Sunday, March 25, 2012


Given the unseasonably beautiful weather, I've been outside with my girls - so blogging hasn't exactly been at the top my to-do lists, I guess. But as I've taken a break from the blog, we've had a whole lotta' firsts here.

Possibly most notably, Millie got her first tooth!

Seriously, just hours after I posted the last blog, saying that her teething was going nowhere, I felt her gums and was surprised to find it had popped through.

That was a week ago and now she is battling viciously with another. Millie doesn't cry much at all but when she is miserable she lets you know it. She was up five times in four hours last night.

On the fun front, as you can see from above, Ray hung the baby swing in the playground and Millie marked her first swingtime - and she loves it. Lola loves it, too, because she has an outside playmate.

We've been playing outside a lot, which makes for happier kids and easier bedtimes. Kinda' awesome. It took Lola a little to sort of relearn some things, like getting her bike going on her own. But she's well back into the swing of things and is happy to be back outside. She loves that her outside toys, and her garden house, have returned to the backyard.

Millie is in that stage where she can't really do anything outside but she's learning a bit. She likes her swing but I don't know if she really loves the outdoors quite yet. She isn't used to the bright sun.

But she loves that we're happy and that she's a part of it all.

She's getting better and better at tummy time. But she's at that point where she knows that she should be able to move. She's been working hard at trying to figure out how to get her rump up in the air but hasn't put it together. Sometimes, after getting frustrating while pushing herself up with her arms, she plants her head on the ground and tries to use it for leverage for getting her butt up. That doesn't work either.

She did an Army crawl just once, by accident. And hasn't gotten close to repeating since.

On the Lola front, she's been a delight - and, yes, sometimes a pain in the neck. But a cute one.

She wore today her first-ever pair of cowboy boots. Adorable.

She told her daycare provider all about them last week. Our provider is super sweet - and she also is a country gal. She told Lola she needs a pony, or a horse, now to go with those boots. Lola then asked if she was getting a pony for her birthday.


Working with the daycare provider, we convinced Lola that maybe a play pony would be best.

For now anyway.

Lola also is obsessed with reading and letters now - not that she can read but she knows that we can. So every trip anywhere involves her asking, "What's that sign say, Mommy?" or "What those letters spell?" about three million times per block.

Her new favorite obsession is photography. She begs to take pictures all of the time. And, well, digital is nice! She can easily snap off 120 shots in about fifteen minutes. She's been doing this for a couple of months now but she is actually getting the hang of it a bit.

Her favorite subject is her sister.

And, for some reason, the carpet. I deleted a lot of carpet shots.

Anyhow, this is a busy week for us with appointments and more. Millie goes in for her nine-month checkup tomorrow and Lola has her own appointment on Tuesday. More on that later.

Happy spring!
- Bethany :)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

sweet Millie

There is an unnamed stage of babyhood where the child turns a corner, grows up and becomes a playful, engaged human being.

(Well, actually, there probably is a name for this stage but I know that I don’t know it.)

Anyhow, Millie is there.

Perhaps and probably a wee bit behind “the schedule,” but she is there.

It has only been in the last week or so that she has begun fully sitting on her own, reaching and playing with toys, grabbing Mommy’s and Lola’s head hair and Daddy’s facial hair (Ray, yesterday: “Please let go, Millie. Sweetie, please let go. Ouch. You’re hurting Daddy. Please let go, no, don’t smile at me. Just let go. Please, Millie, let go.”). 

She is obsessed with catching the cat’s tail.

She is rolling from  front to back to front to back, spanning carpets and finding her toys. She walks in her walker and bounces in her bouncy thingy-majiggy. She enjoys tummy time, pushing up on her arms so strong. She even tries to get her butt up in the air, but hasn’t gotten that far yet, so she looks a bit like a seal.

She eats foods like bananas and Trix. Or, well, she might not eat them, but she puts them in her mouth, lets them roll around a bit and then spits them out again, only to pick them back up and put them back into her mouth.

She sleeps through the night. Every night.

She doesn’t have any teeth  but there is one on the bottom that has been oh-so-close for what seems like four months now. It was super sharp last week. This week, though, I think it receded. (Do teeth even do that?)

There is something about Amelia that I just can’t express very well; she is just content. She sits back and watches the world go by in pure amazement, pure wonder. It’s not just that she is happy all of the time, but she is just truly loving life. She adores people. She kicks and grins when people make eye contact, she reaches for hugs when Lola walks by. She has her last evening bottle and sometimes forgets to actually swallow because she’s smiling at you instead (so we no longer make eye contact during that feeding, which sounds mean, but otherwise, she just doesn’t sleep). She wakes at 7 a.m. and sings or plays quietly until 7:30 a.m., when she might let out a small yelp or cough a couple of times to let you know she’s ready for you.

She is an angel.

But she’s growing up. And I’m reminded of this daily.

Like when I went shopping for her Easter dress and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t find one in her size – I was looking in the newborn/baby section, which only carries sizes to nine months. I need 12 months.

Or when I wanted to find her a new toy and had to leave the baby section and enter the actual toy department, where Fisher Price toys line shelves opposite Disney princesses and Tinkerbells.

She’s growing up.

And I’m excited to see what kind of person she will be, with her stick-straight brown hair and her almost-green blue eyes.

But I’m not in any hurry.
- Bethany :)

Sunday, March 11, 2012

sister love

Even though Millie is just 8 months old, she and Lola have developed a special bond. Granted, this really isn't all that surprising since they are around each other 24/7, more or less.

Whenever Millie doesn't recognize her surroundings, she looks around to see if Lola is nearby. Then she relaxes.

At home, even if she is having fun playing with one of us, she has more fun when she's playing with her sister.

Just listen to her laugh...


- Bethany :)

Monday, March 5, 2012

Happy to be home ... and in her own bed?!

Oh how I missed her.

(and her sister and their daddy...)

- Bethany :)

Friday, March 2, 2012

pity party

It's just after 5 p.m. Friday. Any moment now I am expecting the front door to open up with a crash, followed by the thundering stomps of Lola, who should be running through the house to greet me.

But not today.

Ray and the girls are gone. They left for three days this morning, off to see family and friends in the Cities.

This was supposed to be my special Disney on Ice weekend with Lola. My mom and I were taking her to her first "big" show - to "see Rapunzel dance" on the ice.

But, no, my studid (bleeping) back still sucks. I was going to just tough it out, but just 20 minutes in the car yesterday brought tears to my eyes (yes, I'm a wimp) and I knew that a 4-hour car ride in two directions was simply not a grand idea.

So they left. With my blessings of course - I certainly don't want Lola to miss the show because her mom is broken.

But I'm sad. And mad. And oh so disappointed.

I know it's temporary, that the back will (someday) heal, that there will be many more shows to come, etc., etc. But today I'm sulking. I've never, ever spent two nights away from Lola. And I've never spent a night away from Millie.

And I really want some wine.

Or maybe I just want to whine.

So I'm here instead, looking at the pictures I finally downloaded from my cell phone.

These were taken on Dec. 26, the day I got my new phone, at a local restaurant. Lola was being silly.

And here she is, same day, with her daddy.

Millie was, of course, being her usual happy self.

Random shots taken from a Mall of America trip in January.

And this one, too, was taken that day, showing that the Rainforest Cafe has no clue as to where Minneapolis is at.

Misc. shots at home.

Happy sigh: Lola's "beauty" day, when I did her fingernails for the very first time (the mail polish lasted about 2 hours) and allowed her to play with my eye shadows, which ended with her looking as if she had a black eye.

More random shots at home.

This one was taken the day we went to the Hampton, just hours before I hurt my back. Lola "woke up" from her nap all ready to go swimming...

And then, of course, I have videos like these, which make me laugh. And then wince, because laughing hurts.

Funny girl.

- Bethany :)