Charles loves mermaids

Last night Charles and I were trying to decide which movie to rent off of pay-per-view.

"Aquamarine looks kinda bad ass."

"Are we talking about the same movie? You want to watch a movie about mermaids?

"Oh, I was thinking of the ultraviolet one."

"Um. Yeah. Aquamarine has JoJo in it."

"Oh. Well...is she naked?

We should get paid for this endorsement.

I've been trying to work with P on getting her
to feed herself using the finger puffs. She's gotten
really good at picking small things up, but she
hasn't figured out that she can put them in her
mouth. Instead she chucks them across the room,
and they usually get gobbled up by an animal.
I found that they stick really well once wet, so I
tried sticking them on her lip, and she succeeded at
pushing them into her mouth a few times. And of
course I couldn't resist sticking them all over her
face as well.



One would think that these animals are starved,
since they're the worst beggars. Baby food is
just too good, I guess.

My coke rewards

Charles and I drink Diet Coke. Lots and lots and lots. We recently noticed that we get these red caps with our diet coke, with random numbers inside. That's when I noticed we could get stuff. FREE stuff. Just for drinking our diet coke! We're not getting enough codes though to add up to much more than online games that we wouldn't play, or magazine subscriptions that we wouldn't read. So I'm asking for help. If you happen to get one of these little red lids, and aren't planning on using them to get your own walk on role on a tv show, would you email them to us?

Little Miss Personality

If you were at the grocery store today and
heard a baby screaming as loud as possible,
that would be my child. She's decided that she
wants everyone to look at her, and the only way
she can do that is to scream. really really loudly.
She then shakes her arm at them (waving, I
believe), and shows them whatever item she's
managed to procure from the shopping cart.

Tonight at dinner she put on a little show for me.
Screaming and laughing and scrunching up her
face and holding her breath until she was bright
red and laughing some more. She most certainly
takes after her father.

We call this her cheesy grin.



Her newest trick is to eat the baby puffs. Until
now, anything that had texture to it was spit out,
but for some reason she started eating the puffs.
She loves them. But she won't put them in her mouth,
instead she throws them to the dog. The dog
also loves them. I'll put one in my hand, hoping
she'll pick it up with her fingers, but she'll just
lean her head down to my hand and pick it
up with her mouth.

And you thought you were having a bad hair day.

I'm all about reinventing the '80s.

She found the dog's towel while she
waited for her bath...

and was not a happy camper when I
took it away from her.

Cat Fight

Paisley and the cats have a love-hate
relationship. She loves them, they hate her.
It's difficult to explain gentle to a 9 month old,
especially as she grabs a handful of hair.

Paisley finds it highly entertaining to have
cats hit her and hiss at her. She hasn't quite
learned cause and effect yet. Probably the most
I've ever heard her laugh is when cats hit her.



She also got her hair did.

Progress.

We're pulling ourself up! And taking
steps! Somehow Charles managed
to teach her these 2 things while I
took a 10 minute bath. 10 minutes.
And I spend all day with the kid.
I guess it's the same reason she only
says "dada."


From this position, she can pull herself
up into a stand. She'll only do it
holding onto someone's hands, not
with furniture.

Then she starts taking steps. This
is pretty phenomenal (to me) since
she never before has moved her feet
to walk. Never. She concentrates
really really hard on moving those
feet, and sometimes she swings them
way too far and falls down, but it's
so cute. She's trying so hard.
I think the cutest thing was to hear
Charles (while I was still in the tub)
say over and over to her, "I'm so
proud of you!"

This has nothing to do with walking
or pulling up, she just looked so
damn cute with the big frilly bow
in her hair.

9 months old, and she finally got her green fur and red eyes

She really is only 9 months old,
although these pictures make her
and look about 2. The 95th percentile
is pretty evident here.

A little lesson about electricity

Swinging is fun...

unless you go right after eating
and mama pushes you too much
and too fast and you throw up just
a little.

The coolest toy ever

Look! We're standing! She has absolutley
no concept of one foot in front of
the other, so it looks like we'll be
standing for a loooong time.

Paisley got this cool toy from her grandparents,
which she adores. Most of her toys she'll play
with and get bored with very easily, but she'll
play with this gumball machine FOREVER.

It comes with these cool little balls that have
cute toys inside, such a candy, a diamond ring,
and more candy. Everything a girl needs, right?
She loves these balls as well, and she's gotten
really good at chucking them across the room.

She's suprisingly good at putting the balls inside
the machine, but can't figure out how to get them
out. Instead of using the level to make them roll
out, she simply reaches inside to pull them out.
Sometimes when she gets really bored or
cranky, I give her remotes, cell phones, basically
anything new to entertain her. The other day I
had given her my cell phone, and when I went
to look for it later, couldn't find it anywhere.
See where this is going? Yep, it was in her
gumball machine.

9 month checkup

If I was a funny person, then I'd write something
really witty and clever as a caption for this picture.
Since I'm not...

Our neighborhood had a firework battle last night.
Paisley slept through the entire thing. She was
in bed, but I was astounded that she didn't wake
up. I think I drove Charles crazy because I kept
telling him how astounded I was that she didn't
wake up.

I just got back from taking P to her 9 month
check up. No shots this time, woohoo!! The doctor
walked in and saw her hair do and started
laughing. I'm not sure if I should have been offended
or not. Anyway, she's 29 1/4 inches (95th %), and
18.5 pounds (40th %). I was a little concerned
because the doctor gives a sheet for the parents
to mark what the baby has or has not accomplished,
and you stop marking it when you circle 3 'no's.'
I think I was done by question 4. I was also concerned
since P shows no real interest in crawling or
pulling herself up, or even rolling over for that
matter. The doctor said she was "absolutely perfect,"
and not to worry. I guess I already knew that.

Will it be like this for every tooth?

It's finally happened, Paisley will not
need dentures after all. There is a
tooth! I found it Sunday evening, just
the tiniest bit poking through, but
it's definitely there. I can see it and
feel it, now we're just waiting (rather
impatiently) for it to pop out completley.



This was the mood in our house yesterday.



On a good note, Happy fourth!

Almost crawling?

I've noticed that she seems to have learned a few
new tricks this weekend. It seems like things all
happen at once with this child. She's started to push
herself backwards when she's on her tummy.
I don't know if I can call it crawling, but she's
moving herself around. She's also started
pushing herself up onto her knees and rocking
a little. I'm relieved that she's doing this-I
honestly thought she'd be sitting on her butt
for the next 9 months.

Paisley is a pretty photogenic child, but every
once in awhile we get some interesting expressions.

She learned this fun party trick from her dad.







Let's go swimming!