Annalise at fifteen months

Here I am updating again, even though I said I wouldn't have time.  I actually wrote most of this post a couple weeks ago anyway, and we got Internet the day the movers came, so I'm not missing a beat.  It's been another great month for Annie-Banannie.  She's getting smarter, faster, cuter, and even more squeezable, if that was possible.

She loves going places, and she keeps up so well with Delaney and me.  When I'm going somewhere with the girls, I look for their shoes, and I say and sign "shoes."   She stomps her feet  and does that Butthead-like chuckle as I pick out the shoes.  She plops down on her bum so I can put them on her.  Then she walks very purposefully out the door.  And she hates being left behind, as we found out one morning when Tim packed up Delaney to take her to the store.  She was really upset, and she cried for at least a couple minutes after they left too.  But she had to stay because it was almost time for her nap.

She has more of an interest in shoes than Delaney ever has.  She tries on everyone's shoes, including her daddy's.  But she's partial to the princess shoes, probably because of the cute embellishments.  She pulls them out of the bin and shoves them at me so I'll put them on her.  Then she walks around the room in them like it's no problem.  Tim said, "She walks better in heels than you!"

She's getting so nimble too.  At the house in Quantico, I used to try to hold her hand so she could walk out the back door down the big step.  It was awkward.  But one day I let her figure it out herself.  She held onto the door frame and made that big step without falling.  Smart girl!  She also knows how to go downstairs by herself, and now that we're at the new house that only has one short flight of carpeted stairs, we let her go up and down as much as she wants.  No more gates, woo-hoo!

She tries to talk, but rarely says a word in English.  She speaks fluent baby babble, with tone and inflection that sound so conversational.  I say, "That's really cute, but I don't understand a word."

She made a new sign, her first in a long time.  I was inspired by Kathy and Natalie's signing while we were all together in Pennsylvania, and so I re-attacked baby signing after a months-long hiatus.  She's not too interested in the eating signs, although she'll throw us a bone every now and then with "more" and "please."  I'd been trying to find a sign that really sparked her interest, and I finally found one: "pretty."  I'd been using the sign here and there for a couple weeks, pointing at her in the mirror and saying, "pretty". Then one day after I'd fixed her hair, she smiled and signed "pretty."  I was so pleased, I said and signed, "Yes, you are pretty!  You're a pretty girl!"  I'm teaching her to be vain, aren't I?

After that first sign, she started using some more:  "thank you," "juice," "milk" and "shoes."  But her favorite and most effective way to communicate is still with grunts, whimpers and pointing.  She knows Mama understands what she wants.

She's Daddy's buddy too.  If Tim says, "Who loves Annalise?"  she'll say, "Da-da!"  She plays on the floor with him and Delaney, and if he asks her for a kiss, more often than not, she'll give him one.  We were laughing about it the other night, about how once the youngest is weaned, they can kick me out if they want to.  I'll be obsolete.  My job of gestating and lactating will be finished.  Except none of them could do without me.  They love me too much.

Yes, this month she weaned.  I'm still a little sad, but it was clearly time.  She was only nursing once a day, in the morning; and then, around the time of the move, I seemed to be producing little or nothing.  Maybe it was stress.  Then one morning, Tim got her out of bed instead of me, so I didn't nurse her.  She didn't miss that session, and didn't ask for it, and I decided I wouldn't offer again.  I'm really happy to have nursed her for as long as I did.  It was a real gift to her and me both, and will always be a cherished memory.  She is growing up so fast!

The transition from old house to hotel to new house has been pretty much seamless for her.  We've just kept to our same routine no matter where we are.  She's been sleeping well, and has been as cheerful and mischievous as usual.  She is loving the open access to the stairs, which lead up to the FROG (finished room over garage), about two-thirds of which is the playroom.  I will have to post separately about our lovely new house, and tell you all about it, complete with pictures.  Maybe I'll do 'before and afters'.

Lately at bedtime, Delaney has been choosing their All the Ways I Love You book read by Grandma and Grandpa.  Annie giggles as soon as she sees me pick it up, and cracks up all the way through.  She is so funny and so cute I could eat her up!

Delaney at three years, one month

"Cheeseburgers, cheeseburgers, everywhere I go."  That's a song Delaney made up.  I don't understand the significance of cheeseburgers for her, since we only have cheeseburgers once a month, if that; and she barely touches hers.  But it's such a happy little song, I can't help but smile every time I hear it.

What else has Delaney been up to?  She's finally started to pedal her tricycle around, and I try to encourage her in it because those leg muscles of hers have a way to go.  If there's even a little incline up, she needs a push.  And to think, that tricycle was a second birthday present!

I love this picture Delaney took.  She actually took about six of those, one after another.  Maybe she liked being the one to say, "Sit there and let me take your picture," for once?  Or maybe these little friends just made her happy.  Once, when she saw her tricycle and "princess mobile" next to each other, angled toward each other a little bit, she said, "Look, they're talking."  Tim and I love seeing Delaney's perspective in her pictures.  Some parent's give their kids crayons and markers; we give her the family camera!  Here's another photo courtesy of Delaney.  It's his new Facebook profile pic.

Funny caption, anyone?

She is starting to whine.  A lot.  I thought she was a whiner before, but I really had no idea.  Is this payback for me being a whiny kid?  I have to try really hard not to unravel when I hear that sound.  I can tell it tries Tim's patience too, even though he claims to have endless patience.  (I will give him that he has way more than I do.)  We make her repeat her request in a "big girl voice" and use the magic word.  

As much as I get frustrated when she's whiny and rude, I try to praise her when she remembers her manners or does something helpful.  She is such a good girl when she's not driving me up a wall.  The best!  I guess she's a normal three-year-old.  As my sister Anna says, "Terrible Twos, Tiresome Threes."  Can't wait to see what she says about four!  I am still saying three is easier than two.  I know we're only a month into it, but at least now we can communicate about things in full sentences instead of me feeling like a monkey trainer.  And there is no more poop on the windows!  It just occurred to me that if these kids weren't occasionally wretched, there's no way we could ever put them on a bus and send them to school when it was time.  In fact, there's no way we'd ever let them go if they were nothing but lovable.  We'd keep them inside all day and smother them with kisses and hugs.

[On the subject of the poop story, there was an acquaintance of the family who read my blog soon after that happened, and emailed me that she's "glad my son doesn't exhibit your daughter's naptime behavior."  She has two little sons of her own, and I hope by now she's finally gotten what's coming to her.  "Schwartz is getting his," hee hee.  That's mean of me, I know.  It's OK to have that "glad it's her and not me" feeling, but it's not OK to say it to the mom!]

Delaney is aware of the big changes coming our way, even if she doesn't completely understand.  Sometimes she'll exclaim, "My old house in Virginia!"  Funny, I've been feeling the same way about still being here -- like I'm living in my old house.  Like, why are we still here when we have this nice house in North Carolina waiting for us?  In three days the movers arrive.  I might not be able to update the way I like to, for the next few weeks (sniffle), because life will get a little crazy.  We'll move to North Carolina on the Saturday the 14th, and about a couple weeks later we'll drive to Massachusetts and stay there a few weeks with Tim's sister Karen.  We'll spend a week at Cape Cod.  Finally, we'll get to go to the beach this summer!  I am looking forward to the next chapter of our story, and trying to mentally prepare myself for the stress of transition.

Oh, and one other thing:  As of bath time a couple nights ago, we now know that Delaney wishes to be an only child.  She told me, in a moment of frustration because her sister was getting on her nerves, "I don't want Annie anymore, and I don't want any new babies."  Well, then.

Update:  We had Delaney's three year well visit a couple days later.  She is 35 1/2 inches tall, 25th percentile for her age.  That's an improvement from the 10th percentile last year!  She is 30 pounds, 50th percentile.  Healthy as can be.  The pedi recommends hydrocortisone cream for her excema, which she gets on the back of her knees during hot weather.  It's been flaring up lately.  Hydrocortisone cream is what her pedi from before recommended too, but when I put it on her, she cries and asks for the other ointment (Aquaphor).  The Aquaphor is what I put on several times a day, and it keeps it under control for the most part.  But during a flare-up, the doctors say that hydrocortisone will help a lot.  I tried putting it on her when we got home, but she hated it.  We made her wait about 15 minutes before I put on the Aquaphor.  I sure hope she outgrows this summertime excema soon.  I feel bad for Delaney and her red, itchy skin.  Not to mention our clothes and couch cushions are getting ruined from Aquaphor stains.  

When will I ever learn?

Where do I go when I'm feeling downtrodden and sorry for myself, filled with frustration about things I can do nothing about?  To this lovely blog that is always there, allowing me to share the things that no one else really wants to hear about, but it gives me satisfaction anyway.

I had a great plan.  It was too hot again today to go to the pool, so I thought it would be the perfect morning to go trade in some books at a used book store.  I am worried I'm going to have nothing to read for the drive from North Carolina to Massachusetts, and besides I have too many books.  I went out to the garage this morning while Annie was napping, to where all my fiction is.  I was dismayed to see that Tim had hidden the bulk of it among the many boxes of things we have in there.  But I was still able to put together a pretty good selection of 10 to 12 books in a shopping bag.  I hesitated before throwing in my Hypnobirthing book, less than three years old and with the CD it came with still in the package.  That would be a real find for somebody.

I realize that used book stores are a business, and they are supposed to make a profit.  I know I'm not supposed to be the winner, but I thought I would be anyway, and here's how:   I do not need so many books.  I only need a couple new things to read.  I knew they would take a lot of what I had and give me very little in return, but I was still going to walk away happy with less clutter and something new to read for the excruciatingly long drive up and down the east coast.  Oh, how woefully naive of me.

This is how it went.  I brought my bag of books to the counter, and a surly man took them from me and said it would be awhile.  So I went off happily to browse all the shelves and shelves of wonderful books, reminding Delaney that if she was a good girl, she would get a new book too.

About 20 minutes later, I came back to the counter with my few selections and Delaney's.  And had my dreams crushed.  The woman who worked there handed me back my shopping bag almost completely full of the books I'd brought, saying they'd only been able to take a couple, due to the selection of books they already had.  And I only got $5.80 in credit, bwahahahaha!  The book Delaney had picked out -- The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein -- was $7.45, and I paid $1.65 out of pocket for it, and we left.  The end.

My mom and my sister Anna will recall that long ago trip to Plato's Closet, when Anna and I arrived with a bagful of my old duds, and were turned away.  I hated doing the walk of shame back to my car with that trash bag full of clothes, and I think Anna was embarrassed to be associated with me.  We still have a good laugh over my righteous indignation at my perfectly good clothes being picked through and rejected.  That was at least 10 years ago.  How funny that I thought I could still get the last laugh at one of these secondhand places!   At least there is something funny about still having a ton of old books and nothing new to read.

And I peeked in the bag and saw that the Hypnobirthing book, CD and all, is still in there.  The nerve of those people!

She's back!

I think now it's safe to say that the old Delaney is back.  Phew.  She's back to talking a mile a minute, snapping pictures of us with our camera, and bossing her little sister around.  We had a great day that included storytime at Border's and a walk to the playground.

She even ate 98% of her dinner tonight, before asking to be excused.  It was rotini and half a meatball.  My meatballs are about 2 1/2 inches in diameter.  She's been extra thirsty today too, even asking for water after the playground.  She normally asks for juice.

I know that kids get sick, and are not themselves from time to time.  But before now, I've never seen her in a funk that lasted longer than 24 hours.  It was a little scary.

We want our Delaney back!

If I walk into Delaney's room tomorrow and she's not back to her normal self, I don't know what I'm going to do.  It's like aliens stole the real Delaney and left us with this sad, whiny, not eating or drinking, tired all the time, sometimes feverish imposter.

I think the beginning was Friday afternoon, when we were at the pool, and she told me she wanted to go home at least a half hour before I was going to tell her it was time.  What?  Delaney never tells me she wants to go home.  And her friend Charlie was there, and I thought she was happy.  But she acted like she couldn't bear the cold once she got out of the big pool, and she was just ready to go home.  So we went home, where we all sat down for pizza, which she didn't eat.  That didn't worry me since it's unusual that she does eat it.  But later, she whined and whimpered through the bath time and dressing process, acting like she was too cold.  I wished I could have had a towel fresh out of the dryer for her, but I didn't.  I got her dressed as quickly as I could and tucked her into bed.  She slept fine.

Saturday morning, she had a bit of a fever.  She just laid on the couch, sleepy and sad.  She didn't drink her "yummy drink" (Carnation Instant Breakfast).  I don't remember much about Saturday, just low-grade fever and lots of sleepiness, and not much eating or drinking at all.  I gave her a popsicle at one point, and she ate most of it.  She kept waking up crying, so Tim ended up spending the night on her floor.  I expected she'd be fine in the morning.

Sunday was more of the same.  Sometimes we'd see glimpses of the real Delaney.  Tim said she was fine when he took her to the commissary.  But then she'd go back to being sad.  Everything she said came out a whine.  Anytime her sister came near her, she cried.  All she wanted to do was sit and stare zombie-eyed at the TV.

This morning, I thought maybe she was finally snapping out of it.  She seemed cheerful.  Between last night and this morning, she'd had two cups of water.  She drank her "yummy drink" in the morning.  But after that, no more.  I took her outside to ride her tricycle on the driveway.  She ended up just crying over something stupid like she couldn't move it.  I have offered her so many things today, and she's refused.  We keep asking her "What's wrong?"  "What hurts?"  The answer is always "Nuffing."  For a little while we thought she might be running a low fever.  In the evening, the little girl next door came over and played for a little while, and she went back to her old cheerful self for awhile.  This brought on a tidal wave of mom guilt for me, since I know that I haven't been giving her many opportunities to socialize.  I've kind of given up since we're moving in less than two weeks, even though I sometimes get lonely too.  We wondered if that wasn't the source of the whole sickness, but decided it probably wasn't.  At least not all of it.

I just went into her room again, because she was crying her heart out.  It was probably the fifth or sixth time one or the other of us has been in there tonight.  Now she's OCD about her quilt being tucked into the mattress on both sides now.  I tucked her in again even though we'd both told her before that we weren't going to do it again.  Then I sat beside her bed until she fell asleep on her Pillow Pet, her sippy of water in one hand and a stuffed bunny in the other.

I just don't know what I'm going to do if our old Delaney isn't restored to us by morning.  Tim and I are so stressed out we can't relax.  This is so bizarre.  I tried Googling "sad, sick, lethargic three year old girl," again and again, changing the adjectives to see if anyone out there can help me.  Here are some results I got: "Lethargic three-year-old Pekingese pup," "depressed teen," and postpartum depression.  I guess we're on our own.

Tim has 24-hour duty tomorrow, so I will be coping on my own if she's still in her funk.  It's like a dark cloud has descended on our household.  Her sad eyes make me so sad.  I told Tim that on one hand, I want to give her hugs and kisses, and extra TLC.  Then there are the times I think she's perfectly fine, just milking it, and I want to say to her, "Fine, go sulk in the corner.  I have no more patience for this."

It's been a tough three days.  I'm praying that my old Delaney will be back in the morning talking my ear off while I try to drink my coffee.

Pennsylvania

We've successfully completed another trip this summer, in spite of my uptight ways and obsession with normalcy.  This time it was the Brady family vacation, which typically takes place in New Hampshire, in the White Mountains.  But this time, to make it easier for me, it was in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  The idea was to meet halfway, but it wasn't really halfway -- more like three hours (ideally!) for me and about seven hours for them, coming from central Massachusetts.

Last Saturday, the 17th, Tim and I left in two cars, because he could only stay until Sunday afternoon.  We had just had a big lunch, and we anticipated a short ride during which the girls' naps would take place, and soon after, we would arrive at the resort.  Tim figured we would probably run into a little traffic along the way.  But 495.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  As the result of an accident that had happened hours ago, it took us two-and-a-half hours just to go TWENTY MILES.  It was so painful, just inching along, bored out of my mind.  Then I called Tim and said, "Um, I have a problem.  Annie's just woken up from her nap and we haven't gotten anywhere."  I had not come prepared for this long of a drive.  No more snacks and drinks.  Tim had issues of his own.  A few minutes after that conversation, Delaney needed to pee, and he texted me to tell me that he was pulling over, but I was too busy talking to my mom and complaining about my boredom to see it.  So he pulled over to the side of the road and she filled up the bag in her little potty-to-go.  Then a young man walked over from his nearby broken-down car, and said to Tim, "I don't have any money, but do you have any water?"  He and his parents had been broken-down for quite some time in the oppressive heat.  Tim gave them one of the three cases of Capri Sun he had in his truck.  When he told me that later, I was so glad he'd been able to help those poor people.  Anytime I saw someone at the side of the road with a broken-down car, I felt so bad.  When your car breaks down on a day like that, and traffic isn't moving for hours, you can't get any help, and then you're in danger of heat injury or dehydration.

We met up to regroup at a "Welcome to Maryland" rest area once traffic started moving again.  I refreshed my snack supply and changed Annie's diaper.  The rest of the drive went quickly.  At last we were in Lancaster, PA.  The resort was really nice, and our suite was surprisingly large.  There were two bedrooms, two-and-a-half bathrooms, full kitchen and living/dining area.  The place was meant to sleep 10 people, I believe, but not necessarily if one or more of those people happen to be toddlers.  In our case, we had 12 people, two of whom were toddlers.  18-month-old Natalie and 14-month-old Annie roomed in with Sam, Kathy and myself in the bedroom that had two queen beds.

Grandpa and his dollbabies

That first night was interesting, to say the least.  Little Natalie woke up at around 10:45 and would not sleep after that.  I've never seen any small child with such a strong will to stay awake.  I kept figuring eventually she'd crash, but she just wouldn't.  At first she made some little noises, but wasn't upset -- just wanted to play.  She'd get quiet for a little while, then start up again.  When she got a little louder, Kathy took her out of the room to walk around with her.  She did that several more times over the next few hours. I lay awake the whole time feeling exhausted, but grateful that I could at least be exhausted while lying down, unlike poor Kathy pacing around with Natalie so she wouldn't disturb anyone.  Tim was sleeping downstairs on the couch, and at Sam's suggestion, I woke him up and asked him to come upstairs to sleep in the bed  with me so that Kathy could have the downstairs to herself.  I wish I'd done that sooner.   Later in the week, I too, would be glad I had the downstairs option for when Annie woke up one night at 3.  After that long first night, we even had an extra crib downstairs for the "delinquent baby" to use.  They're lucky they're cute, that's all I've got to say!

In the other bedroom, Tim's parents and the four other girls in sleeping bags on the floor slept just fine.  I'm happy to say that the remaining nights there went much better for all of us.  We figured out a routine that worked.  We needed our sleep because it was a busy week!

Sunday is when we celebrated Delaney's birthday again.  We love our Delaney!  Tim was there, and his younger sister Karen and her boyfriend Matt were also there just for the day.  It wasn't so hard seeing Karen go this time, knowing that in a few short weeks we'll be taking over her condo again for several days.

We spent a lot of time at the hotel pool, but there aren't too many pictures to show for it, because as any one who's ever taken a bunch of little kids to the pool knows, there isn't too much opportunity to grab a camera.  I don't have a single picture of Delaney jumping in the pool and going under the water with her eyes open, but it's good enough for me to know that it happened.

   

On either Monday or Tuesday, we went to Hershey's Chocolate World in Hershey, PA.  It was so crowded, and strollers were not allowed, so I was once again so happy to have my Ergo carrier.  Annie is one squirmy little girl, and my arms would have been so tired holding onto her all that time.  Chocolate World was a little overwhelming. If you love being shoulder to shoulder with strangers, and chocolate is your life, then this is the place for you.  If you have six kids 7 and under to keep track of, this is probably a place you should skip.  I know I was fighting panic the whole time, but that's because I'm weird about small enclosed spaces filled with lots of people.  (Just ask Tim how much fun I was at the New England Aquarium last year.)  The one nice thing was the ride that took you through the process of the making of milk chocolate.  It cracks me up that every day since then, Delaney randomly says, "The oven was hot."  She's referring to the part of the ride where we all go through the roasting process of the cacao beans.  That's her only take-away from the two hours we were there -- the oven was hot.  I call her "Delaney Bean" now, which should please my mom, since she called her her "Boston Baked Bean" when I brought her to Cincinnati for her first visit as a newborn.  

 L-R: Tim Sr., Juliana (7), Carolyn, Alexa (6), Delaney (3), Kathy holding Natalie (18 months), Sofia with her head turned (5), Sam

Our next outing was the train ride at the Strasburg Railroad.  I loved the train ride, and not just because it allowed me to sit on my behind.  I loved the scenery.  It was so peaceful and beautiful.  It felt like we'd gone back a couple centuries to a time that was simpler.  We saw some Amish people in and around the train, and they looked so serene.  I'm sure they were not actors!  Although the weather forecast called for rain almost every day we were there, that was the only day it rained.  Thankfully, it didn't rain until we were on our way back to our cars.  

Kathy and her girls, Natalie and Sofia

A picture with my Annie before I pawned her off on Grandpa.  She was squirming too much.

When Alexa showed me this loose tooth the first time, I made the fatal mistake of being grossed out.  Every single day from that point on, she made sure I saw the disgusting loose tooth several times.

On Wednesday evening, everybody but Annie and me went to Dutch Wonderland for the "preview" of the day pass.  I've never heard of such a thing, but apparently, if you buy a day pass at Dutch Wonderland, you can preview it the day before from 5:30 to 8:30.  The only thing I knew about Dutch Wonderland was the episode of Jon and Kate Plus Eight, where they all go there.  It sounds a little forlorn, the "everybody but Annie and me" part, but trust me, it was better that way.  It's best that we don't take her anywhere in late evening around bedtime.  She falls apart quick.  And then so do I.  Not fun.  Here's a picture taken of all the girls before they all left.  No, you will not see a single boy in the bunch.  Bradys don't make boys.  

On Thursday, we all went to Dutch Wonderland from 11 a.m. to 8:30 p.m., and I have to say that for me that day was the "crucible" of the entire week.  I understand that not everyone has spent a summer at Parris Island, and is not familiar with the term "crucible", but that's the only way I can put it.  I did not think I would make it past lunch, and we were talking about the possibility of me taking Annie home and putting her down for a nap; and then coming back.  The hotel was only a few miles down the road, and I had my own transportation.  It was very tempting.  It was so hot out, and and Annie was so unhappy, screeching every time I put her in the stroller.  And there was no way I was wearing her in that weather.  There's nothing like a miserable baby to bring me to my knees.  My attempts at helping her have a good time were met with failure.

"The Whip":  Am I a bad mother?  You be the judge.

I decided to have lunch with everybody, and make my decision after that.  After lunch, the plan was to go to the water park.  I opted to stay.  On my way to the water park, she fell asleep in the stroller, and I pushed her around the park while she napped.  After about 40 minutes, I encountered Tim Sr., who was doing the "baby walk" with a sleeping Natalie.  We both sat down at the amphitheater, and I mentioned how nice it was to finally sit down.  That's when Annie woke up, of course.  Then I took her to the water park, where she had a ball.  After that, I kind of figured I was hanging in until the end.  That was the turning point, because after that, it got more fun.  As the afternoon went on, it got cooler, and I was able to put her on more rides than I thought I would.  And she started to get it -- that it was supposed to be fun.  She giggled on the "froggy bouncer."  She was content on the train.  She was smiling and pointing at things on the boat.  By the end of the day, we all agreed that all the girls were so well-behaved and had such a great time.  

During the last two hours, we decided to put our charges on the ferris wheel.  I thought I was going to be allowed to ride it too, but at the last minute, found out that grownups were not allowed.  As with "The Whip" and the "froggy jumper" I had the moment of 'Should I or shouldn't I'?  In the end, I chose to put Annie in the little cage with Juliana, Sofia, Delaney and Natalie.  I said, "What's the worse that could happen, all of them locked in a little cage together?"  To our relief they just sat there as they went around and around and around, and .. wow, this is a long ride.  This was one of the funnier times of the day for us, because a nearby parent of another child on the ferris wheel got Kathy's attention and told her this: "If you don't tell that guy you want your kids to get off, he'll just keep letting them go around and around."  I, for one, was thrilled to not be chasing a toddler for the first time in a few hours, and thought maybe we should just leave them on there the rest of the night.  I believe we also tossed around the idea of just leaving.  In the end, I would say that that was the most intense day, but it was fun too.  It was a lot of work.  I slept better that night than any other night, and I'm sure I was not alone in that.

We hung out at the resort all day Friday, and then Saturday morning it was time to go.  Knowing that we were going to be seeing them all again in August made goodbye easier.  We made it home in three hours this time, even with the traffic jam on 95 for the last 10 miles.  95 is the devil.

Now, back to our boring, predictable life for three more weeks until we move to North Carolina.

Annalise at fourteen months

The number one thing that stands out about this month is how much happier a month it has been for Annie (and therefore all of us) than last month.  Last month was a very moody month, with lots of crying and hugging on Lovey.  She got through her rough patch and now I have to say she has crossed a threshold into a new level of cuteness.  Now, instead of hearing whining, we hear shrieks and giggles as she toddles around chasing her big sis, or being chased.  She loves our adoring attention, and sometimes she'll say something that sounds like "hey."  When we look at her and respond, she grins really big and says it again.  "Hey."  I told Tim that when we went to Cincinnati, she was a big grump.  She came back from Cincinnati a changed baby.  Maybe all she needed was a change of scenery.  Let's hope that the change of scenery this week in Pennsylvania is good for her too.

She's gotten another new tooth, and that might also help explain her improvement in disposition.

Her appetite, which was down a little last month, is back in full force.  She gets frustrated with the small bits of food we give her at a time.  I've been getting a little braver about what I give her.  After my mom gave her a yogurt-covered raisin while we were visiting, and she did OK with that, I've been giving her raisins from time to time.  Tim is still very leery of giving her very much food.  He tosses her a crumb, and I'm like, "Oh come on, you've got to do better than that."  He worries a lot more about choking than I do.  When one of them is coughing, he says, "Are you OK?  Are you OK?"  I just say, "She's coughing, she's OK."  I'd love to just set a whole plate of food down in front of her, but I know she'd just shove it all in at once.  She has no self control.

She points almost constantly, at everyone and everything.  Tim says, "What are you pointing at?  Stop pointing."  I just say, "Oh, I love that cute little finger."  She points, she babbles, and I'm sure she has all kinds of things to say, if only I could understand.  A few more months, and I probably will.

She's getting smarter, and I don't know how much I like that.  Every afternoon after their naps, I give them both cups of milk.  As Delaney's been accustomed to getting a squirt of Hershey's syrup in hers, I give it to her.  But I am trying not to put the Hershey's in Annie's, thinking she won't know what she's missing, and she'll appreciate the milk by itself.  She does drink her milk, and she appears to like it.  But the second she sees Delaney's cup on the floor unattended, she grabs it up and drinks it.  She knows there's something better in Delaney's cup.  And now she's getting a taste for chocolate milk too.  Oh well.

She's still nursing, just right after she gets up in the morning, and right before going to bed at night.  I think she'll probably wean in the next month or two.

She is getting to be so playful.  She'll grab my hands so I'll play 'ring around the rosy.'  She tries to fall down right away.  When I sing 'itsy bitsy spider', she puts her fingers together to make a spider.  She pushes Delaney around on her tricycle.  She loves balloons.  Every morning when I take her downstairs and Delaney's birthday balloon is still hanging there, she points and tries to say the word.  "Boo."  She dances around in circles and laughs when Delaney and I sing the ABCs.  She plays more and more with her daddy too.  She stands at the door just as excited as Delaney is, when he gets home.  "We wore Mama out a long time ago, now it's Daddy's turn!"