Saturday, January 31, 2015

A brief update with no pictures.

My title is descriptive, non?

Anyway, I'm a blogging slacker, terrible daughter(-in-law), lazy chronicler of family life, and all around awful person deserving of the worst kinds of flagellation.


Be that as it may, here's an update on how we're all doing, from smallest to biggest.

Lottie: Continues to be tiny. As of 01/16/2015, the day after her first birthday, she weight 17 pounds and 13 ounces (6th percentile) and was 26 inches long (~2nd percentile, but the doctor thinks she's probably a little taller than that). She's apparently quite a lean baby, which is funny because her cheeks are still all chubby and chipmonk-like. She signs and says ten words: Mama, milk, all done, water, kitty-cat, cheese, banana, cracker, more, and shower. She's not walking yet, but she crawls like nobody's business, and she can stand on her own for a long time and likes to walk while holding hands. Personality-wise, she's a bit of a delicate flower. She's very happy and jolly if people are talking to her, but takes it quite personally if you ignore her for even a second, and she wails if she feels slighted. If Jim speaks harshly to her, she sobs like she's been beaten.

Jim: Is huge! He's almost 35 pounds now. His vocabulary is great, and he likes to add little accents now like "oh man." He also likes to be very descriptive. It's not that he doesn't like peanut butter (although he really, really doesn't); it's that peanut butter is "so yucky and bad and awful." Preschool is going well (email me if you need a link to the preschool page, which is probably your best bet for reliably updated pictures of the boy), and he'll be starting Pre-K in the fall. His academic skills are right on track or a bit better than average, but what I'm really excited about is his constant improvement in social skills. He's still rough, crazy, and boisterous, but he gets along very well with other boys and always has a pack of friends to play with at school or at the playground. Girls still tend to find him a little alarmingly wild, though. He's already signed up to play soccer this summer and is terribly excited about it, and we're thinking about swimming lessons, too.

Leah: Is...normal! Not much to report. I'm writing a lot of freelance stuff to earn my keep, and I'm baking a lot more than is good for anybody. Most recent project: Shaker Lemon Pie, which includes the rinds and all. It's delicious stuff, I tell you, but Noah's not a fan. I've also been running a lot to train for a half-marathon in Columbia in March. This morning, actually, I ran a local 5k race and beat my old record with a nice shiny 31:27! I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's terribly exciting, I assure you.

Noah: Is turning into a total meathead! Okay, not really, but he's been hitting the gym a lot (partially because he likes it and partially because Jim adores the childcare there). Aside from that, he's been massively into computer things. Surprise surprise? Maybe not, but he's gotten to do more computer-building than usual, so he's a pretty happy fellow. He's also looking forward to a potential deployment this year, so we'll all see how that goes.

Okay. That's where we all are. I'll see if I can update with pictures soon, but seriously, you know how this goes. Be happy there's a post, okay?

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Artistic tendencies.

Jim's art has been getting increasingly involved. Here are a few he did this morning while I was cleaning the kitchen:

A dinosaur I made him, but the rocks, trees, and purple volcano (or so he tells me) are his own addition.

A Christmas tree with decorations.

His own rendition of The Very Hungry Caterpillar. There's a caterpillar, a whole bunch of various foods, a green leaf, a cocoon, and a "beauuuutiful butterfly."

For good measure, let's see Jim describing his caterpillar picture. Fast forward to 1:30 if you just want to see his victory chant.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Lottie at 10 months.

All the pictures look like this. Lottie will not be contained!

On time, for once! Lottie turned ten months old today. As far as vital information goes, she just learned to crawl properly on her hands and knees, she cruises around the furniture, and she can wave, clap her hands, and play peekaboo (well, sort of - she covers up one ear and looks really excited). We saw the doctor yesterday, and she's 16 pounds and half an ounce and 26 inches long, which puts her at the 6th percentile for weight and the 7th percentile for height. She still fits in some of her 0-3 month stuff and absolutely swims in most 6-9 month clothes.

Okay, formalities over, on to the pictures!

She's mobile! Babies rejoice, parents weep.

Adorable little gap teeth.

That little pointy tongue is always sticking out.

A parting shot.

For comparison's sake, Lottie when she was brand new.

For further comparison, Jim at 10 months. He was totally cheekier than I remember.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Halloween = baking. Baking = sprinkles.

Just so you know, Jim is completely not trustworthy with a paintbrush full of frosting.

He's pretty good with the sprinkles, though. Every cupcake must be unique.

The finished product.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Now that Lottie's almost ten months, I'll tell you how she was at nine months.

Nine months old! VICTORY IS LOTTIE'S!

So Lottie is now an old baby. She's been out longer than she was in, and she's extremely enormous. Well, not in terms of size. She's still only like 15 pounds, which I think might actually be off the small end of the growth chart. But she's getting longer, and she's super chubby still, and all her milestones are just dandy, so I (and her doctor) think she's fine. Just a naturally teensy baby.

Lottie pretends to be adorably shy when in reality she's practically a glad-handing politician.

She's the happiest baby you ever did meet. She went through a brief stranger danger phase (in which I couldn't go to the gym because she wouldn't stay with the childcare people, *sob*), but aside from that week, she basically loves everyone and everything. She smiles all day long except for when she's too tired to function, at which point life becomes a living horror. She's very dramatic that way. She can say three words: Mama (na-na), milk (muh), and kitty-cat (keh-keh, plus much enthusiastic arm-flapping). She also signs milk and tries to sign more, and she can clap her hands if you ask.

Aforementioned arm-flapping.

Physically she's doing pretty well, too. She army crawls but hasn't quite figured out how to crawl on all fours, and she can pull herself up to stand with the greatest of ease. She occasionally even tries to pull herself along the furniture to walk a little, but mostly she's just happy to stand there and beam at you. Also she likes to eat everything. For example, I have to go now because she's trying to eat a paper towel. Oops.

Just look at that balance, will ya?

Friday, November 7, 2014

He tells jokes, too!

Jim made a joke that actually made me laugh the other day. Like seriously laugh, not "ha ha, the toddler thinks he's funny" laugh. You know the song Five Little Monkeys? The one with the bed-jumping and head-bumping and eventual lecture from the doctor? That's been Jim's favorite for weeks, but the other day he decided to change it. His version goes:

"Five little dinosaurs jumping on the bed
"One fell off and bumped his head
"Mama called the doctor and the doctor said

That's totally funny, right? He also likes to play dead on busy playgrounds and pretend to be shocked at everyday happenings. Kid's a comic genius.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

They're way cuter when they're sleeping.

This is the least comfortable position ever. Try it, seriously. (oh, and Jim scribbled on the sheets)

Smooshiest baby ever.

Holding still for once in his life.