a few things seen around the internet

1. There's Discovery channel special in which a man, wearing a special suit he had stashed in his closet for such an occasion, intentionally has a snake eat him. PETA is in a uproar. 

PETA, which has yet to see the special, said in a statement. "Anacondas go days without eating and expend the energy needed to do so selectively. Making this snake use up energy by swallowing this fool and then possibly regurgitating him would have left the poor animal exhausted and deprived of the energy that he or she needs." 

I'm not one who supports animal cruelty, but you won't find me giving all my money to save the endangered jungle animals either. Why are people more concerned about the snake than they are for the safety of the man? The dude is going INSIDE A SNAKE OF HIS OWN FREE WILL. Frankly I'm concerned about his mental stability. Surely there are other ways for him to get a little excitement in his life. I hear the stampede into Best Buy the day after Thanksgiving gets your blood pressure up. The real question is this- how did he explain it all to his mother? 

2. Moms' groups on facebook

Not mentioned: The Breastmilk is Better Mom, the I Know More than You Mom,the My Kid is Perfect Mom and the My Husband Never Helps Mom.

3. Garth Brooks

I stumbled across this song on Saturday while feeding Annabelle breakfast. When I was pregnant I didn't cry at anything and everything, but now when I hear a sweet song I almost lose it. I hugged AB and in return she waved very enthusiastically and smacked me with a hand covered in apple sauce. It was a tender moment. 

I'm considering holding a grudge against forumula

I'm on a tight schedule here. The name of the schedule is Annabelle and the clock counting down to til her nap time ends is ticking. 

I used google this week for the first time since February. We watched a movie about two Google interns and I decided to see how long I could go without using the google. The answer is ten months. I would have kept on going strong had I not needed a screenshot of a google search. This proves that not only is google not the be all and end all of internet search sites, but also that I stick to something I put my mind to it. Not that we ended another example of that when I refused to talk to someone for three years straight because he offended my sister. It's even more impressive when you consider that I saw him at least two times every week. Also to be noticed is Elizabeth talked to him THE VERY NEXT DAY. I take vicarious offenses very seriously.

Speaking of the internet, I'm part of a breastfeeding group on facebook. Ninety percent of what's posted is of no use to me but I stay in the group for the information in the other ten percent. If we're being completely honest, I also stay in because some of the ladies are a little intense and I enjoy ranting to Christopher about it when he gets home. "You'll ruin your child for life if you let them cry it out! Free the boobs and nurse uncovered in public! I have five kids so I'm an expert on all things baby! Formula is evil and should never be given! Don't even consider having a baby at a hospital!" It's a real morale booster when you're having a bad day and letting your baby cry in her crib.
I rarely comment but a few weeks ago I replied to a question about nursing in church. Thirty two comments later, people were off topic and bringing up human rights, how men need to stop paying attention to a womans chest, and, of all things, Mary and Jesus. One lady said, "Duh! Mary feed Jesus without a cover."  I (because there's nothing like fanning the flame!) said, "Nobody knows for sure how Mary feed Jesus." She replied, "There are tons of breastfeeding paintings from the early church showing Mary baring her chest." Ok then. I didn't realize I was dealing with an expert on early church paintings. Here I was thinking those portraits weren't actually Mary. I assumed she'd be too busy washing whatever fabric contraption she used for a diaper and not have time to pose for a portrait.

(I hear some squawking from the crib. I'm going to stick her in the highchair with a handful of puffs while I finish pounding this out.)

Since we're on the topic of babies and food, I hate every time we have to give Annabelle a bottle of formula. I wanted to last a whole year without formula (maybe a lofty goal because I do not love nursing) and I did make it to 6 months, but the girl needs to eat and sometimes I don't have enough for her. Sesame Pie doesn't seem to care one bit where her food comes from as long as she gets some in her mouth.

Now she's pounding on her fists on the tray and demanding more puffs. Our Miss Manners lessons are really sticking. 

I'm sure both parties agree that the most important part of the election is the I Voted sticker.

after my baby joined the army, I whipped up a pan of spaghetti

Halloween 2014

We borrowed the uniform from my army teddy bear. He didn't come with pants.

Cutest little soldier I've ever seen.

We dressed her as a pan of spaghetti. She was understandably confused as to
why we allowing her to sit on the stove.

"I can't believe these are the people God picked to be my parents. Can I get a do-over?"

all the randomness you could ever need

Well, it's Halloween. We didn't celebrate halloween growing up so it's never an important holiday for me. If I want peanut butter cups I'd much rather buy my own then take one from a stranger when I know nothing of the cleanliness of their home and food handling habits. (Christopher would say my food handling habits aren't up to the standards of the Le Cordon Blue cooking school, but I say no one has died or even contracted a food borne illness from my kitchen. Not to mention that one of us can cook rice without reading the directions and it's not him.) I was going to dress Annabelle up as a peacock but my bubble was burst when Christopher reminded me that the pretty peacocks are male. WHATEVER, Mr. Animal Expert. I ran out of time to make her that costume (there's always next year!) so I spent much of last night sewing an alternate costume that may or may not see the light of day. It's raining here and we have no grandparents in the area to visit so I'm on the fence about whether we'll take her out or not.

We went to Old Navy yesterday to return a pair of pants. Every time I enter that store something awkward happens. Last time they put me in a little dressing room and the stroller got stuck between the door and the bench. I had to kneel on the bench and pick the stroller up at the same time just to get out. This time Sesame dumped her snack all over herself and the car seat five minutes before I knocked over a shirt/vest/scarf display. They love me at Old Navy. They see me coming and immediately call the disaster recovery team. 

Every Wednesday the library on post has story time. Annabelle enjoys seeing people besides me and I enjoy a free activity that gets us out of the house so it's a win win. The leader is nice but not exactly the brightest of light bulbs. We had just finished singing Twinkle Twinkle when she said, "I wish I knew the tune for the ABC song." All the parents stared at her because Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC have the same exact tune. Despite this hiccup, she's very intent on preparing the children for preschool. PRESCHOOL. The oldest child in the group is barely two and half the children can't even sit up for longer than three minutes without falling over. Let's worry about sleeping through the night before we make sure they can recite the colors of the rainbow in the correct order. I'm not concerned about my little Einstein. She knows how to stick her tongue out so I think we're well on our way to preschool greatness.

seven month Annabelle

Laying on the floor and contemplating my future as I turned 7 months.

Vital statistics: I weigh 14.3lbs and am 26" long. Mom knows this because she spent the month crying and stressing about my weight after the doctor told she wasn't feeding me enough. (Editorial comment- I need a month long vacation to Europe after this month.)

Favorite foods: Puffs, pears, bread, apples, rice and anything that isn't banana flavored.

Biggest dislikes: Having my face washed and diaper changes in the middle of the night. (Editorial comment- she wakes up because her diaper is wet so she shouldn't complain when it's changed.)

Favorite toys: paper, plastic, (Mom says I collect those like I'm a recycling bin), my abacus, Honeypot the bear. My favorite way to play is to pick something up with my feet and hold it there as I touch it with my hands.

Party hats and pj's. That's how I roll.

Milestones of my young life this month:

* I said mama! Usually I only say it when I'm distressed. 

* I visited a pumpkin patch and enjoyed eating hay.

* Some days I'm really quiet but other days I talk/babble/scream/screech/squeal.

* I celebrated Daddy's birthday! Mom dressed me up in a party hat and dress. She wanted me to be the centerpiece of the party but I was tired so I cried and was the party pooper. 

"Prince George! I am so touched! You want to share your snack with me?!'" 

needless to say she didn't have any hazmat suits to hand out

I took Annabelle to the doctors this morning to be weighed. The receptionist asked if I had traveled to or been in contact with anyone visiting an African country within the last 21 days. I said no and she replied, "Oh good. They didn't tell me what to do if you said yes." 

Rest assured that in some toy store there is a Barbie doll more prepared to deal with an ebola patient than the employee at a government medical center.

 

we went to the zoo, zoo, zoo

We took AB to the zoo for the first time on Monday. To the surprise of none I was the most excited about the trip. This girl certainly wasn't bursting with excitement on the way there. 

Dad explained the finer points of exotic birds. Ornithology is not one of his many gifts. Were we looking at an ostrich? A hoopoe? An African crane?

She was still very serious and not quite sure what was going on when we went to the walk-through kangaroo exhibit.

But then we went to the petting area. 

I LOVE ALL THE GOATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to mail this picture to anyone having a bad day. If I was witty I'd make it into a meme.

I thought it would be cute to take a mother daughter picture in front of the elephants. Annabelle had other ideas. Isn't she a little young to act like she wants to avoid being seen with her mother? 

"Fine. I'll look but I won't smile. I'll give no indication that you have cared for me and catered to my every need for the last six months." 

Two-thirds of the family is looking at the camera. I call that a successful family picture.

Welcome to my pity party

* I was crazy enough to think an 8:15 appointment was a good idea.
* I had a mascara related accident which resulted in mascara all over my hands.
* I didn't dress Sesame in warm enough clothes.
* It was threatening to rain. If there's anything I dislike it's doing errands in the rain. It's 15 times worse with a baby.
* I got stuck behind four school buses.
* My cd was skipping.
* I couldn't find a parking spot. 
* My brand new necklace that I love got caught on something and broke.
All this before eight o'clock.
* The receptionist gave me paperwork to fill out. None of the questions made sense. Why would they ask if Annabelle is pregnant or likely to become pregnant in the next 30 days? Why would they ask if she's been feeling suicidal? I asked the nurse and she said I filled the adult patient paper. Annabelle is the only one in our family who goes there but they've given me the adult paper each time. They haven't yet made the connection that I am not the patient for well baby appointments. 
* The nurse scolded me for letting Annabelle chew on raw carrot sticks. It's "too much of a chocking hazard." It's not like I'm handing her a container of marbles.
* The doctor talked me to for 30 minutes about how Annabelle's weight dropped slightly. She went from the 9th percentile at five months to below 0 percentile (how does that even make mathematical sense) at six months so she needs to start drinking formula and have more calories. She even threw out the term "failure to thrive" while Annabelle was bouncing around on my lap while laughing and VERY MUCH not failing. She lost 1oz since she was there on September 26th. It's not like she's back to her birth weight. The doctor wants her to gain a pound by Tuesday. YEAH RIGHT.
* I almost cried in the office.
* I sat Annabelle on the exam table but accidentally placed her on a little indent and she almost fell onto the floor.
* I cried on the way home.
* I put a pot of water on the stove to boil and walked away for a few minutes. A few minutes later I smelled something funny and upon investigation, it became clear that I turned on the wrong burner. The plastic wrap covering one of my very favorite fall plates holding my homemade sugar cookies was melting and I watched as the plated cracked in half. I lost the plate and the cookies I was going to eat to make myself feel better.
* We're almost out of diapers.

I'm going to sit upstairs on the couch and watch a movie. I hope the tv works and the couch doesn't break. 

For those keeping track at home, this is the 15th time we've needed maintenance people this year.

Subtitled: They might as well move into the guestroom

I feel like I've had next to nothing to blog about lately. We don't sit at home doing nothing, but most of what we do doesn't seem worth mentioning and sometimes I want things to talk about besides what the baby is doing. Shot me if I ever write something along the lines of "Annabelle can move her toes! Call Brian Williams and the evening news! Get the Harvard application!" 

* I joined a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group last week. I was almost too chicken to get out of the car because I knew I wouldn't know anyone, but I can't complain about not having friends with kids nearby if I don't make an effort. They gave me a paper to fill about Annabelle and I almost put "forget the clean diaper, she must always be wearing a bow" on the line for special instructions, but I don't want to be seen as the difficult mom right off the bat. 

The director gave me a box of craft supplies and told me to make a name tag. There weren't any stencils in the box so CUE THE OCD PANIC. I stopped short of digging through a closet to find a cup to trace so I'd have the perfect circle. 

The guest speaker was a woman who survived breast cancer and now owns a wig and bra store. She talked about bras for 58 minute. I had no idea there was so much to say on the topic. My usual criteria is that I like the color.

* We got Annabelle a jumperoo. You know who refuses to pay $129 on a toy that has more buttons than my car? Me. You know who doesn't care that she has the low-end jumperoo? This girl.

Her favorite toy is the tithing envelope at church so I expect she'll be happy as a clam when I stick her in a cardboard box and call it a playpen.

* The maintenance man is here for the fourth time in three weeks to fix our heating and cooling problems. He asked if I know where the handles for the air port vents are located. Excuse me? The what? I know nothing about our heating and cooling systems except THEY DON'T WORK. 

I just remembered the time different maintenance men came earlier in the year. I was pregnant and in the very pits of despair and morning sickness. I was stumbling around with mismatched pajamas, a messy bun, and most certainly no makeup. I looked like death. I know what you're thinking- "Christopher is a lucky guy to have married such an attractive woman!" I sat at the table, crying and trying to keep down a muffin when who should appear at our door but two maintenance men. They weren't scheduled to come until Thursday and it was only Tuesday.  They kept ringing and I kept sitting there refusing to answer the door in such a state. We have a window near the door and I knew it was only a matter of time before they looked through and saw me. I slid off the chair and crawled over to the kitchen away from view. I was so proud of myself for such stealthy moves. I was sure the next person to knock on the door would be a Special Forces recruiter. A few minutes went by without noise from the guys so I decided to see if they were still there. Here's where I encountered a flaw in my perfect plan. The only way to see the door from the kitchen was for me to crawl around the corner into view. I looked once and they saw me. The guy was looking in the window. I sat on the floor while they continued to knock because I would not let them win. Fifteen minutes later they left. I spent the rest of the day drafting a speech in my head about how they shouldn't show up unannounced on the wrong day at the home of someone with a VERY DELICATE stomach and emotional state. 

That afternoon I took a three hour nap because sitting on the kitchen floor is exhausting.

little butterfly

No one should be surprised I had a butterfly dress hanging in the closet waiting for the day we'd go to a butterfly festival.
I've always been one for attending events in themed clothing.

*bonus picture*

Three seconds later she fell on her nose.
Balance isn't one of her strong points.

six month Annabelle

At the exact moment I turned 6 months old we were leaving the Cracker Barrel parking lot.

Daddy always makes me smile!

Vital statistics: I weigh 12 lbs. 9 oz. Mom said she thought I was around 13 or 14lbs. Do I look like a chubby baby?

I dislike: bananas and sleeping for more than 6 hours in a row

My favorite toys are: paper, plastic medicine droppers, hair, eating mail, my rubber ducky

Milestones of my young life this month:
* I roll all over the place. Once Mom wasn't paying attention to me and when Dad asked where I was, she said I was playing on the rug. Except I wasn't. I rolled myself into the corner and nobody knew.
* I just learned how to sit up!

* I tried a lot of food this month. I like carrots, kale, limes, cantaloupe, peppers and apples.

* I hung out with Mom all week while Dad was in the field. I was so glad when he came back.
* I like to wave at everyone and everything with both arms.

* I went to the pet store. Mom was more excited than I was.  

Editorial comments- Five months was not my favorite age so far. She's so fun to play with, but she spent most of the month whining, pulling at her ears, boycotting naps and not sleeping through the night. The fact that she went a week without a dirty diaper didn't help. If she ends up in therapy later in life it will be from the day the doctor told us to use a suppository. I might end up in therapy for that too. 

As fun as it will be to have her first birthday party, I am in NO RUSH. I can't handle how fast she's growing. 

I'm sorry your baby isn't as cute as mine.

my green thumb turned black very quickly

This was my garden a few weeks ago. The tomatoes were out of control and smothering the peppers and basil. The marigolds never even had a chance. Even though it looks like a disaster zone, it was the most abundant garden I ever had. You don't know how many times I patted myself on the back this summer after making tomato sauce from tomatoes I grew. My gardening skilz were second to none. 

I bought this plant at Christmas time and have done absolutely nothing with it except occasionally water it and move it from the front porch to the back deck. I showed it to Annabelle the other day and told her that although the plant seemed dead, but it must still be alive because the berries were as vibrant as ever. (Science lesson of the day!) Plants flourish in my presence. 

 Then I picked up a branch to show her and low and behold, THE BERRIES ARE FAKE AND ATTACHED WITH WIRE.

That was the day I lost my Garden Club of America card.

I tried thinking of a creative title but for once I'm out of words

Last weekend I went to the dotMom conference in Nashville. I'd like to say I went purely because I wanted to be encouraged as I train my young child to walk the pathway of the Lord, but that's only 10% accurate. The other ninety percent is three of my favorite bloggers were going and I wanted to meet them. In case it hasn't been made glaringly obvious over the years, I would rather be bitten by a thousand mosquitos than talk to strangers, yet I paid $68 to attend an event in the hopes of meeting three. Sometimes I do not understand myself. 

Number one on my agenda (hello, my name is Sarah and I'm a stalker) was Kelly. Christopher and I met through her blog and I feel deeply indebted to her for being partially responsible for the number of times we've moved both my husband and my baby. I was walking down the hallway when she walked by going the opposite direction. I was 99.99% sure it was her, but I was still recovering from the embarrassing incident five minutes earlier when I walked up to a girl I was convinced I knew from my birth class only to discover that it wasn't. I didn't want a repeat awkward moment so I almost didn't follow Kelly, but I decided to be all carpe diem so I swung around and chased her into a classroom. I hope Annabelle follows the example of ladylike behavior I showed that day.   

Annabelle was trying to give Kelly a fist bump.

Kelly was so sweet. I'm sure I blew her away with my wit and smoothness. NOT. I was so nervous that I blurted out, "My friend Laura said to tell you she said hi." LAURA SAID NO SUCH THING. I don't know where that came from. Once it was out of my mouth I couldn't get it back. I'm sure Laura would have asked me to pass along the message but she didn't. Kelly, if you ever read this I want you to know I didn't mean to lie. 

The next day I was still on my Kelly high and had my goals set on meeting Sophie and Melanie. Elizabeth cheered me on from Massachusetts.

 

We have a caps button and know how to use it.

I want to say for the record that all the mens rooms were converted to ladies room for the event.

The line was shorter than the line for the ladies room (OF COURSE) and I'm all about expediting the bathroom process. I wasn't hanging out in the mens room for the fun of it and I CERTAINLY did not use the urinal.

I didn't find them in the mens room but tracked them down like a hound dog bumped into them in the hallway. Ok, maybe it was an intentionally bumping into but let's not get caught up on technicalities. All that matters is I found them.

I learned something last weekend that I'm fairly certain the coordinators of dotMom didn't plan on- I am really good at chasing people down. All I'm saying is Brad Paisley better watch out. 

we're back to regularly scheduled programing

The last time I had a lengthy unplanned blogging break I was sicker than a dog newly pregnant. While I make it my mission in life to keep up with the royals, I assure you this break had everything to do with a broken computer and was NOT because I jumped on the second baby train along with William and Kate.  It's a good thing Annabelle's new tiara came just in time to celebrate the coming of her new brother or sister in law. 

A real princess wears her tiara while in her pajamas.
We're working on her royal wave.

In other news, it's been business as usual over here. By that I mean embarrassing and awkward things continue to happen. The maintenance man came over unexpectedly this morning and I only had on half a face of makeup. Literally down the middle half. One eye had eyeshadow and one didn't. I wish I was kidding.

For reasons I do not understand, Christopher insists on keeping the beer caps and wine bottle corks every time he has a drink. I'm always finding them in the laundry or random corners around the house. A few days ago I found one under the couch and threw it at him while sarcastically asking, "What are you going to do with all these corks? Make a pinterest craft with them?" Imagine my surprise when he said, "Actually, I was thinking about it." COLOR ME SHOCKED. Who is the pinterest perusing man and what have you done with the person I married? 

A little inspiration. Might as well DIY that new chair for the living room.

My father in law came up over the weekend to meet Annabelle and visit with me, his only favorite daughter in law. I suppose he wanted to see Christopher too. It was a big weekend for AB. She met her grandfather, took her first selfie on his phone, and stayed in the church nursery. 

I did not plan for the nursery part to happen. She was crying during Sunday school so Christopher took her out and I assumed, based on our actions the last 23 weeks, that he was going to walk around with her. HE CAME BACK WITHOUT THE BABY. All he had was a magnetic whale with her name on it that we had to bring back to the nursery when we picked her up. (I'd like to interject that I don't get the point of the whale. If I lose it in the hallway do I not get my baby back?) I haven't put her in the nursery longer then five minutes so it was very much of a pull the bandaid off quick situation. I rushed to the nursery the second the class was over and for the second time in 45 minutes, MY CHILD WAS NOT WHERE I THOUGHT SHE WAS. The nursery worker very casually informed me that AB was in the next room over because she "graduated".  Is it just me or is that a little ridiculous? Annabelle can't even sit up yet but somehow she's the only baby who graduated to the room with the big kids who walk, talk, eat Cheerios and are basically going to trample all over her. Now I'm that mother who's causing a ruckus because her child isn't with the kids her own age who think their toes are food. This is pretty much how Annabelle looked when I finally rescued her from the hooligans that are toddlers.

At least she wasn't looking at me like that because I only had on half my makeup. 

Contrary to how it appears, this is not a pregnancy announcement. I repeat. This is NOT an announcement.

 One year ago today we saw Sesame for the first time.

If I'm being completely honest, the best parts about today were not the moments when she finally stopped crying from teething pain when I took a super cute baby wearing a giant flower bow to story time, when we went for a swim in her pool, or even when she laughed when I kissed her neck. The very best part was that unlike this day last year, I didn't throw up once.  

She's a sweet baby now, but there were many a dark day getting her here.

it's a very hairy situation

I got a haircut last week. Normally I wouldn't mention it except, naturally, it didn't go according to plan. 

It all goes back to the fact that my normal hairdresser moved. It really was rude of the Army to relocate the husband of the only hairdresser I've ever loved. This tragic move meant Mary cut my hair. She did a great job washing my hair with caviar shampoo but things started to get a little stressful when she brought out the scissors. Every time I've prepared for a haircut over the last twelve years I've debated doing something drastic. In the end I always fall back on my trim the ends/lots of layers/out the door I go approach. I originally told Mary I only wanted a trim but I started second guessing myself after noticing how good her short hair looked. Error number one. My hair would never look as good as hers.

I mentioned that to her which, I NOW KNOW, was my second error. She said she could trim a little more then see how we liked it. After all, it's only hair. Hair grows back. I should have known better than to go down that slippery slope. Then she said that since this was no longer a "trim", I had enough hair I could donate. I said that was fine, as long as my length stayed around the middle of my back (at this point it was near my waist). Three minutes later she held a ponytail of my hair that was no longer attached to my head in front of my face and snip, snip, snip my hair was AT MY SHOULDERS. I now present a question to you, good people of the internet. HOW COULD THERE HAVE BEEN ANY CONFUSION AS TO WHERE THE MIDDLE OF MY BACK WAS? 

I almost cried. 

Mary kept cutting away, telling me how good it looked and how she was so glad I decided to try it. Have I mentioned how emotional I was? I didn't want to tell her I wasn't a fan because what could she have done about it? Pick my hair up off the floor and glue it back on? Make a wig for me out of the hair I just donated to cancer patients? I barely made it to the car before sending Christopher this desperate message:

The first time I put my hair in a ponytail all I could think was I haven't had a ponytail that short since I was 5. To sum it up in three words- I FEEL BALD. I don't know how to work with the small amount of hair I have. Mary said my curls would be better than ever but I have yet to see that promised land. Not to mention that it looks like I got a Mom Cut and I absolutely didn't want that. People keep telling me it looks good (or that I need to relax because it's just hair but I was VERY ATTACHED to my hair) but I don't know. That's why I'm currently in search of a hair loss support group. 

Please know that it makes me feel incredibly awkward to post this picture of myself. I'm so bad at talking selfies (or as they were called back in the day, self portraits) that it took me 8 tries to get this. Also. I may be smiling on the outside but I was crying on the inside.

five month Annabelle

At the exact moment I turned 5 months I was sitting with Mom and refusing to take a nap.

Vital Statistics: I had packed on the pounds and made it all the way to 12lbs 13 oz but I lost some (I blame the heat and all the sweating) so now I'm down to 12.3. I'm around 24 inches. I'm 72nd percentile for height and 9th for weight. I don't even know what that means.

What's up with my wardrobe: I mostly wear 0-3 month clothes but occasionally my wardrobe consultant will bring out something a little bigger. Mama put me in a size 2 diaper and not to go into all the details, but we discovered size 2 is too big.   

Sometimes I only wear one shoe. I'm a trend setter.

I dislike: a wet diaper, cloth diapers, when 30 minutes have gone by and no one has talked to me

I enjoy/am mildly amused at: my rubber ducky, swimming in my pool, playing Fly Baby, when Dad sings the special song he wrote for me

Milestones of my young life this month:
* I go to story time at the library. I'm the youngest child there so sometimes I get stepped on or tripped over. It doesn't faze me much.
* This week I learned how to roll from my back to my belly.
* I've decided to start boycotting bottles. This is not a popular decision.
* I had been sleeping through the night for months but recently decided to start walking up for a snack every morning at 3-3:30. Again, my parents (especially my mom) do not support such behavior.
* The nap schedule my mother worked so hard to establish is a joke these days. I sleep when I feel like it. 

* I like to touch the face of the person talking to me.

* Mama let me lick a banana and I was not a fan.

* I'm trying so hard to sit up by myself.

* I've started to get a little attitude.

* Once in a great while I'll give a hug.

Editorial comment- This was the fastest month yet. She's growing too fast. Someone make it stop. ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE.