Gwendolyn, you’re 9 months old!
By the numbers: 9 months old. 18ish pounds. 5 feedings per day + 3 meals per day. 2 naps per day. size 3 diapers. size 9-12 month clothes.
Your spunky personality manifests itself more and more each month.
It shows up in the way you eat. You don’t want to be spoon-fed anymore. Get rid of those purees and give me finger food I can grab myself, thank you very much. Sweet potatoes, bananas, and bread are some of your favorites. You still don’t have any teeth, but you manage just fine.
Your spirit shows up in your play with your brother, too. He has taken to tackling you. The first time he ran at you and knocked you to the floor, I started to rush over to comfort and protect you–only to realize that you were emitting delighted giggles from your pinned position. So I backed off and grabbed the video camera instead, to record the fun as Brandt tackled you and you cracked up again and again. I guess having a big brother encourages feistiness in a girl.
One other area where you’ve proved to be a spitfire? Your response to the word “no.” You’ve discovered electrical outlets, and you’re quite curious about them. The first time you reached for one, I sternly said, “No!” You looked at me, grinned, and stretched your finger toward those little holes in the wall again. “No!” I repeated as I moved your hand away. Same response. This time, to communicate my seriousness, I said, “No!” as I grabbed your hand and swatted it. You? You laughed. You laughed and reached for that outlet again. I had to move you away from the intriguing danger and distract you with a toy. We’ve repeated that little scene many times since. We’ll see where that spicy dare-devilry leads you in the future…
Wherever it leads, I love you.
Happy birthday, dear Brandt.
My baby boy turns 3(!) this Friday, so we celebrated with some of his little friends yesterday. Since cars of all kinds are Brandt’s passion right now, I made that the party theme–using retro aqua and red, black and white checkers, and a road painted on a white paper table cover. And since his favorite foods are yogurt, sausage, and donuts, we had the party in the morning and served breakfast.
After everyone had eaten, we took the kids down to the basement, where we had set up a pretend car wash. We used plastic sheeting (leftover from a house project) to make entrance and exit flaps, and then hung streamers and balloons in the middle, with a fan at the end to “dry” the kids off. They had a blast running through it again and again!
I had so much fun putting this together; perhaps in an alternate life I could have been a professional party planner. Brandt’s summary of the morning says it best: “It’s my favorite party!”
Gwendolyn, you’re 8 months old!
(no 8-month calendar picture; fail!)
By the numbers: 8 months old. 17ish pounds. 6 feedings per day. 1 night waking. size 3 diapers. size 6-9 month clothes.
Here are 8 things about you at 8 months old:
1. You started crawling. The ultimate motivation? Your desire to grab your brother’s sippy cup.
2. You roar.
3. You clap.
4. Your fluffy hair is growing long and now forms tufts over your ears.
5. You eat finger foods now–Cheerios and small pieces of banana.
6. You love books with baby pictures in them; you smile and giggle and babble when I read them to you.
7. You’re beginning to pull yourself to a stand.
8. You snort when you laugh.
Lindo, I love you 8 times a million.
Gwendolyn, you’re seven months old!
By the numbers: 7 months old. 16 lbs 8 oz. 27 inches long. 17 inch head circumference. 6 feedings per day. 1 night waking. size 3 diapers. size 6-9 month clothes.
Month seven has been a busy one for you. The day after your half-birthday, you started scooting around on your belly. Soon after that, you learned how to sit. It’s indicative that you started scooting before sitting; it seems entirely suited to what I’ve seen of your busy personality that you achieved mobility before stillness. By the end of the month, you were rocking on your hands and knees, ready to launch.
You’ve also been busy loving the two guys – big and little – in your life. You’re already taking steps to wrap your daddy around your finger. You beam at him whenever he appears, and you babble, “Da da da da da.” He is, understandably, enchanted. You are besotted not only with your daddy but also with your brother. When you wake up from your afternoon nap before Brandt wakes up from his, you’ll play contentedly with me for a bit. But soon it’s plain that you want your best playmate, your brother. You grow evidently bored with me, and then you light up with excitement when Brandt finally makes his post-nap appearance. He’s always happy to see you, too. And I’m happy that you love our fellas.
You’re our gal-pal, and we all love you.
I did not mean to take a 3-month break from blogging. At first, it was the holidays and end-of-semester responsibilities for the homeschool class I teach that kept me away. Then, it was first-trimester pregnancy fatigue and sickness.
Yes. I’m pregnant. Due August 27.
This is old news to those who know me in real life. To my blog friends, surprise! We were–happily–surprised, too.
I started suspecting I was pregnant the week before Christmas (specifically, wearing a scarf for some last-minute shopping made me want to gag, a weird thing that has happened to me with all my pregnancies now), but it was too hectic to test then. I took a home pregnancy test on the day before New Year’s Eve, and I told Aaron as we drove to a family party. “What are your expectations for the new year?” I asked him. “Oh, I don’t know. Anything could happen. I suppose we could even get pregnant and have another baby in 2013!” he replied. “We are,” I said. So we’ll have three children ages 3 and under, with the youngest two only 17 months apart. Thrilling and surreal, after so many years of infertility, of wondering what kind of story God was writing.
Now I’m nearly 13 weeks along and starting to feel a bit better. So, with the return of energy and with a week off from the class I teach, I hope to address the backlog on the blog. Starting–tomorrow–with Gwendolyn’s 7-month post, which has been sitting in my drafts since October (she’s almost 11 months old now).
10 reasons I loved him 10 years ago on our wedding day:
- He’s a lofty 6’4″–nice for a 5’10” girl like me.
- He takes his relationship with Jesus seriously.
- He’s funny, with both sharp wit and a goofy side.
- He really cares for people.
- He’s a man of international interest; he loves learning about the world and traveling.
- He’s musical.
- He’s intelligent.
- He’s genuine and humble.
- He’s committed to God’s church.
- He’s good in a crowd (a complement to my introversion).
10 more reasons I love him today, on our 10th anniversary:
- He works hard to support our family and let me stay home with the kids.
- He’s quick to confess.
- He washes the dishes and takes out the trash.
- He’s appreciative.
- He found a shared hobby of bike-riding with me, after a disastrous attempt to combine my hatred of running with his status of former-cross-country-runner.
- He sings silly songs around the house (a habit in place long before we had children).
- He endured long years of hardship with me–everything from financial strain to infertility to having a preemie in the hospital for 7 weeks.
- He’s inspired by Christian biography, and he enjoys novels that I read aloud to him.
- He changes diapers whenever he’s around, and he wakes up with babies in the middle of the night.
- His “career” goals are to be a good husband and father.
Aaron, 10 years later, with all that I am and all that I have, I still honor you. Happy anniversary, sweetheart!
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