This is what we did this morning while Mommy folded laundry.
Those are my slipper socks. Daddy calls the red ones my Elmo socks. They make my feet look like a little red monster puppet I guess.
However, Miss R has confiscated them and redesigned them for her own purposes.
Of course, they could probably use some rubber soles on them to prevent sliding.
overnight, our daughter has turned into a linguist. That’s how it always seems to work. One day, she’s just laying around, goo-ing and ahh-ing, and then she’s up running around and speaking coherent thoughts.
This weekend, we discovered the use of 2 words together for more meaning.
For example; “bye bye minnie” (she has a mickey and minnie doll that live in the car for car rides only).
“papa hiding” (grampa was not coming when she called him, so obviously, he was hiding).
“eat nack” (pretty self explanatory-nack=snack)
it’s simply amazing that last week, it was one word demands, but this week, the wheels are definitely turning and you can see her trying to put together her thoughts. And even better, she is trying her darndest to communicate those ideas. wow.
On our very first excursion to the beach this summer, we learned 3 things.
1. Our cute little bikini wearing princess loves to eat rocks. Small rocks, Large rocks, sandy rocks, it makes no difference. After retrieving the 15th rock from our child’s large mouth, we decided to move to the less rocky, but more populated, Silver Beach.
2. Sand is good. We played in the sand for nearly an hour without boredom. Walking in sand, however, is much tougher than walking on, say, the carpeted bedroom floor. But no matter! Sand is still good.
3. The lake is bad. No, the lake is very bad. The cold water crashing on our little baby toes was not good at all. There was much crying with REAL tears until we moved back to the safety of the blanket and the warm, dry sand. We didn’t even want Mommy to hold us within 10 feet of the water.
But the adorable pictures were well worth the hour and half spent on an early Saturday morning. As soon as we replace the batteries in the camera, I will convince Daddy to put those up for your viewing pleasure.
I was recently remembering how much Daddy and I were waiting for our lovely little offspring to roll over. We would encourage her, and help her out, and even push her over so that she could roll from her back to her stomach and back again. Then, one day, she did it. All on her own. We were so very proud. Of course, that wasn’t enough. Then we wanted to see her crawl. Not 5 minutes after she rolled over, we both said, man, it’ll be so cool when she can crawl!
So, the story continues, and we would watch our little apple dumpling get to her knees and rock back and forth. Oh, it’ll be so wonderful to see this tiny creature scurrying around the house. And eventually, she did. What a sight it was to see our miniature person scooting all around the house and doing some nose dives because her head was still too heavy. But, of course, a few days after that, we both said, man it’ll be so cool to see her walking all around!
Well, that day has finally arrived. Our little punkin’ got up, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then “woooosh!” out the door she went! And we haven’t been able to slow her down yet. When she wants to go, she wants to go! She has almost entirely skipped the cute little toddling stage where she wobbles back and forth. No, our daughter is a walking champ. She just gets up and takes off in the direction of the most breakable, tearable, messiest item she can find and wreaks havoc on our home. Now, Daddy and I are saying, “man won’t it be cool when she learns how to slow down?”
Baby Rimes was baptised this weekend. She had her beautiful pink party dress on (compliments of Grandma and her sewing machine), her new pink shoes, and her big floppy pink hat. She was so excited that she didn’t even take a nap before church. She sat with Grandpa and sang the hymns-after everyone else had finished. She played peek-a-boo with the nice ladies behind us. She even screamed her “amens.”
But as soon as she was the center of attention, she was out cold. Not just a little bit sleepy, we’re talking a limp noodle. Pastor Wade held her limp body and drooping head while he performed the entire ceremony to a sleeping baby and her proud family. The only time she even stirred was when he put the handful of water on her head-and even then, she was only awake for a split second before drifting back off.
She awoke in time for a celebratory lunch with grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and her fabulous godparents. She had cheerios.
Baby Rimes has spent her first night away from Mommy and Daddy. She got to stay with Grandma and Grandpa and kept them up til very late, but she did manage to sleep all night once she finally went to sleep.
Mommy and Daddy didn’t do too bad either. Although the tears threatened a few times, Mommy stayed so busy at her conference that she didn’t have much time to think about her baby. And we only called once.
…Which is what we are now singing as we shake ourselves silly on the gate. Our little ankle biter likes to stand at the kitchen gate and rock herself as hard as she can to make as much noise as possible in the hopes that someone will come and rescue her from the other side.
She also sings this when she is so very sleepy, but just doesn’t want to go to bed yet. Baby Rimes will lay on the floor singing to her daddy as long as possible before he finally catches on and attempts for the 5th time to get her to lie quietly to fall asleep.
DADAdadadaDADA
It’s official. The army crawl is so last week. Baby Rimes has finally figured out how to coordinate all of her limbs to crawl in a normal baby fashion. She sometimes gets confused and gets her feet involved, but that is happening fewer and fewer times.
She has also discovered how to pull herself up on just about everything. She hasn’t mastered getting on her feet, but she is on her knees and getting ready for more. Last night, while on the phone with Grampa H., Baby Rimes was playing her own game of peek-a-boo with Mommy. She pulled herself up on the couch, then proceeded to duck her head and pop up with a big scream! What entertainment!
We like carrots! In fact, Baby Rimes likes her carrots so much that she was licking her lips for more. Her little tongue would dart out and try to reach up for all the carrot that was left on her face.
Daddy likes carrots too. They go in orange, and come back out orange too 
Keep those babies crawlin…
She has been a crawling monster. We finally got the baby gate up between the kitchen and the rest of Baby Rimes’ world. Now she stares at us from the other side of the gate while we make dinner with sad pathetic eyes. Needless to say, she has forced us to baby proof the living room and her room much sooner than we thought we would.
But she is the cutest thing on four legs, so we forgive her.