So I got behind. Oops. Let's rewind.
Piper turned 8 months in August. Still crawling and pulling up.
Piper turned 9 months in September. Still crawling and still pulling up. Etc...etc...etc...
Husband turned 27 in September.
Piper turned 10 months on Oct. 8th. Still crawling and pulling up and walking.
Oh wait, yea she started walking last week and wait for it....
CUT HER FIRST TOOTH ALMOST TEN MONTHS TO THE DAY....
Then tomorrow she'll be starting kindergarten and then next day off to college.
I'm so not prepared for all this.
Along with these new found abilities and toofies she has mastered the stink eye...or stink face as we call it.
It's the most horrible look that exemplifies what one would see on a Pinterest meme(?) asking some redundant, ridiculous question.
One day I'll get a picture of it and frame it and then put it in her Senior yearbook ad.
At her 9 month check-up she was officially off the growth chart for age...
She was remeasured 2-3 times.
We are 25ish lbs and 31.5 inches to this day, but that's what happens when your daddy is 6'5.
Yet your momma is a whopping 5'4. Go figure.
Let's see what else I can think of:
1. Luv's diapers are yes cheaper than most, but are trustworthy enough for even the nights your child sleeps a full 10 hours.
2. I finally get the hang of dressing my kid in cute/fashionable clothes and we refuse to keep a bow on our head longer than 5 minutes.
3. My kid has enough hair to clip in a bow. I'm afraid she does have some of my chromosomes and will one day have my head of hair or for lack of better words... the beast.
4. To say my child is determined is an understatement. We wiggle through holes she shouldn't be able to wiggle through.
5. Baby Day. Oof. More to come on this later.
6. Water always tastes better in a Sonic cup. So worth the 55 cents. Always worth the 55 cents.
7. My best friend is having a baby! Excited is an understatement.
8. The home redecorating is still going strong. A little too strong...
10. Oh and we bought a farm.
Tada!
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Baby Day
At our church, along with most in this area, we have a special Sunday set aside each year for the new babies born to be dedicated. Well seeing as Piper was born last December, after the 2014 Baby Dedication Day, we were due for the 2015 one.
That week I made sure everyone had clothes pressed, socks, new shoes, hair washed, outfits laid out the night before, and the whole 9 yards.
Husband worked off night shift, came home, went to bed about 4:30am, and woke up about 8.
I got up with Piper, got her all dolled up, with her new outfit and shoes and bow.
I got myself dressed and hair and makeup fixed all by 9 am.
For those that have more than one child and do this every week/day...Bless you.
To say I don't get my child up and to church would be incorrect. We get up and get going and get ourselves to Sunday School and "Big Church" just as everyone else does, with no complaints, but just maybe she doesn't always get a bath the morning of or possibly get her nails clipped the day before, and she may or may not have shoes on her feet or we may not even attempt a bow.
But atleast we get there.
Just sometimes in an unconventional manner...but really? Who needs shoes to worship Jesus?
Not my kid.
Back to my story.
Everyone is good to go. We load up. I finish my makeup on the way as usual. We get there and Piper has taken both shoes off, the bow is on the other side of the car and she is blowing bubbles like nobody's business.
We did remember the pacifier though.
Thank you Jesus for the pacifier.
When we enter the sanctuary at our church, they have made the alter into an adorable arrangement of pumpkins and gourds and all things fall including little wooden cutouts with the names of those to be dedicated that morning.
Insert "awwww."
First things first we take a family picture. No fights there. The bow is still intact and shoes are still on.
Now the waiting game...
We wait for about 20 mintues for the service to start.
During this waiting time my child has sneezed 3 times, spit her pacifier out 5 times, taken her shoes off, snatched the bow off, and managed to wriggle down onto the floor and bonk her head such that she lets out a blood curdling scream.
In that moment I scoop her up, shove a paci in her mouth, and go to the nursery to change her diaper.
After changing her diaper and coming back it's almost time for church to start.
She is fascinated with the people around us and keeps watching and pointing.
Just FYI...pointing is rude and to explain that to a 10 month old is impossible.
So as we point at people around the sanctuary we begin to give the stink face.
Also, giving the stink face in church is not exactly polite.
Soon it's time for the little ceremony where they call us up one by one and introduce the child and present them with a Bible with their name on it.
They call the first family up. Piper snatches a shoe off along with her bow and I frantically push the shoe back on and throw the bow in the diaper bag and say forget it. Bows are overrated.
Our turn next.
We walk up, take our Bible, stand in our spot and watch as others are called for their turn.
Piper proceeds to point more....
Piper then begins to look at the other babies like they're crazy for not trying to wriggle down their mommas' sides, down their legs, and onto the floor like she is.
Piper then decides she wants on my other hip so we switch.
Then Piper turns to look at Daddy and can't decide if she want to stay with Mom or go to him.
After this, they pray and we're off to the nursery.
With all this said, we survived our one and only baby day.
Hallelujah folks.
Hallelujah.
That week I made sure everyone had clothes pressed, socks, new shoes, hair washed, outfits laid out the night before, and the whole 9 yards.
Husband worked off night shift, came home, went to bed about 4:30am, and woke up about 8.
I got up with Piper, got her all dolled up, with her new outfit and shoes and bow.
I got myself dressed and hair and makeup fixed all by 9 am.
For those that have more than one child and do this every week/day...Bless you.
To say I don't get my child up and to church would be incorrect. We get up and get going and get ourselves to Sunday School and "Big Church" just as everyone else does, with no complaints, but just maybe she doesn't always get a bath the morning of or possibly get her nails clipped the day before, and she may or may not have shoes on her feet or we may not even attempt a bow.
But atleast we get there.
Just sometimes in an unconventional manner...but really? Who needs shoes to worship Jesus?
Not my kid.
Back to my story.
Everyone is good to go. We load up. I finish my makeup on the way as usual. We get there and Piper has taken both shoes off, the bow is on the other side of the car and she is blowing bubbles like nobody's business.
We did remember the pacifier though.
Thank you Jesus for the pacifier.
When we enter the sanctuary at our church, they have made the alter into an adorable arrangement of pumpkins and gourds and all things fall including little wooden cutouts with the names of those to be dedicated that morning.
Insert "awwww."
First things first we take a family picture. No fights there. The bow is still intact and shoes are still on.
Now the waiting game...
We wait for about 20 mintues for the service to start.
During this waiting time my child has sneezed 3 times, spit her pacifier out 5 times, taken her shoes off, snatched the bow off, and managed to wriggle down onto the floor and bonk her head such that she lets out a blood curdling scream.
In that moment I scoop her up, shove a paci in her mouth, and go to the nursery to change her diaper.
After changing her diaper and coming back it's almost time for church to start.
She is fascinated with the people around us and keeps watching and pointing.
Just FYI...pointing is rude and to explain that to a 10 month old is impossible.
So as we point at people around the sanctuary we begin to give the stink face.
Also, giving the stink face in church is not exactly polite.
Soon it's time for the little ceremony where they call us up one by one and introduce the child and present them with a Bible with their name on it.
They call the first family up. Piper snatches a shoe off along with her bow and I frantically push the shoe back on and throw the bow in the diaper bag and say forget it. Bows are overrated.
Our turn next.
We walk up, take our Bible, stand in our spot and watch as others are called for their turn.
Piper proceeds to point more....
Piper then begins to look at the other babies like they're crazy for not trying to wriggle down their mommas' sides, down their legs, and onto the floor like she is.
Piper then decides she wants on my other hip so we switch.
Then Piper turns to look at Daddy and can't decide if she want to stay with Mom or go to him.
After this, they pray and we're off to the nursery.
With all this said, we survived our one and only baby day.
Hallelujah folks.
Hallelujah.
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