More tears...

Again, I am chop liver. I cried away my mascara this morning as I drove to work. It feels like LJ doesn’t like me anymore…especially when we get to Nina’s. She seriously catapults herself out of my arms to get into her Nina’s arms. I know that I should be relieved that my baby is so comfortable with her daycare provider, but at the same time, it devastates me.

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.