5 Months Old and On a Roll!

Here we are, Lucy is 5 months old and we can hardly believe it! The months are just flying by!



She has had a very busy last couple of weeks. Lucy got her first ear infection, and we're on our 2nd antibiotic trying to get rid of it. So, the great sleeper she once was has faded into the background here lately. There's been lots of waking and crying (and screaming). Poor thing even has what looks like freckles under her eyes, except they are actually broken blood vessels from screaming and crying with her ear pain. This whole experience has really thrown her for a loop. She's not sleeping well at night or during the day; she's started to refuse bottles, presumably from the ear pain; she's just fussier in general and just not herself.

This could also be due to some developmental leaps she's been making here lately as well. The day after her 5-month-aversary she learned to roll from her back to her tummy (she's gone the other way for a while now). Every time you lay her down she rolls over to her tummy, but is quickly frustrated with how little she can do in that position. Sometimes she'll roll herself back over, but this doesn't seem to help her outlook much either.



Lucy has also started to do what we like to call the "frog sit." Leaning forward and propping herself up with both hands. It won't be long before she's full-on sitting unsupported.



Partly because she nearly dives into your plate if you have food nearby, and partly because we thought it might be a good idea if someone else could feed her, since she's refusing bottles--we gave Lucy her first taste of cereal this past weekend. As you can see in the video and pictures below, she seemed to like it pretty well. Ethan was funny too, playing with his trains right there in the room while we were feeding her, and not paying much attention, but repeatedly saying that he didn't "want to miss it," and was anxious to watch the video on the tv when we were done.

Because Babies Don't Keep

I saw part of this in a friend's facebook status the other day and I've been thinking about it ever since, so I went to find the whole poem. As all moms know, the days of sweet cuddling with your baby don't last forever, and you miss them when they're gone. But many are the days where you don't cherish those moments because of chores, errands, work, and all the other things we try to cram into our days. So now, as Lucy is in a phase of wanting to be held a lot, and needing a little more cuddling to get to sleep at nap time, I'm reminding myself that this time will never come again, and the chores will still be there whenever I get to them.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Happy Valentines Day!

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SNOW! (Again)

I know I said before that we had snow at Christmas and again right after. But this time I really mean it. We had nearly 8 inches in our yard, and some places had over a foot. It set records for Texas, took out power all over the place (ours for 10 hours, which, as it turned out, was on the very low end--many were without for 3 days. Here are some of our pictures of the big event.

Waking Up Is Hard to Do

This morning, I went in to wake Ethan up. I crawled up on the bed next to him, rubbed his back and said, "Ethan, it's time to start waking up."

He rolled over to me, cuddled close and said, "You've got to quit making that cow noise."

Then he went back to sleep!