As crazy as it is, March is almost over and I'm just grabbing the opportunity to say hello. And not just the kind where you wave and keep walking away. I'm finally downloading all the pictures off my phone (aka my new camera) and thinking about where the heck the time has gone. I'm never great at actually holding real life conversations, so if I'm not blogging it means I must be keeping it all inside or throwing up on Mr Smith and neither are really healthy for me us.
So alas, we have been doing great, thanks for asking. Although I don't really know what great means.
I've been meaning to talk more about food, but you should know nothing really drastic as occurred yet. We still have a lot of white rice and pasta to go through and heavens I still love chicken, cheese & eggs. HOWEVER. I feel a lot better about myself at the check out line. My cart is loaded with fruits and vegetables. Most things in packages are the spinach bags, lactose free milk, eggs & cheese (guilty as charged) and the pasta boxes. I'm only doing whole wheat from here on out, but like I said, I'm not about to waste food we already have. I'm not that crazy. But I want to save this chat for another post altogether.
So Alexis - it has been 3 weeks since I've talked about her. But dear, I'm just too busy attending to your needs. Cause child, you are needy. This age must be a wallering age, but I'm sure many of you say it comes and goes. But it seems like she always needs to be climbing up my leg or into my lap, over my shoulder and through my hair. Heavens.
We aren't really talk yet. Still a lot of "a" sounds - ba, na, da, ma, you know. Still crawling and climbing and finding her way around everything. But will only stand for a split second until she realizes we aren't touching her and that quickly freaks her out. One day I was sitting at the computer setting up our utility bill online... I leave Lexi sitting on the couch pulling everything out of the diaper bag. I then look over and she's walking around the ottoman. So - she isn't afraid to see where she can go. Which is typically out the door as soon as it's open. Down the stairs? She tries. And she face planted when Dad thought she would be smarter than that. It happens.
She waves. She still loves strangers. She loves to drop things on the floor or hand things back and forth to you. Not completely monotonous at all. She loves lights. She does this fake cough thing where Mr Smith will make the noise and she will repeat it. She still loves to be chased and thrown around. I say she is tough, but we think she isn't walking on her own because it takes effort. In her own time . . . I still need to baby proof all the cabinets. She has no problem opening them. But even if "no" is still a relatively new concept (trust me we say it plenty) she still understands when she should stay away from something, so of course it's a game of how quickly you can get to it before mom or dad get you. She knows what she wants. And it quickly becomes bedtime if we start whining for those things.
She has maybe adjusted to the new house now? It has been a week and we did not sleep those first few nights. She ended up in our bed at 2 AM, which was one of those moments "we said we'd never do this now look at us" but she is back to taking her regular naps and although her bedtime is closer to 9 some nights, we usually sleep until 730.
We are still in between the 12 and 18 month sizes. They can wear those clothes a lot longer than those 3-12 month sizes, which is nice. She still eats us out of house and home. Sometimes I try to eat before I pick her up out of her crib just so I don't have to share! Because otherwise, you better.
One of our biggest disagreements is Mr Smith giving her bites of his starburst. I absolutely hate it.
She is still the cutest child and people flatter her all the time.
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