And back and forth and back and forth.

If you don't open any other pictures, open the one above to make it bigger. Those eyes!

Hurricane Ike Aftermath

Baby proofing!

My Daddy is going WHERE?!?! Malaysia? We miss you, Daddy!

Retrospective perspective:
September 22, 2007
I couldn't pick a favorite for 2007, so here are three more!
It's a girl! September 20, 2007

September 22, 2007 - The final two kittens: #1 and #5

September 23, 3006

And, just for reference, here we are fleeing (at 2 mph) from Hurricane Rita!
September 22, 2005
Grandpa tried to calculate how many diapers you've gone through in 8 months. I didn't want to know the answer!


Momma and Daddy

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Yes, She Will!!

Even though she has been able to do the following for quite awhile...

Walking with Gram from Deb on Vimeo.

and this:

Standing By a Rainy Window from Deb on Vimeo.

She only figured out how to crawl last evening. We suspect that after seeing a baby about two months older than her do it with ease, she finally figured it out. Thanks, Lauren!

Here she goes!

She Will Crawl! from Deb on Vimeo.

She Learns Quick! from Deb on Vimeo.

We have now started baby proofing.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The "Will She/Won't She" Season Cliffhanger

Still waiting on actual crawling.

Getting to a sitting position from her belly? Check
Getting to standing (pulling up on anything 4" off the ground) from sitting position? Check
Pulling Daddy's leg hairs out one by one in the process? Check

Crawling? Not so much.

Sidewinder from Deb on Vimeo.

Which Way Should I Go? from Deb on Vimeo.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Now where did I leave the baby...

My mom laughed the first time I mentioned that I had "pregnancy brain". She didn't believe me when I told her there were things that I had done or forgotten to do that I could blame on being pregnant. Back in December, when I was about 36 weeks pregnant, I paid the amount that should have gone to the Gap Card (which actually had a balance) to the GM Credit Card (which hadn't been used in 2 years) because the two were right next to each other on the Bill Pay list online. I only figured out that I hadn't paid my Gap Card charge when I tried to buy my unborn child MORE ADORABLE CLOTHES and the lady at the check out said the account was on hold. Who knew that Gap would put an account on hold for missing one payment?!? Then when Autumn was born I would do things and blame it on "baby brain". She laughed again until she read something in the newspaper (I think) that talked about a real thing called "Baby Brain"! Something to do with the overflowing of hormones, not to mention the complete lack of sleep, but she called to tell me she was sorry she didn't believe me before. It is a REAL THING! I always thought of myself as a person that had a reasonably good memory, not to mention an awareness of things going on around me. Not anymore.

Example #1:
A few weekends ago we did some yard work while Autumn was napping. It was the first time I was able to get out there in along time. I weeded and took the clippers and cut back some plants. When I was done I brought the tools back around to the garage and set the clippers down. Richard was still doing yard work, but I had to come in to take care of the now awake Autumn. On Monday I went out to do some errands. I put Autumn in the Tahoe on the passenger side, go around the back of the vehicle and get in the driver's side. First we were going to JCPenny's to pick up her 6 month photo reprints. We drove up a rather steep hill, and back down. Turned corners, got on feeder roads, went over speed bumps. When we got to JC's I got out of the Tahoe, went around the back of the vehicle to the passenger side to get Autumn out. Went in, and got the pictures. Came out, put Autumn in on the passenger side, went around the back of the vehicle and got in the driver's side. Off we went. Speed bumps, feeder roads, overpasses to CVS to pick up some diapers. I got out and got her out of the driver's side this time. The clerk asks her name and when I tell him he says, "Oh! My older sister's name is Autumn! And my younger sister's name is Winter. And my niece's name is Summer! It's kind of a thing now." I told him that we weren't going to take it that far. Go back out and by this time Autumn is getting a little grumpy, so when I put her in I decide that I will drive around a bit to try to relax her into a nap. We head back home and I see a street that I had been wanting to drive down for awhile so I turn down that, but it ends in a dead end. I turn around, come back out and find another street that I want to see. Then I decide to drive past some model homes. She's just now starting to quiet down, so I continue to drive through our neighborhood. She's finally quiet, so we drive home. I pull in the garage, get out of the Tahoe, come around the back end of the vehicle and that's when I see them. THE CLIPPERS! They had made the entire round trip with us! It was only then that I remembered that I had set them on the bumper of the Tahoe in case Richard still needed them after I went inside. I have no clue how I missed them every single time I went around the back of the Tahoe, and even less of a clue as to how they stayed on the bumper the entire time!

Example #2:
A few nights ago this week Richard was later than usual getting home. He usually calls if there is traffic or the buses are slow, but he hadn't called and it was getting close to 7:00. I called his cell but he didn't answer. During this "magic hour" Autumn usually starts getting really tired of me, and I start getting tired of her, so sometimes we have to go outside for a change of scenery and to wait for Daddy to get home. This night was no different, so I grabbed the phone in the front room and opened the garage door so I could get to the yard tools if I came across a weed I couldn't get out. I set the phone on the bumper of the Tahoe (anyone see where this is going?) and then set Autumn in the grass. I start pulling some weeds and then Daddy shows up. We stand up and get all excited because there is now someone new to entertain Autumn. I make the hand off to Richard as quickly as I can and we all go inside. A few days later we are back in the front yard waiting for Daddy and I notice a phone in the street. "How funny that there is a phone in the street," I think. "Someone must have thrown it out and it fell out of the garbage can before it could get to the garbage truck." Daddy comes home and we go inside. Last night we are waiting again, but the sun is just too bright because she just woke up from a nap, so we're waiting in the front room and peeking out the window. I notice that the phone is missing from the base and wonder where it could be. I sort of poke around the craft table it is sitting on, but then Daddy comes home. I ask him if he's seen the phone from the front room. He says he hasn't. I start thinking about the phone in the street, but there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that the phone could have gotten to the street. A few minutes later he brings up the phone in the street. I say that there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that the phone could have gotten to the street. He asks if I ever take the phone outside. "No! I never take the phone outside. Well, one time I was talking to mom outside, but that was one of the good phones, not the old crappy phone." "Are you sure you didn't take it outside?" "Yes! I wouldn't do that." "I'm going to go look at the phone anyway." As he went out the front door I got a flash of me putting the phone on the bumper of the Tahoe just in case he called. Uh oh. How could that have happened? I NEVER do things like that! NEVER! He came back in with our phone. The phone that had been in the street for a few days and had been run over by a car. Most likely, MY car, when it slid off the back bumper of the Tahoe as I was backing out of the driveway.