Like mother like daughter
Well, I'm long overdue an update. Let's see, what's been up with us? The highly anticipated Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Rings concert had exceeded my expectations. It was just absolutely wonderful! The live symphony was glorious, Howard Shore as amazing as always and the vocals! I was highly impressed by the live chorus. The singer that they got to replace Enya was amazing. I hope that they get enough funding to return for The Two Towers and Return of the King. Though how they will find replacements for Billy Boyd and Viggo Mortenson, I do not know. I may die of fangasm if they are somehow convinced to perform. *swoon*
Personal news; my father is still an idiot. I finally confronted him and a load of bollucks that did for me. He somehow turned it all around to be righteously worried about me. The asshole. He is losing everything! His house, his livelihood, everything, and the only thing he latched onto that conversation was how I am not dealing with the stress and all of a sudden my life is so bad that I need him?! The hell? I didn't need him through college. I sure as hell didn't need him after Sprout was born (and oh lordy did we fight about that) and I don't need him now. I need him to get his act together so I can stop stressing. But I gave up. I tried. Harder than anyone else. He's an adult. He can go up in flames on his own.
Other stresses would be my twin who is falling apart. We found out that she had scoliosis and now discover that her right knee needs surgery. It is all bone. There is no cartilage or tissue buffering the bones in her knee. She is lucky that she can still use it. The docs are still running more tests to figure out why this happened and I am trying to convince her that surgery is a good thing. It did wonders on my knee. It will help hers, my stubborn sister.
Alright, with all that aside, Sprout news! God graces she's big! About 28 inches now and I'm guessing over 20 pounds and she's not even a fat baby. She has baby chub, but not fat. Seriously, how did I get such a big baby. I'm a Hobbit! Hubby is a Dwarf! I'm confused.
For Halloween she was herself, ie a Monkey. Oh Z Gods the cuteness! She was just absolutely adorable in her Monkey costume! And people adored her. We went to Hubby's base to the haunted workshops to get her that experience early and she did fantastic. No crying whatsoever. I was more scared than my daughter. She was likely more concerned about how she was going to eat the scary clown's chainsaw than what it could do to her.
She is an active little one too. I have been trying to keep her awake in three to four hour intervals and play time is now spent mostly on the floor. Because of course, she has decided that tummy time is ok. All on her own, she has been flipping to her belly and trying her damness to crawl. She used to hate tummy time but as I have learned so far, this little girl will do things her way, on her own time. Mommy's preferences be damned!
She is still lazy when it comes to holding the bottle but she is a sippie cup champ! We were decorating the Hubby's shop for Halloween and she got hungry. So I tried giving her the sippie to have all on her own for the first time so I can continue decorating and she didn't have a problem at all! That's mu Sprout!
Teething seems to be an alright affair. She still has the sunniest personality and everything is to be nommed on. Though now she has a new thing: licking. Oh my lords this child licks the weirdest things! The other day she was sitting in her play pen and she fell over onto the mess. Did she cry? No. Did she roll herself off? No. She licked the mess wall. Hubby and I were besides ourselves as we watched her drag her tongue over the mess. While Hubby is yelling, 'Don't lick that!' I am laughing my ass off. I couldn't help but think that is exactly what I would do!
Then yesterday we were at Walmart with Sprout in her car seat in the cart. She is doing her usual thing, eating her monkey with ferocity, having other shoppers falling in love with her, when she decided to turn her head and lick the yellow warning tag on the car seat. It was hilarious! Hubby was still disconcerted. 'Why are you licking that?' He of course blames me because my default reaction to most things is to bite something. Here's a shiny piece of silver! *chomp* Hey, look at this nick knack *chomp* Oooh shiny necklace! *chomp* I am so not kidding. It appears that my little Sprout is no different. For example, I bought her a peek a boo Winnie the Pooh toy and Hubby and I were on the floor playing with her. When Pooh popped out, she picked it up and guided it to her mouth with Hubby saying, 'Of course, you find a way to eat it.' No matter the toy, no matter the object she will find a way to eat it. I'm so proud *sniff*
Personal news; my father is still an idiot. I finally confronted him and a load of bollucks that did for me. He somehow turned it all around to be righteously worried about me. The asshole. He is losing everything! His house, his livelihood, everything, and the only thing he latched onto that conversation was how I am not dealing with the stress and all of a sudden my life is so bad that I need him?! The hell? I didn't need him through college. I sure as hell didn't need him after Sprout was born (and oh lordy did we fight about that) and I don't need him now. I need him to get his act together so I can stop stressing. But I gave up. I tried. Harder than anyone else. He's an adult. He can go up in flames on his own.
Other stresses would be my twin who is falling apart. We found out that she had scoliosis and now discover that her right knee needs surgery. It is all bone. There is no cartilage or tissue buffering the bones in her knee. She is lucky that she can still use it. The docs are still running more tests to figure out why this happened and I am trying to convince her that surgery is a good thing. It did wonders on my knee. It will help hers, my stubborn sister.
Alright, with all that aside, Sprout news! God graces she's big! About 28 inches now and I'm guessing over 20 pounds and she's not even a fat baby. She has baby chub, but not fat. Seriously, how did I get such a big baby. I'm a Hobbit! Hubby is a Dwarf! I'm confused.
For Halloween she was herself, ie a Monkey. Oh Z Gods the cuteness! She was just absolutely adorable in her Monkey costume! And people adored her. We went to Hubby's base to the haunted workshops to get her that experience early and she did fantastic. No crying whatsoever. I was more scared than my daughter. She was likely more concerned about how she was going to eat the scary clown's chainsaw than what it could do to her.
She is an active little one too. I have been trying to keep her awake in three to four hour intervals and play time is now spent mostly on the floor. Because of course, she has decided that tummy time is ok. All on her own, she has been flipping to her belly and trying her damness to crawl. She used to hate tummy time but as I have learned so far, this little girl will do things her way, on her own time. Mommy's preferences be damned!
She is still lazy when it comes to holding the bottle but she is a sippie cup champ! We were decorating the Hubby's shop for Halloween and she got hungry. So I tried giving her the sippie to have all on her own for the first time so I can continue decorating and she didn't have a problem at all! That's mu Sprout!
Teething seems to be an alright affair. She still has the sunniest personality and everything is to be nommed on. Though now she has a new thing: licking. Oh my lords this child licks the weirdest things! The other day she was sitting in her play pen and she fell over onto the mess. Did she cry? No. Did she roll herself off? No. She licked the mess wall. Hubby and I were besides ourselves as we watched her drag her tongue over the mess. While Hubby is yelling, 'Don't lick that!' I am laughing my ass off. I couldn't help but think that is exactly what I would do!
Then yesterday we were at Walmart with Sprout in her car seat in the cart. She is doing her usual thing, eating her monkey with ferocity, having other shoppers falling in love with her, when she decided to turn her head and lick the yellow warning tag on the car seat. It was hilarious! Hubby was still disconcerted. 'Why are you licking that?' He of course blames me because my default reaction to most things is to bite something. Here's a shiny piece of silver! *chomp* Hey, look at this nick knack *chomp* Oooh shiny necklace! *chomp* I am so not kidding. It appears that my little Sprout is no different. For example, I bought her a peek a boo Winnie the Pooh toy and Hubby and I were on the floor playing with her. When Pooh popped out, she picked it up and guided it to her mouth with Hubby saying, 'Of course, you find a way to eat it.' No matter the toy, no matter the object she will find a way to eat it. I'm so proud *sniff*