nine months old

We forgot to mention that someone has turned nine months old.

We go to see the pediatrician for routine shots

(and the second half of flu shots)

next week.

white Christmas

We have a 14" of snow in the yard

with drifts of 4 1/2 - 5 ft.

It's the blizzard of aucht nine in OKC

and we're thankful that we have electricity, running water,

and each other.

good tidings and great joy

Happy Holidays from us to you.

We hope you have a marvelous celebration!

Daddy says the headband is over the top,

but Mommy thinks it's cute.

Baby doesn't really care,

so long as you let her eat her shoes.

picking Mommy's nose

We only entertain high class play

at our house...

obligatory seasonal photo-op

(Come on, you had to know we'd end up with pictures of baby in a box...)

our forgotten child

baby jail

This is where baby plays when The Hater and I eat supper. That is, if we eat supper after she eats supper. We've ben trying to time it so that we eat at the same time, but sometimes that just doesn't work out. And she likes her baby jail -- these are the toys that only live in baby jail, so they're always new, exciting and fun.

Tonight Baby figured out she can stand up and peep over the top of jail and had big time fun doing that. By the time I got to the camera she had moved on to trying to eat the walls of the pack and play.

The dorks come tomorrow to play and play and play. We're excited for their visit.

velcro boots

This little dress has a red and white Santa hat to go with it, but once baby realized it was on her head she wanted to play with it and not leave it on her head. We're also sporting velcro boots, purely for the cinematography. This one is one of the last 6 month outfits that will still button over her trunk. After we wear it to church tomorrow and wash it she will have outgrown yet another fantastic rummy dump find.

Baby clothes sizing cracks me up. We tried on two "9 month" outfits that were too small, and another "12 month" outfit that was too small, too. Tonight she's sleeping in a zipper-bag which label says "0-12 months". It's basically just been sitting in the back of her pajama drawer all this time because she's just now to a size where she can't wriggle out of the neck hole. Shoes are the same story: a "3" is not a "3" is not a "3".

The Hater is out of town on work business. You can see how we spent our afternoon: playing with Santa. He was most impressed with my smile solicitation after baby decided it was time to stonewall the photographer. My newest trick (that hasn't lost its luster yet) is to make a fart noise by blowing into my index and middle knuckles on my left hand. She loves it, and Santa was really impressed with it, too. He said he learns a new trick every year, and he's never seen that one before. He just laughed and said that when I blew my hand he could just feel her vibrating in his lap. I told him it was a great distraction to get through green vegetables. He patted her on the head and said that nothing was a good enough distraction to get through green vegetables, then thanked me again for surprising him.

I hesitate to add this because if I were a superstitious person I might be afraid that this might mess up our current mojo, but here it is: Baby has slept through the night for two consecutive nights! Two nights ago she woke up a couple of times and whined, but by the time we got to the kitchen to mix her a bottle she'd fallen back to sleep. Last night went silently - sans whines, whimpers or flailing cries. I'd forgotten how nice it is to actually get a good night's sleep.

pink and pitiful

Pink Nightmare, Part Two

(Except this one will at least close over her chest,

mucho moreo practical.)

For a good time don't call mommy...

she'll make you sit in your seat to eat your snack.

first cracker

She wasn't so sure about the texture, but she liked licking the salt off of them.

Mamaw would be so proud!

baby finds the back door