haiku of the id

white Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:31:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 15:40:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:49:00 +0000

We only entertain high class play

at our house...

obligatory seasonal photo-op

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:53:00 +0000

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

our forgotten child

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:16:00 +0000

baby jail

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:04:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 00:38:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 13:28:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 01:13:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:47:00 +0000

bum-bum-bum, here I come

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 03:15:00 +0000

Everywhere. Baby is all over going everywhere now,

and she doesn't care if we're around to help her or not.

I'm loving this practice of independence.

thankful

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:46:00 +0000

We are thankful for snotty noses and cutting teeth.

fun times had by all

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:47:00 +0000

I have had such a fun weekend!

We pretended like we were from the Farm.

Aunt Sister read lots of stories to me...

and I showed her all my tricks, including my new teeth.

wee-wee-wee-wee all the way home

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:12:00 +0000

Yesterday during communion one of the kids in church came up to us and asked us if this was the baby who "squealed like a hog". Yes, it was. Although we prefer to think of her as shrieking like a velociraptor.

(And what baby wardrobe is complete without hand-me-down leopard print?)

do you see what I see?

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:54:00 +0000

No, not the butternut squash and corn in her nose...

we see a tooth poking through!

the struggle for technology

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 02:16:00 +0000

There's something magical about the controllers,

and baby really wants them.

We forsee a future where things are put up on the mantle...

far, far away from little hands.

i love spinach

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:38:00 +0000

The baby who has an aversion to green veggies has now embraced spinach.

Who is this child?

sometimes Mommy lets me eat grass

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:38:00 +0000

She's come so far... Baby no longer screams bloody murder when we put her down in the yard. She's actually kicking her feet and waving her arms with complete bliss in the second picture. (And thanks to the magic of photo editing, it looks like our grass is still mostly green!)

a pink nightmare

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 03:08:00 +0000

Unpractical? Yes.

Adorable? ... Jury still out on that one.

rubber ducky, you're the one

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 11:30:00 +0000

This picture best sums up our visit from the Dorks.

We had such a good time crawling all over them in the floor,

and someone was thrilled with her first experience with bubbles.

The Hater got in this morning around 2:30am and the Dorks left for their journey eastward around 3:30am. Baby was up a dozen times during the night last night, and I'm sure she has a sixth sense as to when I finally get the sheets warmed back up and start to drift back to sleep. I bet we'll all be tired today.

But it sure was worth it!

time change

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:18:00 +0000

All of our practice this week at staying up later and sleeping in later was for naught this morning when baby decided it was time to get up at 4:30am...

stonewall spook

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 00:23:00 +0000

Someone thinks she has already met her smile quota for the weekend.

Happy Halloween!

BOO!

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 01:06:00 +0000

practicing for the time change

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:20:00 +0000

So yesterday we thought it might be a good idea to keep the baby up a little bit later in anticipation for the time change this weekend. We played and played and read and played some more, and at a last resort to keep her awake, we started playing choo-choo train with the diaper box. As you can see here, it was all she could do to keep her head up.

And on the next lap she konked out... five minutes before her usual bedtime.

So much for practice.

seven months

noreply@blogger.com (genderist) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:48:00 +0000

If you're happy and you know it...

It's been a good weekend. We went to the Greek Festival and ate some fantastic food yesterday, and this afternoon we've had some friends over for a jack-o-lantern carving adventure. (Pictures of the pumpkins will follow, but The Hater thinks this one is one of the better ones we've done, but not the best one...)

Baby turned seven months old yesterday. Ta-da.

Doing laundry now. Baby finally went down for her afternoon nap (after the company left). We're watching football, cooking up a letter to Fisher and Kiffin.

Neither of us are excited about going back to work tomorrow, but somehow the universe just doesn't seem to care.