Tuesday, March 24, 2009

8 months

Ella is 8 months old and is up to all kinds of new tricks. She has been sitting up steadily for a couple of months now, though she prefers to stand. She can't pull herself up yet, nor can she stand on her own, but she sure does like it when one of us holds her up in a standing position. She stiffens her legs if we try to put her back down and certainly protests about it when her bottom hits the floor! Her vocabulary consists of mamama and dadada, as well as a host of other gurgly, giggly sounds. She greets us with a big wave in the morning (or when she hasn't seen one of us in a little while). It's not the dainty kind of wave you would expect from a little girl, but it's SO cute! She likes to play peek-a-boo and will even hold her own hands (or burp cloth) up over her eyes (ok, it's more like over her head). She can clap her hands now and will do so when we say "Yay!". She LOVES to watch the cat(s) and thinks her brother's antics are just about the best thing going. When placed on her tummy, Ella will find a way to get what she wants, but I wouldn't exactly call it crawling yet. Close, but not quite. For now, I'm thankful I can still set her in one place and she stays there! Funny how with the second child I am SO not in a rush for her to do these things!! She really is a good baby and is happy most of the time and for that I am thankful! Just thought I would update on her "doings" and post a few pictures. Enjoy!


First taste of green beans...not so sure about this veggie stuff (notice bib: "Too cute to eat my veggies")


OK--these orange ones aren't so bad (notice them smeared on the high chair...oy!)


Ah, the laundry never ends!


Am I gorgeous, or what!?


Ryan holding Ella (still, he loves this!)


8 months old!

Friday, March 13, 2009

You know you have a little boy in the house when...

You have an alligator “growing” in your kitchen sink (a little toy alligator that grows when placed in water)

The foam letters you bought for the tub (as a way to teach him his letters) become speed boats that crash into each other and splash water all over the bathroom

You trip (several times a day) over matchbox cars spread all over the floor. Oh…and when you get yelled at because you don’t “drive” the ONE car you are allowed to play with (out of probably 100 of them) the right way

You hear from the bathroom: “Mom, come look! My poo looks like a carrot!”

Oh, how I love this kid!!