Some negatives? I did not start walking during my lunch hour until this Monday. That's three weeks in October that could have been better used. During my period week last week, I broke my rule of not eating anything I didn't bring into the office myself and ended up eating way too many cookies and maybe even a cheese danish. Ugh, so gross. I will give credit to my co-worker, however, because she has not been bringing in baked goods on a daily basis! Those cookies got here by way of a vendor who simply didn't know what she was doing to me. My beer a night thing? Not so much. I am trying to keep it at two though. Every now and then I hit three, I'm not going to lie. Damn it.
We got these new phones and Husband insisted I try the pedometer that is built into it. I did this on Monday and Tuesday but I question the accuracy of it because I am not the kind of lady that always has a phone on her person. Monday at lunch I did 4927 steps in 35 minutes. Tuesday 8087 in the same amount of time. But maybe that was by the end of the walks and I carried the phone more? I don't know. But I did find out there are about 2000 steps in a mile so there's that handy information. Do with it what you will. I'm going to not let this lapse in progress end up with me throwing it all away like I have in the past. I'm determined to lose five pounds just so these jeans aren't so damn snug.
She's an eating and pooping machine and I'm really going to make such a concerted effort to make sure she just continues eating whatever it is Husband and I are eating because it makes life so much easier. Casey was alone with me a lot and since I didn't (don't) cook, he got used to eating chicken nuggets and sandwiches and pizza and crap like that and is currently the fussiest eater on the planet. Christa, on the other hand, will eat whatever I hand to her. It's so nice. Makes for some stinky doodoo though.
With every passing day she is getting louder and louder. She likes to exclaim "Yah!" quite often now and it cracks us up. She really likes to give her brother the what-for and will just repeatedly tell him "bah bah bah bah" but we have no idea what that really means. She squeals and has an exclamatory little laugh that she does quite a bit. She's got a great personality and is full of smiles for us and is back to being a great sleeper (EDIT: naturally last night she woke up three times because I did the mom jinx). I hope it lasts but I think more teeth are coming because she cries sometimes when she eats so I'll just enjoy the restful nights for now.
Saturday morning at the mall! Casey & Husband hit up a Disney Store Halloween thing while Christa got her 8-month photos done at Penney's.
After that we hit up my nephew's 8th birthday party where Casey went nuts on a pinata that had to be repaired with duct tape because it was so heavy with candy.
And Christa ate cake.
I love to force my children to be festive.
This chicken does not want to be dinner.
All of us on a tractor ride!
And then cowboy hats happened.
DIY tutorial via Google and decided to take a chance on it. I went to the store this morning and purchased the following:
Pretty good right?I think my lightning bolts are a little off-center and I'll need to do some touch ups but whatever. I will say this thing is a little heavier than I thought it would be but I think it looks great. I spent about $28 for the supplies and a make-up kit. So it's not exactly cheap to do but whatever. Tomorrow? I think I'll bring in an old sheet and try to make a dress. Yup. Working hard.
- black poster board
- 300 cotton balls
- black costume hair spray since getting your hands on actual spray paint requires way too much effort.
Your baby's emotions are becoming more obvious. Over the next few months, she may learn to assess and imitate moods and might show the first stirrings of empathy. For instance, if she hears someone crying, she may start crying too.
This could not have been more on the nose. Christa for the most part is not much of a crier as she is a whiner. This weekend, though, when Dalton was at our house, he began to cry and boy did she ever follow suit. It was totally hilarious and also kind of just darling. Wee baby friends. I think that was the first time she's ever been around another baby her age and it was just so much fun watching the two of them interact.
When I'm not looking, Christa will scoot with her feet on her tummy hither and yon but the second she sees me she starts crying. I know she's moments away from actually crawling and I am very excited for her to start trusting in herself a bit more. Gain a little confidence. She's been such an active little girl ever since she was in my tummy and all along my mother has sort of been threatening me with a story of my brother walking at 9 months. To be honest, I won't be at all surprised if Little Miss doesn't follow in her uncle's footsteps. She's getting much better holding on to things and standing unassisted, sort of moving around the ottoman and that sort of thing.
Her appetite is voracious. She's sleeping like a champ. Those two little chompers seem to be the only ones for now. This is the last week of her seventh month. She beams when she sees her brother and no one makes her laugh like him. She's just a pleasure to be around and I'm still beyond thrilled being her mommy. Every now and then I get super sad thinking she's my last baby and she's not going to be a baby for very much longer, you know? She's such a doll.
This weekend was a busy and fun one! On Friday night, Christine & Company came over so Christa and Dalton met one another for the first time. Since babies could care less about pictures or sitting still, this was the only not blurry one I got but it's still really stinkin' cute! Tiny baby train.BFF for the toe shot)
Saturday was also Baby D's first birthday party! It was just delightful to be outside enjoying beautiful weather and wonderful company. I stinkin' love these kids and their re-enactment of Lady & The Tramp by way of paper plate.
It's not every day you and your oldest friend of 35 years get to hang out with your babies that are a mere 4 months apart. Man. This makes my heart soar. And sore. It's insane.
On Sunday the kids and I visited my Gran in the morning and then headed out to the Highland Games to watch Husband throw a heavy rock a few times. Plus he wore a skirt. And meat socks. He competed the first time five years ago and still placed 11 out of 14. Not too shabby for a 40-year old novice.
Daddy with his daughter
Daddy with his son
Casey getting to pet a super furry fuzzy cow!
And later that night Casey decided to cook. And make a super weird face.