Ava is becoming quite the cook. She practically made banana muffins herself this weekend, right down to cracking the eggs.
I think I’ll teach her to make dinner next.
Archive for August, 2008
20 Aug
Olivia Fix
Stairs are no longer an obstacle…
Fortunately, Liv’s easily distracted.
This baby will be nine months old next week. I can’t believe it!
I think she might be starting to cruise. I haven’t seen her in action, but I’ve noticed that she’s moved from one end of the sofa to the other pretty rapidly a couple of times. I don’t know if she’s dropping down to crawl and then pulling herself back up again, or if she actually is walking along the side. I guess we’ll just have to keep a closer eye on her.
She “talks” constantly. Between this one and the other one, there’s never a moment of peace in our house. I’m sure it sounds like a zoo when people call.
Also, Olivia is cutting her eighth tooth. Despite eating more than Ava at dinner, she still wakes up twice a night to nurse.
Since she started daycare at four months old, I’ve been going to feed her over the lunch hour. I thought I’d do this for maybe a month or two so, but it’s been almost five. I said I’d stop going when she was six months, and then eight months old, and then I gave myself another yet another month. As next week approaches, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.
In all honesty, she’s not all that interested in nursing when I arrive–she just had lunch, along with 3 oz of milk from a cup(!). Sure, she’s happy to see me, but there’s no longer much of a purpose. And, she’s reaching that age where she cries when I leave. I’m torn–should I keep going, or reclaim my lunch hour? I don’t think she’ll miss me, but I will definitely miss her.
19 Aug
Share and share alike
One of my favorite things about having a garden again is sharing–or better yet, trading–the proceeds with friends. I took in a basket of tomatoes and some basil into work on Monday. The tomatoes (Brandywines, not Beefsteaks) were gone in five minutes!
I thought the basil would stay fresher in water, so I set the cut branches in a vase. I almost put this “bouquet” on my desk, but I couldn’t decide if it was avant-garde or just plain strange. If you spot this in Living next month though, remember that you saw it here first.
19 Aug
No Babies Allowed
When I was little, I remember my mom adding a card table to the end of the dining room table and covering the entire thing with afghans. Katie and I would play under there for hours.
Ava has set up camp in the living room. Her “fort,” made with a sheet, blanket and card table, has become her favorite hang out. It’s the playroom, doctor’s office–anything she can imagine.
The only thing it lacks is a baby-proofing moat.
And, speaking of sisters, Bryan’s sister Jessica celebrated her birthday yesterday. Happy birthday!
17 Aug
August blooms
We had these beautiful lilies on the farm where I grew up. We always called them naked ladies, but I’m sure there’s a more formal name. The are all over town this summer–I snapped this photo with my phone as I was walking by our neighbor’s house yesterday. The shot doesn’t do them justice. I love the leafless, stark stems and the shimmery violet in the pink petals.
I’d like to plant these this fall. Does anyone know what they’re called? I’d google it, but something makes me think searching for “naked ladies” isn’t going to be very helpful.
16 Aug
Tomato troubles
We pulled the first large tomatoes off the vine yesterday. The Nebraska Weddings look great…
But something is clearly wrong the Beefsteak tomatoes. There were three or four more that I just tossed without bringing in because they were so badly mauled. Is it insects? Disease? Bry thinks squirrels are eating them, but we haven’t seen this in action. This is so disappointing!
Any suggestions?
14 Aug
Overheard
Reasons why “Wivie Woo Who” may not–under any circumstances–play with Ava’s Legos:
“She’ll put them in her mouth. Oh, Mom, she’s putting them in her mouth!”
“These are big girl toys. Wivie Woo Who is a BABY.”
“They have sharp edges! MOM–I said, they have sharp edges!”
“This is ridiculous. She has her own toys. WE PLAY WITH OUR OWN TOYS.”
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