Saturday, June 21, 2008

Friday, June 20, 2008

Sweet and not so sweet


"Bear can you move your cars off my leg, I need to feed the baby."

"I feed baby."

"What are you going to feed baby?"


Not so sweet:

"Juice please!"

"As soon as I am done nursing her, I will get you some juice."

"Juice please!"

"Bear, can you please have some patience? As soon as I am done you will get juice."

"Juice please."


"Mommy! Put it in the swing! Put it in the swing!"

Monday, June 16, 2008

Two weeks

After a very trying week of her losing weight, she has finally decided to start eating and not stop. In one week she gained over a pound. She is only in the 75% for height and weight but the 90% for her head. I like to think she got my brains. :) Everything else looks good.
Her little personality is so laid back. She doesn't cry. Unless she is very hungry, or naked. The little girl hates to be naked. She can be naked with a diaper on but as soon as the diaper comes off she comes unglued. She doesn't even cry when she is poopy. She just scoots and wiggles her butt around like she is uncomfortable. She is such a good baby. And other than eating every 90 minutes, I have nothing to complain about!

The funny things he says

Bear has been saying the funniest things lately and I keep meaning to blog about them, but can't find the time. He is an example:

I was getting a back massage from my mom a few days after the C section. I straddled one of the kitchen chairs so she could get my back. He walks up behind me and started out helping my mom before his hands wandered down to my bottom. He wrapped his arms around my butt and started saying "shake it- mommy shake it!" He then tried to lift my bottom and after one try, he blurted out, "Whoa! Heavy!"

I was changing his diaper and commented that his butt was pretty big compared to the baby butt in the next room. He very seriously looked at me and said, "Mommy big butt too!"

When we pull away from our house he has to say good-bye to everything he sees. This is what is sounded like one morning; it was the morning I realized I had been neglecting my outdoor Tela responsibilities.

"Bye-bye slide. Bye-bye wagon. Bye-bye sand. Bye-bye horsie. Bye-bye motorcycle. Bye-bye poop!"

And today while at the pharmacy, he got it in his head that it would be funny to shout the following at the top of his lungs for a good 5 minutes and get louder the more mommy pleaded with him to stop.

"Diaweeaaah! Diaweeaaah! Ha ha ha ha!"