Tuesday, March 23, 2010

What attitude?

So those that have known me for a long time will tell you I have a bit of an attitude sometimes and have a tendency towards independence. Well, I may have had my first "like mother, like daughter" moment this evening. I was trying to help Lindsay stand against the couch this evening and she got mad at me every time I tried to help. No lie...every single time I reached out to help her, she gave me a look that screams "touch me again and this is over." You be the judge and tell me whether this was her giving me attitude or not...I tend to think yes. The first of many times, I expect.

And for the record, after taking this picture, I left her to her own devices to figure out the standing against the couch. About 5 seconds later, she looked down, lost her balance and fell facedown onto the floor. I felt bad, but she continued the independent attitude by not even crying.

I can't wait until the teenage years.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Crawling in my skin

So here we are. 8 1/2 months into this journey and we still have a mostly stationary baby. She scoots backwards a little and gets stuck under furniture and screams, but other than that, she pretty much stays wherever we set her down.

I'm a little torn on the whole crawling thing. On one hand, it will be super exciting to see her moving around the house and following us a around. On the other hand, it is awesome to be able to set her down on the floor, go into the kitchen to check on dinner and know she'll still be sitting in basically the same spot when I get back.

The funny part about the lack of crawling is that I'm pretty sure she is playing us. I think when we are not looking she might be zooming around the room and getting back to the spot we left her in when we walk back into the room. We get sneak peaks of her when we are in the room and she'll be up on all fours, but when we turn to watch her, she tricks you into thinking she might and then smiles and lays down. Per usual, the photographic evidence:

Step 1: Eye something across the floor we'd like to play with (usually a dog toy).

Step 2: Make a move towards said object.

Step 3: See you looking at her and cast a coy smile.

Step 4: Lay down, laugh and know you have won again.


Just in case, the baby gate is going up tomorrow (hopefully), but I'm pretty convinced she is playing us so we'll continue to pick her up and move her to where she wants to go. She's either really lazy or is onto something.

Monday, March 1, 2010

She looks like a deranged Easter Bunny

One of the coolest parts about being a parent is that you can dress your kid up anyway you want and they don't know the difference...at least for the time being. They also can't tell you no. So far, my favorite has been the mini-version of one of Ralphie's gifts from "A Christmas Story."
I can just imagine in about 10 years I'll send her upstairs to put on a bigger version of this outfit because some crazy relative sent it in the mail. And she better not question me about it, or she'll be wearing it all day.

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