Pregnancy and Motherhood Archive

This morning after feeding Sophia her now four teaspoons of rice cereal mixed with two ounces of pumped milk plus a little more milk to wash it down with (she’s a little piggy), I put her to play in her not-a-walker while I put some things away from our trip to Alaska.  She played nice for a short while but then became fussy.  I didn’t want her to sleep yet because it hadn’t even been two hours since she woke up, so I put her in her johnny jump up (that’s not the brand) in the doorway of the master bathroom and let her go to town.  If it were possible, she really would jump to town.  At the end of my shower I realized that I wasn’t hearing her jump any more so I quietly peeked around the shower curtain to see her quietly sitting in her jumper with her arms on the tray and her head resting on her arms.  It was unbelievably cute.  I sat there for a second trying to figure out how to get past her without waking her so I could get the camera.  Unfortunately, the lack of shower sounds woke her up.  She smiled at me and started bouncing again.  I don’t think she even knew she had been asleep.  I got dressed, picked her up and put her to bed.  I really need a camera in every room at all times!

Yesterday was the first time we’ve fed Sophia solid food in the form of watery Baby Rice Cereal since Kurt’s series of ER visits.  She did really well and even opened her mouth as I brought the spoon up her unlike the first time we fed her solid in which she stared curiously at the spoon with her mouth permanently hung open like a dazed mini zombie baby.  This morning Kurt fed her and not only did she open her mouth when the spoon came near she also leaned forward as if it couldn’t be shoveled in fast enough.  After she finished this morning’s cereal Kurt gave her pumped milk from a tippy cup.  Sophia absolutely refuses to drink from a bottle so I was told by the facilitator in the “living with baby” class to try a tippy cup and it works!  Hurray for the tippy cup!  We’re using a tippy cup made by Avent.  We actually took out the stopper piece that makes it “spill proof” and Kurt just poured tiny sips into her mouth.  It worked and now I’m not the only one that can feed baby monkey butt.

Three month-old Sophia:

Year and a half old Kurtie:

What do you think? Does she look like her daddy?

Forget the seven wonders of the world - I want to know what’s going on in that mischievous little head!

It’s the 25th of the month and you all know what that means! This diaper is presented by Kurt doing his impression of Borat. This picture was taken on the 21st.

There isn’t any special story to go along with this month’s diaper. It wasn’t even a blowout or any other sort of super gross poo. Nope, this was just a regular run of the mill poo. Kurt just wanted to pose with a diaper and I snapped the shot. I actually took a similar shot last month but then used the one which came with a special poop story instead. This month I made sure to use it because I thought it would be a fitting anniversary present for him. Yep, we’ve been through NINE years of shit. Happy anniversary Honey - I love you!

Tonight was bath night and I’m not going to jinx things by saying she likes baths, but she did tolerate it very well. Not only did she not cry, but she didn’t even fuss. She was curious about the water tonight. I use a little plastic dish to pour water onto her and she kept trying to grab the water. It was very cute and funny. I’m sorry I didn’t get any pictures or video of it - maybe next time.

After her bath I put her in her not-a-walker and Kurt discovered that we needed to raise it a notch because monkey butt is getting taller. She likes the not-a-walker a lot better than she did at first. I don’t remember if she was able to move the not-a-walker back and forth like she can now, but I do know it didn’t take her long after her first introduction to just sit back and use her legs to push it around in a circle. Now she’s proficient in standing up and pushing it forward as well.

Yesterday we noticed that she had figured out how to get her feet all the way up to her mouth and suck on her toes. I haven’t captured a picture of that yet. This will just have to do for now…

Oh what a joy it is to drive I-5. Yesterday afternoon heading home, we were almost in an accident. The driver in the lane to our right wanted to move further right. The driver looked to his right and at the same time turned his wheel left. I pounded the palm of my hand into the center of the car steering wheel; unfortunately, the horn is located on two tiny buttons on the sides. I’m going to have to write a letter to Honda about that. Anyway, this morning Kurt and I were talking about all the construction on I-5. They’re widening the freeway in some areas, but in order to do that they have narrowed the lanes while they’re working and they have try to gently navigate the traffic from one side of the pavement to the other without making lanes end, so it feels like you’re constantly turning one way and then the other. All the lines have been redrawn so many times it’s sometimes hard to tell which ones to follow for your lane. Talk about hazards! Also, as always, we never ever see anyone actually working. Seeing a road construction worker let alone one that is actually working is as odd as seeing a live opossum.

Even though she was wearing it yesterday, this morning Kurt noticed that Sophia will actually wear this hat. She used to hate hats, and I feared this one might be itchy to her. I suggested that maybe she tolerates it because she’s a little older. “Is that it?” Kurt asked Sophia, “Are you more mature now?” Kurt paused and then continued with, “Don’t blow bubbles it doesn’t convince me that you’ve matured.”