Miss J. is into moving stuff. She typically rearranges the entire living room, pushing her Pack and Play across the room or moving all of the chairs and toys into one corner of the room.
She is also OBSESSED with the bookshelf. Well, removing the contents of the bookshelf. Here she is as she transfers all of the DVDs into the seat of her Exersaucer. I’m not quite sure what she intends to do with them but she seems to have a plan.
There was a time when the Baby Bumbo was a Godsend and we could put Miss J. in it and she’d be “safe.”
Then came a time when it was the most unsafe place she could be since she did everything she could do to shimmy herself out of it. Considering it was usually sitting on top of a table, we knew it was time to retire the Bumbo.
The other day she rediscovered the Bumbo shoved in the corner and now likes to spend her free time casually lounging backwards in it.
Can someone get me a Pina Colada?
I am a real mom at last! I made pancakes for my family on a Saturday morning. Is this some sort of critical rite of passage?
For dinner Sunday night we made Grammy G’s World Famous “Slag Mac.”
We’re not sure about the origin of this name. In my household growing up, this dish was called “Johnny Marzetti” and apparently across Northeastern Ohio it is known as “Johnny Bull.”
Whatever the name, Miss J. LOVES this concoction of ground beef, onions, elbow mac, cheese and spaghetti sauce. She’s had it two nights in a row for dinner.
And then had to be hosed off afterwards.
Miss J. has always loved to play with her box of baby wipes – banging on it, picking it up and dropping it, flipping it over, etc. Lately she’s taken to pushing it around everywhere she goes. She can even stand up while holding it in both of her hands.
I think it’s an, um, interesting choice of plaything but the good news is she’ll never be caught unprepared when a blowout happens. For this, I am thankful.
Miss Universe knows to lift from the knees.
Faithful companion: the box of wipes.
Pausing for a moment during her travels to bang on oven door.
Trusty wipes wait patiently by her side.
Giving her BFF, the box of wipes, a hug.
Looks like somebody’s hair was not completely dry when she went to bed! Oops.
Little girls love babies. At the pool yesterday this posse of nine-year-olds came charging into the baby pool as soon as they saw Miss J. lazily floating around in her raft. Within seconds they knew her name, her age and her taste in men and were pulling her around the pool like they’d all been BFFs forever.
There’s nothing like girlfriends, is there?
Miss J. has tons of toys yet she really just likes her mom’s cell phone and fingernail clippers. Why is this?
What a GOOD girl!
Our project over Memorial Day weekend was to get Miss J. going on the sippy cup and now she is doing it all by herself!
You may recall that when I was pregnant, my sis-in-law gave me a book titled, “Sippy Cups are Not for Chardonnay.”
This still remains to be seen. For Mommy, that is.
