Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sweet Potatoes
After days and days of carrots, Brian introduced Melanie to sweet potatoes. And (big surprise!) she LOVES them! Up next: Green Beans. Oh, this'll be a hoot!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
6 Months and CARROTS!
I turned 6 months old on September 18th! To celebrate, Mommy and Daddy took me to Hollis Gardens in Lakeland to take a whole bunch of pictures of me with Gramie, Grandpop and G-ma Maribeth.
...yay?
Grandpa took a lot of the pictures, and I tried to be on my best behavior - but it got hot quickly and then I got sleepy. Mommy and Daddy were so proud of me though. They got some good shots. We'll share the pictures soon, we promise.
Then Grandpa, Mommy, Daddy and I went home for a quick lunch. Mommy prepared my usual cereal meal and then added a strange orange paste to the cereal. Mommy took a bite and made a yucky face, so I was a little apprehensive. But then she sounded really excited about feeding me the orange paste, so I figured it couldn't be that bad. Turns out, this orange paste is called carrots. And it ain't half bad!
Afterwards, Grandpa and Mommy took me to IKEA. I missed a big portion of the showroom, on account of my carrot-induced coma. But once I woke up, Mommy carried me around in the Baby Bjorn, which she thought was clever. Mommy sure can be silly sometimes. Grandpa showed us what he already bought for a camper he's building - which sounds neat! - and he picked up a few more items.
After IKEA, Grandpa left to go back to Perry, it sounded like Grandma had her hands full with cousin Elsie and Wil and Grandma needed backup. So we just relaxed for the rest of the day.
All in all, a great 1/2 birthday!
...yay?
Grandpa took a lot of the pictures, and I tried to be on my best behavior - but it got hot quickly and then I got sleepy. Mommy and Daddy were so proud of me though. They got some good shots. We'll share the pictures soon, we promise.
Then Grandpa, Mommy, Daddy and I went home for a quick lunch. Mommy prepared my usual cereal meal and then added a strange orange paste to the cereal. Mommy took a bite and made a yucky face, so I was a little apprehensive. But then she sounded really excited about feeding me the orange paste, so I figured it couldn't be that bad. Turns out, this orange paste is called carrots. And it ain't half bad!
Afterwards, Grandpa and Mommy took me to IKEA. I missed a big portion of the showroom, on account of my carrot-induced coma. But once I woke up, Mommy carried me around in the Baby Bjorn, which she thought was clever. Mommy sure can be silly sometimes. Grandpa showed us what he already bought for a camper he's building - which sounds neat! - and he picked up a few more items.
After IKEA, Grandpa left to go back to Perry, it sounded like Grandma had her hands full with cousin Elsie and Wil and Grandma needed backup. So we just relaxed for the rest of the day.
All in all, a great 1/2 birthday!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Melanie Update - Sitting
I sat up independently for the first time tonight! Gramie asked me to demonstrate my new skill to Mommy when Mommy came to pick me up. Mommy was so proud of me, that I decided to show her again when I came home. She says she has a video of it, maybe she'll post it next.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Oh yeah, it's ON!
From Melanie:
Teething season has begun my friends! I'm grabbing. pinching, pulling, chewing, and drooling everything in sight! Nothing is popping out yet, but I'm working on it!
Teething season has begun my friends! I'm grabbing. pinching, pulling, chewing, and drooling everything in sight! Nothing is popping out yet, but I'm working on it!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Melanie Update - First Illness
Hello my adoring fans - here's an update on what I've been up to!
I had my first illness - a common head cold. Mommy, being the crazy control freak that she was, took me to see Dr. Hiben on the 7th to make sure I didn't have an ear infection or a sinus infection. I was weighed and measured - 18 pounds, 11 ounces and 27.75 inches long. I had my temperature taken - no fever. And Mommy listed off my symptoms. Dr. Hiben said I had the common cold and gave Mommy instructions on how to take care of me. Dr. Hiben also called me a Michelin baby. ...I don't know what a Michelin is, but it sounds tasty!
I had my first illness - a common head cold. Mommy, being the crazy control freak that she was, took me to see Dr. Hiben on the 7th to make sure I didn't have an ear infection or a sinus infection. I was weighed and measured - 18 pounds, 11 ounces and 27.75 inches long. I had my temperature taken - no fever. And Mommy listed off my symptoms. Dr. Hiben said I had the common cold and gave Mommy instructions on how to take care of me. Dr. Hiben also called me a Michelin baby. ...I don't know what a Michelin is, but it sounds tasty!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
She Got Me Good...
Last night after feeding Melanie a tasty dinner, I had her over the shoulder and was burping her as usual, patting her back. Melanie then leaned back and plaed her hands on my face, playing with my mouth, nose and cheeks (something she's been doing a while now).
Then Melanie discovered that my chin made a very durable, convenient chew toy. So I let her chew on my chin for a little while, figuring why not? It'll give my fingers a break from getting chewed on. And it looked and felt cute too.
Then I heard the liquidy burp...
... too late
She burped up all over my chin, neck and hair.
At first I was grossed out... but then I started to laugh and I couldn't stop laughing. Melanie looked at me and started to laugh too.
I hope to have this memory for a while - Melanie and I looking at each other, laughing with each other and having matching spit-up on our chins.
Then I took a shower!
Then Melanie discovered that my chin made a very durable, convenient chew toy. So I let her chew on my chin for a little while, figuring why not? It'll give my fingers a break from getting chewed on. And it looked and felt cute too.
Then I heard the liquidy burp...
... too late
She burped up all over my chin, neck and hair.
At first I was grossed out... but then I started to laugh and I couldn't stop laughing. Melanie looked at me and started to laugh too.
I hope to have this memory for a while - Melanie and I looking at each other, laughing with each other and having matching spit-up on our chins.
Then I took a shower!
Pooper-de-Duper!
So I have some poopy stories, of course... and I hesitated sharing them, but then I decided why not? If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. But at least I'll have it on record:
Poopy Diaper Story #1 – Brian’s Dilemma
While I’m finishing up my work day, Brian watches Melanie at the house. Brian said Melanie was playing in her jumperoo when he smelled her poopy-stench. He picked her up out of the jumperoo and discovered that the poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper, seeped through her onesie and just barely missed soiling the jumperoo itself.
Brian went into Melanie’s room and laid her on the changing table, pulled out a new diaper and the wipes bin, but alas! Katie forgot to fill the diaper wipes bin. So Brian had to find the refills and unfortunately, the poopy didn’t wait. Poopy was everywhere – on the changing table, on the onesie, on Melanie, on his shirt. Brian said he was tempted to pull a Mr. Mom and wash Melanie’s bottom in the shower. He said, “This was my biggest Daddy-challenge to date.”
I rinsed out the onesie later on and I tell you – it was pretty rough. Brian walked by and gagged - which I thought was hilarious because he was able to handle it when he was by himself.
Poopy Diaper Story #2 – Karma's Revenge
Brian and I were at Babies R' Us before going to Walmart to pick up some supplies. I asked Brian if I should check Melanie’s diaper here or at Walmart, and he said it was up to me. So I decided to wait till Walmart. Then Melanie’s poopy-stench wafted to my sensitive nose and I decided to go ahead and change her there.
So while Brian went to pay for our items, I took Melanie into the bathroom. I laid her down and took the diaper off and saw about a quarter’s worth of poopy. I thought, “Wow – that’s not so bad. “ …But then I lifted her legs. That poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper again! And while I reached for the diaper wipes case, Melanie stuck her foot in it – literally. Then I opened the wipes case and saw the one, single diaper wipe. Dang it. There’s poopy everywhere – on the changing table, on the changing pad, on her feet, on her back on the onesie and I have only one wipe.
Luckily, there was a never ending supply of papertowels. (If I had waited to change her in Walmart – I would have been screwed. They have those automatic hand blowers there!) I had trouble cleaning her up because I wiped with a papertowel, then laid her back down on the soiled mat to get another paper towel wet. I was tempted to open the door and yell at Brian to get in there, but somehow I managed to wipe all the poopy away. At the end of the change, Melanie had a clean diaper and a clean new outfit and the trash bin was full of wet-poopy paper towels. I feel really really sorry for whoever had to clean that bathroom.
Poopy Diaper Story #1 – Brian’s Dilemma
While I’m finishing up my work day, Brian watches Melanie at the house. Brian said Melanie was playing in her jumperoo when he smelled her poopy-stench. He picked her up out of the jumperoo and discovered that the poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper, seeped through her onesie and just barely missed soiling the jumperoo itself.
Brian went into Melanie’s room and laid her on the changing table, pulled out a new diaper and the wipes bin, but alas! Katie forgot to fill the diaper wipes bin. So Brian had to find the refills and unfortunately, the poopy didn’t wait. Poopy was everywhere – on the changing table, on the onesie, on Melanie, on his shirt. Brian said he was tempted to pull a Mr. Mom and wash Melanie’s bottom in the shower. He said, “This was my biggest Daddy-challenge to date.”
I rinsed out the onesie later on and I tell you – it was pretty rough. Brian walked by and gagged - which I thought was hilarious because he was able to handle it when he was by himself.
Poopy Diaper Story #2 – Karma's Revenge
Brian and I were at Babies R' Us before going to Walmart to pick up some supplies. I asked Brian if I should check Melanie’s diaper here or at Walmart, and he said it was up to me. So I decided to wait till Walmart. Then Melanie’s poopy-stench wafted to my sensitive nose and I decided to go ahead and change her there.
So while Brian went to pay for our items, I took Melanie into the bathroom. I laid her down and took the diaper off and saw about a quarter’s worth of poopy. I thought, “Wow – that’s not so bad. “ …But then I lifted her legs. That poopy travelled out the back end of the diaper again! And while I reached for the diaper wipes case, Melanie stuck her foot in it – literally. Then I opened the wipes case and saw the one, single diaper wipe. Dang it. There’s poopy everywhere – on the changing table, on the changing pad, on her feet, on her back on the onesie and I have only one wipe.
Luckily, there was a never ending supply of papertowels. (If I had waited to change her in Walmart – I would have been screwed. They have those automatic hand blowers there!) I had trouble cleaning her up because I wiped with a papertowel, then laid her back down on the soiled mat to get another paper towel wet. I was tempted to open the door and yell at Brian to get in there, but somehow I managed to wipe all the poopy away. At the end of the change, Melanie had a clean diaper and a clean new outfit and the trash bin was full of wet-poopy paper towels. I feel really really sorry for whoever had to clean that bathroom.
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