This childwhoisnowintoeverythingIown is also the reason for so few blog postings lately. As I am typing this, my Eliza-crawler (who is more like a Franken--crawler) keeps scurrying over to my hard drive/tower and *almost* pressing the pretty neon blue button on the front of Mommy's "NO" Box.
Since you and I last "chatted," the critter has reached several milestones.
Teeth: She has three visible teeth. Half of one on top and 1/8 of two - one on top, one on bottom. She looks like an adorable mini-redneck.
Snortling: Have you ever seen the SNL skit of Mary Margaret Gallager where she sticks her fingers under her armpits and in one swift movement smellsthemlikethissssssssssniffffffffffffffff? That's what snortling is, and E-Beth has it down to a TEE (minus the fingers under the nose. Sometimes.) She wrinkles her button-perfect nose, shows off those tooth-stubs and does a quick in-ou-in-out-sniff-snort-sniff-snort. To quote Paris, "It's Hot."
Poop Grunting: She's always been good at this. We still laugh.
Scaling: Daddy's Little Rock Climber, alright. She learned how to hoist herself upright on Monday. By Tuesday she was standing in her crib at every nap session. Screaming. Loudly. Long-ly.
Why does she scream? Because she has no idea what to do once she's in an upright position. So she pulls herself up, then screams at the top of her lungs for someone to come put her back into the Universal Horizontal Napping Position. Brian and I made this mistake twice and then realized that we were possibly being manipulated, so the next time she hopped upright and started screaming, we let her speak her mind. Loudly. Long-ly.
And we learned that our darling child has some serious stubborness goin' on.
45 minutes later the gut-wrenching, ear-bleeding "IHATEYOUANDIKNOWYOU'RELISTENINGTOMESUFFERONTHEOTHERSIDEOFTHISBLEEPINGDOORWAYYOUHORRIBLEPARENTSOFMINE!!!!" screaming stopped and we poked our noggins in her room to find our very own collapse-a-baby.
Her little head was slumped over, in sleep mode. Her torso was sit-standing and her tiny little fists were still gripping the jail bars of her crib. I softly tiptoed in to release the white-knuckled grip and shifted her to flat.
It was sad, and precious, and being the evil people that we are, we giggled, oh-so-quietly.
Crawling: Sort of. Have you ever seen a stinkbug walk? They're all stiff-legged, like their arms and legs don't bend. She will raise her arm up way high, swing wide, then slam it down on the floor, repeating the process with the other arm. It's like Shawn of the Dead, in crawl mode, excepts she's lightning fast.
Eating: She loves Veggie Puffs (stars), sweet potatoes, carrots, squash and any type of fruit. She hates any meat product. but I can't say as I blame her. Have you smelled meat-ish baby food? It's worse than canned cat food.
Speaking: We spend the day teaching her how to say MAMA and DADA and we get spppttttttttttttbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrr and nnnnggggunk, nnnnggggunk,nnnnggggunk, in response. And if those 2:00, 3:00, 4:00, 5:00 feedings weren't still soooooo fresh in my brain, I'd think about having another one.
Peace, till next