Dear Rocket Man ~ Month One

31 days sure can go by fast when you're new to the world. It's hard to believe that you're already one month old!

I am really enjoying watching you grow and develop. You work hard to move your head, and definitely turn to look whenever you hear my voice or Papa's voice.

We aren't sure, yet, what color your eyes are going to be, but right now, they're a dark gray/blue. We are doing better with nursing, and you seem to be growing well, although I don't know your exact weight. It's clear you are one of us, though, with your long, skinny build. I just don't make chubby babies. :o)

We were very blessed to have your Grandma Claudia here to help after you were born. She really enjoyed playing with your sisters while I was feeding you or getting you to sleep. And she enjoyed holding you, of course!! She held you every chance she could. :o)

We were also incredibly blessed to have two baby showers, and everyone was just SO generous! They gave you lots of clothes and toys and books...and lots of diapers, too. :o)

People ask if I think there is a difference between boys and girls since I had two girls before you, but I don't, yet. You're too teeny, and really just eat and sleep -- much like your sisters did. I'm definitely spread thinner, though. I don't feel like I get to spend quality time with any of you, or with Papa. And I certainly don't feel like I have much of a grasp on the household duties or my sewing. I know that will all change soon enough, so I'm simply trying to enjoy the time I have with you this little and count my blessings.

That's all I can think of to say right now. I love you, Rocket Man!

Christmas 2011 ~ Recap and Highlights

(I also posted this at We Shall Sew, in case you go there, too)

Well, it's Tuesday now, the 27th, and we finally ate Christmas dinner tonight. :)  There is no real reason for the delay, except that I kept sleeping through my put-the-turkey-in-the-oven-NOW window.  How was I supposed to prepare a turkey and get it in the oven smack dab in the middle of my nap time?

And I sure needed my nap on Christmas day.

Dave and I were up until after 3am Christmas morning, and we were tuckered out! It was totally worth it, though.

TOTALLY!!

As referenced in my last post, we made a puppet theater for the girls. Other than the curtains and the re-build upstairs, it was done in plenty of time. But the curtains took me a while since I took my sweet time. And the re-build took a while since Dave had to hand screw everything in so as not to wake the girls up with the drill.

See, we went from having only a little tree, and no presents, in the loft area when the girls went to bed Saturday night, to having a large puppet theater and a mass of Christmas gifts in the loft area when they woke up.

That kind of transformation takes time, people. It takes time.

Every morning, Mookie has this tradition, if you will, of stumbling into our bedroom around 7:30 for a bit of a snuggle and to play games or read while we all wake up. So we weren't really worried that she would see anything out of the ordinary before we were ready for her to see it.  And Sprout has this tradition, if you will, of sleeping till about 8:30, so we were all set in that regard.  Once Sprout woke up, we all went downstairs for some breakfast...and to build the hype a bit. Since Mookie hadn't seen any presents under the tree, she didn't really expect anything out of the ordinary, but we kept talking about this BIG surprise, and how excited we were, and how excited she would be, and how much fun we were going to have, etc.

So about 9:30, I went upstairs first to set up the video camera and to hide in the puppet theater to take pictures, and then Dave brought the girls up.

Here's the before (you can see the puppet theater on the left):

Mookie was so startled by the transformation! You can see the surprise, and fear?, in her face.

She was actually so scared that she got down on the floor and started to crawl! Poor girl!

But when she figured out that it was a puppet theater and that it was all good, she jumped up and RAN for the "puppet feetar" as she calls it. :)

I love that photo! I love that face!! :)

"Look, Mama! I can do my very own puppet shows!"

Then she came around back, grabbed the few puppets we had (many more showed up soon!), and commensed to wowwing us with her mad puppetry skillz.

There were quite a few puppet shows that day...and every day since. :)

Not one to be left out, Sprout was trying to get in on the puppet show action. (LOVE the hair!)

Here's the whole family before we opened any of the presents. The loft was a WRECK by the time we were all done. Still is...

Dave gave me a pair of Christmas socks (among other things...like an Accuquilt Go! Cutter) (Score!!) and Sprout desperately wanted to wear them. How can you say no to that cute face?

Here she is with them on. These are certainly easier for her to wear than my regular slippers!

This is such a goofy shot of my goofy girl. I love it.

We got Sprout a little kitchen tools set, and both girls really loved it. Occupied them for quite a while, actually.

I found these little fairy wings at Target on clearance, and thought Sprout might like them. Well. Little did I know! She immediately said "Ningabow! Ningabow!!" (For Tinkerbell), and held out her arms. I said "Do you want to put these on? And she said "Yup" And I said "Okay." And she said "K."  I just adore this age!!

Her Tinkerbell wings stay on pretty much every moment she knows they're there. We sneak them off every now and then, but when she sees them, she wants them on again.



I love that she's wearing fairy wings and trying to build something with her Mega Blocks. Every fairy is an engineer, my love. :)

Here's Dave with his fairy baby.

Poor girl. She was just poopin' out, there! We'd only been going for about an hour and a half at this point...

She found her second wind, though, and got to playing again.

So, that's it! We took our sweet time, and very leisurely opened all of our presents. It took us about 3 hours, really, but there weren't THAT many presents. We just took. our. time. We read stories. We had puppet shows. We snacked on candy. We played with new toys. We stayed in our jammies all day.

And then we used our new sandwich press to make fancy triangle sandwiches, and then had a nice, well-deserved nap.

Which explains why I slept right through my put-the-turkey-in-the-oven-NOW window, and we didn't eat our Christmas Turkey until 2 days later. It was good, though. :)

Potty Training {Days Beyond}

So, I gave up potty training Mookie. I just couldn't take the feelings of failure and abuse and torture and bribery anymore.

I still asked if she wanted to go, and would sit her on the potty, but I didn't set a timer, and I didn't stress about it. We even pulled out a few hidden diapers for nap and bed times.

I can't remember now, but somewhere in that week, she started to really pee on the potty. A couple of times she told me she needed a diaper, so we high-tailed it to the potty and she peed in it. (Hallelujah!) She didn't have any accidents during the awake times, and grew really proud of herself.  Part of it could be that I figured out her "currency". Her bribe. The thing that makes her little heart skip a beat.

Play-doh.

Sadly, I hate the stuff. Friends should not buy friends' kids play-doh! Ugh.  Mookie? Loves the stuff. Wants to take it to bed with her at night. Wakes up asking to "play" Play-doh. Wants to take it to the restaurant when we go out to eat.

Somewhere along the potty-training line, she learned that she would get a new pot of Play-doh every time she peed in the potty, or woke up dry, or some such milestone. Knowing that, she was considerably more motivated to pee or hold it, or do the "potty dance." :)

In the big picture, the 47 pots of Play-doh aren't very expensive, and she spends SO MUCH TIME playing. And she really loves it.  She's forever dreaming up something new to make with it, or showing off her latest creation, or "making dinner" with it...the possibilities are endless with that kid.

We don't have many tools for the Play-doh, though. That would be too much, I think. I have a one-color limit (can not STAND when the colors get mixed. Bah!!), and most of the tools allow you (or encourage you) to mix colors. Not happenin', folks.  We do have a few things, though, and I've augmented her tools with a few cookie cutters, some plastic knives, and a small rolling pin. She's happy as a clam, and doesn't ask for more than one color, thankfully.

Anyway, back to the potty training. So, we had about a week of normal, around-the-house pottying, and then we went away on vacation. She was a STAR!! She peed on a big potty at the Dallas airport, at the Newark airport, in Central Park in New York City, Penn Station in NYC, at the Crayola Factory in New Jersey...

...riddle me this, though, folks...the Crayola Factory didn't have toddler-sized potties. Why? They must have a million toddlers and small children coming through in a year, why not have toddler-sized potties?? Good thing for me, she was comfortable using the big ones if I held her.

Now, a few weeks after I started this journey, she's peeing on the potty all the time during the day (I try to take her about every 60-90 minutes just to be safe, and she lets me know if she needs to go in between). She wears a pull-up at nap and bed time or if we're out of the house, and "big girl pants" during the time we're at home.  She still isn't pooping in the potty, but thankfully she has only pooped in the pull-ups. I'm kinda ooked out by the idea of poop in her big girl pants. :o)  I know it will happen, but I'm glad it hasn't happened yet!

She's still got a pile of "prizes" that she could have gotten (and still can), but she seems perfectly content with the Play-doh she already has, and isn't interested in those books/puzzles/games/candy/bubbles/movies on the counter.  However...there is a big Play-doh kit that will sit there until we are fully potty trained. And she knows it.  She's motivated, and I think that was the key to success.

So, that's our story right now. Peeing on the potty isn't a big deal. Pooping is our next hurdle. :)

Potty Training {Day 1}

= Fail.

I was ALL kinds of prepared. I read the books, I prayed, I separated the bribes toys into small, medium, large. I prayed some more. I hid the few size 4 diapers that are left in the house. I prayed yet some more. I prepped the bathroom and the playroom. Dave was lined up to be Parent #1 to Sprout all day so I could devote my time to Mookie all day.

What I didn't expect was that cry at 2:45 in the morning. That "Mommy! I getted sick in my bed!" cry. I scooped her lump of a self up, and we crawled into the guest bed, where we slept off and on until about 10:00 in the morning.

Poor Mookie-licious is sick. Just not herself. She doesn't have a fever, doesn't exhibit regular signs of sickness, but she's just not herself. She only threw up one more time during the day, but it doesn't make any sense. Poor kid.

We'll try again tomorrow.

(I am keeping track of Mookie's potty training here because I know if I don't, I'll be clueless when it comes time to train Sprout. Which I will do MUCH earlier.)

Modern Day Quilting

My hexie quilt for Japan is featured today over at Modern Day Quilts!!!

Heather does a really great job of finding fun, inspirational, innovative, modern quilts and posts them every day. I am super jazzed that she thinks my hexie quilt is fit for her feature! If you don't already follow her, you should. Every day brings new, and ever more beautiful, quilts.

(Her post just links to my sewing blog, but go there and show her some love, too.) :o)

We Let The Wine Do The Painting

Last month, my best friend, Angela, told me about a new (to me) place in Denver called Canvas and Cocktails. They provide all the art supplies, a "goal" painting, and an instructor to guide you through creating your goal painting. Well, and there's a bar in the back in case anyone needs additional assistance with their painting. As Angela and I were trying to figure out when we could go, I had to discuss the dates with Dave. This is pretty much how our conversation went:

Me: "So Ang wants to go to this place in Denver called Canvas and Cocktails. There's a teacher who teaches you how to paint a certain picture and everyone in the room paints the same one. We're trying to figure out when we can go. What are your plans for May 1st?"

Him: "Is it like that guy on PBS that says things like 'this is a happy tree.' or is it different?"

Me: "Ummm, I don't know about happy trees, but there is a teacher."

Him: "Hmmm...that sounds pretty cool. We should do that sometime for a date night."

Me, cocking my head to the side: "What?"

Him: "Yeah, you know I love art. It won't look half as good as yours, but I think it might be fun!"

Me, cocking my head to the other side: "What??"

Him: "Well, I know I haven't had a paint brush in my hand since approximately 1981, but I would really like to do it. We should go together on a date!"

Me, cocking my head back to the other side: "Who ARE you?"

Him: "No, really. It'll be fun. What's the website. I want to see what painting I might want to paint."

Me, cocking my head back again: "No, really. Who ARE you??"

After the shock wore off, we were sitting at our respective computers looking at the different paintings they offer and trying to decide when we could go. He really liked the "guitar trio" painting. 3 guitars, primary colors, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  I tried and tried to convince him to pick another painting, but he was pretty adamant about the guitar trio.  I was not too keen on having two (somewhat) identical paintings in the house, but figured I could at least paint over it if I hated it, right?! :o)

When I called to make the reservation, the girl was all excited, and informed me that the phones had been going crazy since they had just announced that Guitar Trio was going to be the first ever "Guys' Night" where the men would paint for free!  To which I said "Sweet! Sign me up! I'll happily paint a trio of guitars if it's free!" :o)

When we got there Saturday night, the room was pretty crowded, and only got more crowded. Too crowded, but it was fun, so that's okay.  After we paid, they took us to a couple of open stools, gave us our brushes and a piece of cardboard and showed us where to get the aprons and the paints. Then Dave went to the bar and bought himself a nice, chilled bottle of "painter's aid," if ya know what I mean. :o) Brittany, the owner, then introduced herself and proceeded to give us our basic painting instructions. It was really a great way to begin painting, I think. I've dabbled in painting for decades quite a while, now, so it wasn't new to me, but for Dave, who admits he hasn't painted in nearly 30 years, this was really great. She would say "take a scoop of yellow, and two scoops of white and mix them together." She went over brush sizes, paint combinations, light hand vs heavy hand. Good stuff. And she took us through the painting step by step. Again, cool for me, GREAT for Dave and the 34 other men in the room that haven't painted since elementary school! :o)

And as we went, she played some really rockin' tunes in the background. I don't recall any AC/DC, but there was plenty of man-friendly music that she played. I suspect the playlist is different on a night when most of the painters are women. :o)

Dave followed her instructions to the letter, but I chose a different set of colors to use. I chose to go ahead and paint the guitars, though, because Mookie LOVES guitars and she LOVES to play her guitar and she LOVES to play guitar with her papa. So I picked some girly colors for her. Brittany talked us through each and every layer, every highlight, every shadow, every nuance. The way we created the painting step-by-step really made us all feel very successful, I think.

One highlight of the evening was when Brittany called Roger up to the front and made up some excuse to get him up there. As he was up there, he said something sweet about his girlfriend, Kimberly, and asked her to join him up at the front. As she walked up there, he got down on one knee and proposed to her. Right there in Canvas and Cocktails. So sweet. I'm thinking she didn't really care how her painting came out after that. :o)

It took about 3 hours to get through our paintings and everything (there were a few breaks, too), but I'm sure it would have taken me longer to paint a trio of guitars at home. They took pictures, which is good, because I forgot my camera. If you look HERE, it's a picture of Dave and me on their Facebook site. You can't see our paintings, though.

I did take a few pictures with my phone, though. Here's a picture of Dave and me with our new creations. You can see the instructor's painting in the background.  Dave is actually pretty proud of himself -- as he should be! He did great!  (But there wasn't much "creative license" with him...we pretty much had to have anatomically correct guitars.)



And here are the paintings in the light of day. Still not too shabby, eh?



When I told Mookie that I made the painting for her, she said "Really? For me?" and began to clap like crazy. And every 15 minutes throughout the rest of the day she would say, "That's Papa's, this is mine." I love that she's so excited about a painting I made for her.  Since Dave is officially hooked on painting, and I had fun going along and enabling his inner artiste to emerge, I think we'll be doing a LOT more painting in the future. We've already got a plan for painting this Friday night. We're not going to C&C, though, we'll just paint at home. But if they turn out good, I'll be showing them to you next Sunday.

And, no. Angela and I haven't yet worked out the dates when we'll get to go and paint flowers and listen to girly music and chat chat chat the night away.

Weeks Gone By

We're home now...and under piles and piles and PILES of stuff. Laundry, mail, Mom's stuff...piles of it all.

I'm not spending too much time on the computer, but here are a few photos from the last couple of weeks. I'll try to catch up and tell actual stories sometime soon. Once I have my living quarters situated a bit more than they are right now!

Ang and Mike in front of the beautiful Breckenridge mountains.

Dave, Melissa and Mookie in front of the beautiful Breckenridge mountains.

A fun frame photo :o)

It's Tai Chi Mookie

Keeping disco alive...

More, more, MORE birthday ice cream, Mama!

Birthday Girl (May 19, 2009)

Want some cake, Mama?

Mama thinks it's good.

The Mess...

Yes, I think I had more cake on me than Mookie had on her. She really didn't go crazy like everyone hoped for. Maybe it's because it was so late in the evening, maybe it's because she is a pretty tidy little girl. The cake that's on her face was (lovingly) placed there by Uncle Rob. :o)

That's it for now. I'll post more pictures of her interacting with her birthday presents...um...sometime. :o) She's a real cutie pie!

Dear Mookie: Month Eight

Dear Mookie,

Gosh, this month's letter is hard to write! You are doing so many new things that I have a hard time sitting down to write them all down. And yet, because you are doing so many new things, it will take me forever to get them all documented!

The weather in California has been unseasonably warm for January, and we've been enjoying it as much as possible. Here is a picture of you and me exploring a hibiscus flower at the park. I would like to think you were attracted to the beautiful red flower, but in reality, I think you were excited at how easily the petals pulled apart! :o)

Over the Christmas holidays, though, we did a lot of travelling. To a lot of cold places. You got to meet so many of your family members and it was fun. One of the best things about it is that you got to spend two whole weeks with your papa. The last time you and Papa spent that much time together was right after you were born, and he got to stay home from work for 2 weeks to "help" Mama learn how to be a mama. Except he had to work on his own little baby, his PhD dissertation, and get that done. So this time, Papa was all about his girls. Oh, and college football. You watched football with him before, but this time we learned something new about you. You love college fight songs. Silly girl. Papa sings them and you wave your arms, and kick your legs and have the hugest smile on your little face. It makes your papa very proud, and it just cracks me up. :o)

Gosh, this last month has really been full of Firsts.

On Christmas Eve, you crawled forward for the first time. It was only a couple of "steps," but it was still forward movement. You had plenty of time to practice your crawling when we were stranded in Chicago on our way from Michigan to Georgia. I wasn't too pleased, however, with your desire to crawl off the clean blanket onto the manky hotel floor. You crawled a LOT with your Grandpa Willie, Uncle Jonathan, and your cousin, AJ. Once we got home, you really began to move and groove. Thankfully, I can usually hear where you are crawling, so I know when to stop you. You seem to love going after the things you aren't supposed to have, though. Like the cat food. And the lamp cords. And the bottoms of shoes.

You love to "stand" up, though you cannot do it by yourself - yet. I was hoping to just enjoy your crawlingness for a few months, but just yesterday, you pulled yourself up to standing. I know it will be a mere blink-of-an-eye, and you will be cruising around, and then toddling all by yourself. I better get my act together! :o)

I love that you are so loving (and, of course, lovable) :o) You haven't yet hit that stage where you only want Mama or Papa. This was great at Christmastime when we visited SO many family members, and they all wanted to hold you...and you let them! You seemed happy to be held, and didn't mind who was holding you. I know you'll probably hit that stage, and I'll be sad because I like how you like people. Not shy like the Mama. Now, though? A couple of weeks later? You are just on the move - no holding you! :o)

You've been working on your smooches, too. Baby smooches are so much fun. :o) Good thing for me you are more discriminate about that than you are with being held... For now, you're only smooching your old pal, Baby-in-the-Mirror. It's okay, I smooch her all the time, too. :o)

(By the way, you're not really standing up on your own in that picture. Your Uncle Phil is holding you up.)

We've been seeing that baby more lately, since I put another mirror on the floor in your room. Now when you are crawling around, you see her, and you see Mama, and you seem ever so intrigued at how you know Mama is behind you, and yet, you see Mama in front of you. No, Baby Girl, I've not cloned myself (although, I seriously wish I could!), and I'm not magically jumping back and forth, it's just an image of me there looking back at you. :o) Since I did that, you have really taken to waving. Waving at me. Waving at your Grandma, or Papa, or Aunt Barb or Uncle Phil. Or the cat. Or the mailbox. :o) We joke that you are a little princess because you've mastered the wrist-only wave of royalty. So far, though, you don't really wave on command, you just wave when you feel like it. We'll work on it, though. We go lots of places where people are captivated by your bright blue eyes, or your contagious smile, so we'll just practice waving at your adoring fans, okay? :o)

I must say, though, that you are still THE CUTEST dadgum baby girl that there ever was. You make me, and everyone else around you, laugh because you just do the silliest of things. Like the way you flail your arms and legs when you're playing with a rattle -- like you're a dead bug, or something. Or the way you giggle and shriek in anticipation when you think someone is going to "scare" you. And the different sounds you make - oh, how I wish I could understand what you are trying to communicate. You can be SO passionate! :o) And there's the knee-foot-knee-foot way you've been "crawling" lately. Goofy. The other night you were exploring Aunt Barb's pretty painted toes, and then you crawled over to Uncle Phil and started pulling on his leg hairs. Ow! Haha.

Yesterday, when I was lying on the floor, you crawled to me...

...and then proceeded to crawl over me. You did great till the very end when your big ol'  noggin got the best of you and you started to fall off head first. Oops! Good thing Mama was there to protect your sweet head. 

Oh, and you get SO very excited whenever you see one of the cats. First, you say "Ha Tat. Ha Tat." Which, I think, is your sweet baby way of saying "kitty cat." Then you crawl after her like a woman on a mission! Sadly for you, she doesn't stick around to see what it is you want. The repeated disappointment doesn't seem to deter you, though. Which is good. I hope you are that perseverant in everything you do in life. Never give up, Baby Girl. Not when it comes to petting the kitty. Or learning to ride a bike. Or getting into the college you want to go to. Or getting the job you want. Or raising your family your way. Never give up.

Not only are you crossing milestones off your list like mad, you are growing up physically, too. We had to lower the frame of your crib last weekend because you were looking over the railing, and I was afraid you would try to pull yourself up on it. Speaking of bigger and stronger, today you weigh 14 pounds, 14 ounces, and are 28 inches long/tall.  That's one pound and two ounces bigger, and two inches longer than you were last month!

Here you are with Grandma Bear. I swear, she must be shrinking!

How do you get the shiny off? I want the shiny for me?

Yaarrrgghh!!!  What IS that thing? Protect me.

Why, thank you. I agree. I DO look good in lavendar.

Mmm. Grandma Sue? Whatcha eatin'?

Can I have some? Grandma lets me have whatever I want.

Mmmmm. Grandma's banana is yummsters.

Much to my displeasure, there are now 5 teeth in that little mouth of yours. Two more came up on the bottom around New Year's Day, and the 5th came in last week. On top. Ouch. I am just not ready for that! I will say, though, that it makes your smile that much cuter. :o) And it makes it easier for you to eat, eat, eat.

You've "eaten" bits of a bagel, a breadstick, apple, avocado, banana, sweet potato, white potato, and muffin this month. I am very pleased with how advanced your hand-to-mouth coordination is! And how quickly you learned to pick up a little piece of bread in my hand and get it into your mouth. We are just a few weeks away from food all over the kitchen because you'll be feeding yourself. :o) I have to say, though, that I am glad that you like your food. There are babies around you that are older than you that have no interest in solids at all. You? Love it all. Except carrots. And prunes. You don't like prunes, but that's okay, neither do I. :o)  You also seem very interested in drinking my drink. It doesn't matter if it's in a bottle or a glass or a cup - you know you want some! And I've been amazed at how well you drink from my cup. Yes, there have been moments when I thought there was a hole in your chin, but you've done really well.

While I love to watch you eat, and crawl, and stand, and wave, the times each day when my heart melts just a little more are the times I get to watch you sleep. Right now, on a good day, you wake up at about 6:00, you take 3 naps throughout the day, and are ready for bed at about 6:00 at night. Sometimes you miss a nap, but I don't think you are ready to go to 2 naps. And, quite frankly, neither am I! :o) You don't go down for naps easily, but when you do fall asleep, especially if it's in my arms, I just can't help but stare at you. And marvel at you. And thank God for you. You are one of the most wonderful blessings in my life, and I just can't get enough of you.

Seriously, I cannot get enough of you! You are just so much fun to be around, and I am so very blessed to be able to stay home with you. I just love that I've been here for all of your "firsts." Tomorrow will mark another great "first." A first for our nation. Tomorrow we will inaugurate our first African-American president. There has been a lot of talk about "hope" this last year or so, in our country, and a lot of hopes rest on this man's shoulders. When I have hopes, I try to turn them into prayers, because I believe prayers are much more effective than hopes. :o) And while I do have national, and international prayers, most of the time when I turn a hope into a prayer, it's about you. Today, I pray that you will continue to grow healthy, and happy, and strong. I pray that you will feel and know the presence of God in your life at an early age. (Thus, I pray that your papa and I can cultivate that for you). I pray that your mama will continue to take her fears to God, and that He will quiet them. As I look forward to the future, I pray that you will believe in yourself, and know that you have the strength and potential, with God's help, to accomplish anything you want. And I pray that your papa and I will push you, and encourage you, and challenge you every step of the way.

And I pray for one more day of being blessed with your smile, and your giggle, and your chatter, and your wave, and your clap, and your belly, and your toes, and your eyes, and your cheeks. Just one more day of knowing God's love reflected through you. Just one more day of being the luckiest mama in the world. Just one more day of loving you.  And tomorrow I will pray for one more.

I love you, Baby Girl. Forever and ever, and always.

Love,
Mama

Rice, Rice, Baby.

For the last couple of weeks:

(A) Mookie has been reaching for my drinks and reaching to my plate when I'm eating;
(B) She's been sitting up (with support); and
(C) She's 5 months old.

In Mama Math, A+B+C = Time to start ...

solids!!!

Egads.

Where did the time go?

In what will be a series of firsts, here is a video of her first rice cereal "snack." She's a skilled little eater! :o) 

Warning: It's about 3 1/2 minutes long.

I know what my favorite part is (you'll hear me laugh at her)...what's yours?