Socks...

Apparently the world's funniest thing ever!

The urge to compare...

It's funny how my mind works. Every baby book I've read cautions you against comparing your baby to other babies around you (not that it's an issue for me, since my LJ is a genius).

I find myself comparing her to everything but other babies. At first, we compared her to farm animals due to her ridiculously loud nursing. Next, her brother compared her to a gummy bear (by far one of the cutest things I've ever heard). Once she learned to move around she was compared to a carnivorous singing plant and even more recently, a dog.

Tonight we did our normal family routine of the four of us on the ground, letting LJ crawl around. I'm sitting back watching Lucas constantly try to keep things out of her reach ("choking hazards" has become his new favorite phrase). I can't help but laugh as I watch LJ working her thighs off to get to the forbidden object, only to have it taken away. She's like a squirrel going after a nut.

So today we compare her to Ice Age (and any mom who has watched that movie 16,002 times knows what I am talking about).

p.s. Did you know that black beans come out looking exactly as they went in? Just thought I'd share that tidbit.

Two things...

First: My son told me today that my cleavage (not that he knows what that is), "kind of looks like a butt." Classic!

Second: Sometimes I feel like a dog trainer. I always have some sort of gerber puff, dried fruit, or cheerio in my pocket. I have mastered the art of distraction.

p.s. LJ really enjoyed her first Thanksgiving dinner. I'll post some pics tomorrow. I think there is still mashed potatoes in her nose.

Daddy of the Year...

So here I am, on a Sunday, stuck at work (damn you stupid Gonzalez case). I just called home to ask if I could stay a little longer. The hubby of course agrees as long as I bring home some beer and food. Easy enough. In the background, I can hear a whiny 5 year old and a 10 month old that has refused to nap all morning. Mind you, the hubby was already amazing this morning and let me sleep in while he got up with the kids. I love that man.

Wintertime...

Warm...Cozy...Snuggly

(I used to hate pink)

I'm tired...

I remember telling the hubby that 7 months was my favorite stage. LJ was so content to sit on a blanket and play with toys. Today at almost 10 months, my world has changed.

We get home from Nina's and I put LJ in the living room - hoping she'll stay there long enough so that I have time to close the bedroom/bathroom doors, block the coffee table full of magazines off, and do a quick scan to make sure there aren't any choking hazards lingering. By the time I've done this, she's made her way into the kitchen smacking her lips babbling "dada." (Again, why this little girl cant' say mom, mama, mommy or anything close to that is beyond me.)

We've also discovered that LJ likes dirt. She is obsessed with our house plants. She pulls herself up on them, grabs handfuls of dirt, and sneaks tasty tidbits. Vitamins right?

The hubby and I have also realized that she appears to miss her brother during the week. She'll crawl down to his bedroom door or the closet he likes to play hide and seek in (kinda one-sided if you ask me) and yell out for him. It's as if she is looking for him.

Thank god today is Friday and we will be blessed with the beautiful concept of "siblings." It's so much easier when they have someone to play with.

Audrey II . . .

LJ likes to make this lip-smacking sound when she is hungry (thank you Nina). If you are sitting on the couch attempting to enjoy a banana, LJ will crawl over to you, pull herself up on your knees and make this “kiss-kiss” noise. She stares at you, your food, back to you, and then smacks her lips together. Sometimes I’ll be sitting with the laptop on my lap, food in my hand, and I’ll hear the lip smacking and not see the baby. I always think of Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors.

Da Do….

It's a blogging kinda day...

Tell me my husband doesn't make the world's cutest kids?

(My cousin's wife Crystal is an amazing photographer. Check out her website here)

Tear...

I felt like a mom today and it hurt. I wasn’t even able to kiss LJ goodbye this morning. I forgot to do my customary hugs and kisses before we opened the door, and once she saw Nina, she wanted nothing to do with me. “Tu Mano Lucilla” (again, genius baby reaches out her hand). The only thing on her mind was her leche and her Nina.

To be added to her list of words:

Elle (the sweet little girl at Nina’s who looks like “Boo”)
Twinkie (the little white dog at Nina’s that Lucy likes to “cuddle” with. Poor Twinkie)

On another note, Everly Veda is walking!!! I’ve been following this blog since I was 9 months pregnant. Dear Baby is one of the most beautiful blogs on the web. It has made me cry, laugh and feel warm and fuzzy. I highly recommend it.

Doggies. . .

Jeopardy here we come. At nine months old, my little fatty can now say quite a few words:

Dad/Dada
Cup (she likes to yell this out when she’s holding her bottle cap)
Dog/Doggie

LJ came with mommy last night to a Cookie Lee Jewelry party (a clever excuse to drink margaritas and gossip). The host of the party, Ms. Erin, has a sweet little mutt of a dog named Hannah. LJ lost her mind when she spotted this small dog - lost her mind in an arms flapping, drooling, Pterodactyl noises kinda way. Unfortunately for Hannah, LJ had 4 pounds on her. Luckily for Hannah, Lucy is still slightly slow and easily distracted. Oh yeah…the point: LJ kept pointing to the dog, staring at me, and saying “dog.” I was so proud.

The big question is why can’t the little fatty say Mama? Really? My ass grew to the size of Texas while I created kidneys and lungs for you - and you can’t say Mama?

Hopefully having an older brother who never shuts up (remember the day I wished he would talk more?) will help Lucy be advanced in the language department. Hopefully not in the “act like a 5 year old boy” sort of way. Holy crap!