Old News

I picked the lil' dude up from daycare yesterday. In the busy entryway were two other parents. And one of them had a wee baby pudge in a carseat.
"Who was that?" I asked the daycare lady after they walked out.
"That's G. This is his first week! He's 3 months old."
My heart sank a little. That means Mister G is the new baby, and more (or less?) is expected of the lil' dude now that she is no longer the baby of the place. She's the old baby. Daycare lady went on to say how much she enjoys my baby girl, how independent and fearless and fun she is. She told me how she and her two littles BFFs spent the morning playing together. She's playing! With Friends!

I smiled when she was telling me lil' dude stories. I told her how fun it is to cheer her on as she tackles new things. How can you not want to eat every little delicious morsel of this amazing baby! It's too much. It makes me happy to be her mama, it makes me proud.

After the lil' dude and I spent some QT together buying groceries and making old ladies' days, we came home. I sat her on the counter as I thumbed through the mail. Coupons for Bath & Body Works, junk, junk, junk, wrong address, and this:



Look closely. It's a flyer from the school district- highlighting all the new Early Childhood Education classes available for the school year. It was addressed to her, her name was right there on the address label. They know about her. Old baby is right.

Wordless Wednesday: Help You, Daddy?

Just So You Know . . .

Hey, lil' dude, that thing you did this weekend? That thing, you know. How when you got tired you sorta just wanted Mama? When I would get close to you and you would twist your little body completely in my direction, waiting to get scooped up?

That was completely awesome.

And then, there was that one time in the tent yesterday morning, where you just couldn't fall back asleep after breakfast until your hot, wet, little face was smashed into my chest and your arm was stretched as far as it would go across my belly? Not until then would you fall back asleep for 3 more hours.

That was awesome too.

Mama loves.

Adventure

I'm happy to report the lil' dude is back home where she belongs. She did not learn any foreign languages either. She's just bigger, and way more mobile. There was that initial leeriness as she exchanged arms from Grandma to mama in the DQ parking lot last night, but she remembered us. When she got home, she completely disregarded bedtime and would stand up in her crib and holler away . . . get me out of here, I want to go exploring . . .

And exploring she shall do. This weekend, the lil' dude is joining the Dad and I and some "aunties and uncles" as we go camping. In a tent.

With a baby who can crawl and put things in her mouth faster than you can say, "Mr. Park Ranger, these ARE plastic beer bottles. We completely abide by the no-glass rule." So, it should be fun. We are affixing her to her turtle floaty tomorrow for a trip down the lazy river. Her sippy cup and Dora yogurt will be safely nestled in the floating cooler and everything.

Happy weekends, Internet.

Five

It's been 5 years today the Dad and I have been Us.


Far longer than I've been with anyone else, and for that, I am grateful.


You've wiped my tears, kissed my neck, hugged my Grandma, and helped my friends. I love you for those things, for so many things.


My memory is powerful, I'll always remember our first whirlwind summer together- even the littlest of things. The littlest things count as the biggest, really.

I always remember.

You're my favorite.
LUMM.

Camp Grandma, Day 2, Part B

Subject: Hey Mama

Grandma and I just checked the stock market so decided to type you a little message. I had a 4 hour nap this morning so am in a great mood. itgitjthuyhyhytf;totrdomtntbut nhjytkr;r;gohgkgjhg hg h gffkflfdd;d'vlvkvk vk v jmvjm uig ugugjgugkigg g g kjidjkfdjfdhfh. Love lil' dude

Camp Grandma, Day 2

Let me back track a bit here, Saturday night the lil' dude was up for a few hours, restless, full of snotty boogers, and running a temp of 102*. She was better by the time the Dad and I dropped her off at my parents' Sunday afternoon. Now I have her crud, full of snot and sinus headache and sore ears and throat. Just gross, and feeling sorry for myself. The lil' dude is where I want to be, at my mama's, getting loved on, fed delicious food, and having my neck rubbed. Lucky little girl indeed.

Lil' dude is fine-just a running nose. She seems to be a little warm at bedtime so have given her Tylenol at night and she sleeps just fine. Dad came home late last night so she didn't get to bed until 9:15 pm. She slept until 7:30 this morning but was still tired and went down for a nap at 8:45. She is still napping. She seems to be able to manage her own sleep schedule pretty well. She was extra hungry yesterday, ate an extra helping of carrots with oatmeal at about 4 and had to have a bottle before bedtime. She had mixed veggies with chicken for lunch and canned peaches but no cereal stirred in so maybe just didn't fill her up enough. She ate the whole jar but it is probably mostly water. We went for a walk yesterday, rocked in the swing and were mostly lazy-truly a week of vacation. Dad on the other hand worked at the cabin, bought a new generator and started putting up the ceiling boards. I will help him on Friday, lucked out with the lil' dude here or would have had to spend the whole week......what a good baby!!!!!!!!!