happy half-birthday! (sort of)
sort of b/c it is in the land where we came from & hope to soon return to (OMG SOON PLEASE ahem), but isn't anymore over here. my internet hates me. and work called before pleasure but since my internet hates me, work took longer than it should. that and those babies decided to celebrate half-year-hood by taking 3 HOURS to go to bed. i'm on my 2nd glass of wine. and?
tris is a teeny-tiny thing. i'm worried about what they will say at the doctor as it doesn't seem she's gained much weight. she does seem chubbier but she still seems a light little thing. she will only chew on a bottle for .2 seconds before spitting it out & will take maybe 5 tiny spoonfuls of cereal before trying to run off. and at least half of that cereal ends up on her face, bib, hand or, of late as she's learned to SPIT, on me. nice. not awesome, trista.
she's been mobile for awhile now, with her little soldier crawl. she's getting better at it and can climb into a lap at will, if only to lie there like a little beached whale squawking because she can't get any further on top of the owner of the lap (usually me). she's found her voice in the past week and loves to tell a story, complete with facial expressions.
she can't stand to be confined in a bouncer or stroller. we borrowed the neighbor's double jogger so as to try to keep up with a running routine while L was off in greener pastures, getting someone married & straightening out some house business & not changing diapers, and tris-dini managed to escape a 5-point harness to come shooting out the back of the stroller & end up on the sidewalk wondering what the hell had just happened. no injury, apparently, but that put an end to our running routine. i didn't feel like the neighbor would like super glue in her stroller. crazy baby has even tried to drown herself in the sink by tipping the bath seat over & heading head first into the water. wonder if she'll be the one keeping us in the emergency room?
toby-sam has fully recovered from his accident. and now he has a cold. poor fella can't catch a break. he's bigger than trista. he LOVES to eat & will take all the cereal he is offered. he'll sometimes even take a bottle. he's longer & heavier than she is-i'm interested to see those numbers at the dr. he seems like he's about out of 3 month sleepers. but he's still only big enough around for 3 month pants. hopefully we move to warmer climes soon, as i'm afraid in order for his pants to fit his waist, he'll have to be faux-european with some man-capris.
he's decided as of today that turning over from back to front is a good skill to have. he's not so much in the mobility department, as least not consistently. he can turn a mean circle and has started pulling his legs up underneath him. maybe he'll just go straight to a crawl?
he's already a talker. which escalates to what i guess are dinosaur words. we call him tobe-lociraptor. he's so funny when he gets going. he's more content than his sister is. he'll deign to sit in a bouncer for cereal & will play in an exersaucer until he ends up with a dirty diaper and then he's MAD. but where she wakes up in a pissy mood nearly every day, he wakes up with a smile. he doesn't like a stroller but if he's being held, he's good until he's hungry.
when the circus leaves the house, we go with the moby & the ergo. tris is usually on the front-just not quite tall enough to ride the back ergo yet. toby is just barely there. he rides but he can't see much. he's generally content & we made it to the grocery store the other day with no major calamities. and to MOPS this morning with minimal help into the church. i'm supposed to be "bold" and ask for help but i would rather reserve my help call for a time when i really need it. otherwise, it may be difficult but we'll sort it out.
it's been a speedy 6 months. it felt like nothing when it the midsts of it but now that it's over, i wonder where it has gone?
i do love my little babies & am ever so thankful for their big siblings and all the help they've been. 5 kids. who knew?
tris is a teeny-tiny thing. i'm worried about what they will say at the doctor as it doesn't seem she's gained much weight. she does seem chubbier but she still seems a light little thing. she will only chew on a bottle for .2 seconds before spitting it out & will take maybe 5 tiny spoonfuls of cereal before trying to run off. and at least half of that cereal ends up on her face, bib, hand or, of late as she's learned to SPIT, on me. nice. not awesome, trista.
she's been mobile for awhile now, with her little soldier crawl. she's getting better at it and can climb into a lap at will, if only to lie there like a little beached whale squawking because she can't get any further on top of the owner of the lap (usually me). she's found her voice in the past week and loves to tell a story, complete with facial expressions.
she can't stand to be confined in a bouncer or stroller. we borrowed the neighbor's double jogger so as to try to keep up with a running routine while L was off in greener pastures, getting someone married & straightening out some house business & not changing diapers, and tris-dini managed to escape a 5-point harness to come shooting out the back of the stroller & end up on the sidewalk wondering what the hell had just happened. no injury, apparently, but that put an end to our running routine. i didn't feel like the neighbor would like super glue in her stroller. crazy baby has even tried to drown herself in the sink by tipping the bath seat over & heading head first into the water. wonder if she'll be the one keeping us in the emergency room?
toby-sam has fully recovered from his accident. and now he has a cold. poor fella can't catch a break. he's bigger than trista. he LOVES to eat & will take all the cereal he is offered. he'll sometimes even take a bottle. he's longer & heavier than she is-i'm interested to see those numbers at the dr. he seems like he's about out of 3 month sleepers. but he's still only big enough around for 3 month pants. hopefully we move to warmer climes soon, as i'm afraid in order for his pants to fit his waist, he'll have to be faux-european with some man-capris.
he's decided as of today that turning over from back to front is a good skill to have. he's not so much in the mobility department, as least not consistently. he can turn a mean circle and has started pulling his legs up underneath him. maybe he'll just go straight to a crawl?
he's already a talker. which escalates to what i guess are dinosaur words. we call him tobe-lociraptor. he's so funny when he gets going. he's more content than his sister is. he'll deign to sit in a bouncer for cereal & will play in an exersaucer until he ends up with a dirty diaper and then he's MAD. but where she wakes up in a pissy mood nearly every day, he wakes up with a smile. he doesn't like a stroller but if he's being held, he's good until he's hungry.
when the circus leaves the house, we go with the moby & the ergo. tris is usually on the front-just not quite tall enough to ride the back ergo yet. toby is just barely there. he rides but he can't see much. he's generally content & we made it to the grocery store the other day with no major calamities. and to MOPS this morning with minimal help into the church. i'm supposed to be "bold" and ask for help but i would rather reserve my help call for a time when i really need it. otherwise, it may be difficult but we'll sort it out.
it's been a speedy 6 months. it felt like nothing when it the midsts of it but now that it's over, i wonder where it has gone?
i do love my little babies & am ever so thankful for their big siblings and all the help they've been. 5 kids. who knew?