Friday, September 22, 2006

Jay: It Wouldn’t Be Our Blog Without Sadie and Valerie Pictures

Here’s Sadie from today.  She leaned forward into the picture, giving it a different look:

From a week or two ago.  Valerie loves bagels with cream cheese:

Please let me know if the pictures don’t display for you.  They are hosted at, rather than at (which is where resides), because there is far more space available there.  I have hotlink protection turned on, but with AV and BB granted exceptions.  Thus it ought to be fine, unless’s server just happens to be down when you see this post.

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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Deb: Seven months.

So Valerie is officially seven months old.  To celebrate, she decided to spend a couple of days getting her top front teeth.  Either that, or an alien has taken over her body and it’s pissed at being stuck on Earth, so I’m guessing the teeth.  Nothing yet.  Pray soon.

Anyhow, the ambitious little thing has started standing completely unsupported.  We saw her do it the first time about a week ago, and now about every other time you put her down on her feet she’ll just stand there for a minute before she drops down and crawls away.  She’s so controlled on her way to the ground!  She can push something across the room and walk behind it.  She cruises all over the place, around the coffee table and between it and the couch and along anything she can find to hold onto.  She climbs over things in her path now, too, and when Sadie takes the cushions off the couch and throws them down in front of it she’ll climb up onto the couch.

She’s finally thinking about growing out of her 3-6 month wardrobe, which is all huge on her except for the length.  She’s all arms and legs.  I stuff her full of cheese and butter and she just gets taller.  Future supermodels of America?  I bought her hippie baby yogurt last week, which she loves.  She eats suppers with us now, and baby food maybe every other day for a meal.  She hates being fed.  Pretty much any kind of pasta is her favorite. food. ever.  And cheese.  OMG, the cheese.

She is without a doubt the oldest seven month old baby I’ve ever met.  Having Sadie to keep up with is a great motivator, it seems.  I just wish she’d sleep like an older baby, already, before I collapse!

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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Deb: Sesame Street Just Ain’t What It Used To Be

But we’ve got YouTube now.  So when Sadie insisted on sitting in my lap while I was writing earlier tonight, we watched this:

I admit, I squealed like the girl I am and hollered: I remember this one!  Yay!  LOL!

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Thursday, September 14, 2006

Jay: She Knows What She Wants

How well can Sadie communicate?

Well enough to have asked for a computer of her own for her birthday.  Very cute.

She’s been on a roll, and after holding a serveral line conversation with Deb recently, in which she declared a jar of babyfood peas to be good for the baby but not something she’d want, I guess nothing should surprise us.

We’ll have to figure out what we’re doing for a desk for Sadie’s computer to be safe from her sister.  That’s more challenging than coming up with a computer for her.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Jay: Is It Wrong of Me…

To have just read Sadie an entire book channeling William Shatner?  It was kind of fun.  Cuz, you know, nobody tells you that reading to your kids involves the same books so repeatedly as to get boring.

“Hush!… sweet butterflies… not… another peep.  It’s time… to find a place!… where you… can go to sleep.”

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Monday, September 11, 2006

Deb: An hour in the life.

For your amusement, I present Things That Have Happened in the Last Hour Here At My House:

1.  I go into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
2.  Since the baby followed me, I ask her, “Are you hungry?”
3.  She smiles, so I break out the sweet potatoes.
4.  Sadie comes in, does a quick happy dance, and takes her diaper off.
5.  I ask her if she wants to go potty.
6.  She starts to pee on the floor.
7.  I say “no, not on the floor,” and she stops (mental note, the control is there...) and I scoop her up and go sit her down on the Potty of Doom™.
8.  She sits there and sits there.  I figure I’ll join her.  No sooner do I sit down than…
9.  I hear the sweet potatoes hit the floor.  Apparently, I’d left them within reach.  Gah.
10.  Nothing from Sadie.  She gets up and follows me back to the kitchen, where I’m doling out puffs to settle the baby and trying not to step in the impressive puddle of baby food or the little puddle of pee.
11.  I throw a towel at the puddles and start feeding the rest of the jar of food to Val, before she has a chance to come unglued…
12.  And just when I’m smelling victory, I hear the unmistakeable sound of pee hitting floor behind me.
13.  Sadie empties her bladder with great joy as I chant, “this is what I wanted you to do in the potty, in the potty, Sadie,” in a small, defeated voice.
14.  She takes off running, leaving a trail of wet behind her.
15.  I laugh, because the alternative isn’t crying at this point, it’s a total breakdown. 

Oh, well.  The floor got cleaned!  But Oh. My. God.

And you wonder why I don’t post anymore.  ROFL!

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