These pictures were taken a few weeks ago when we had that one fluke of a hot day in April. I took the girls down to the park. We spread a blanket out on the grass, had a little lunch and soaked up the warm air and sunshine.
The girls had a check up at the doctor’s yesterday. Everyone was taking bets as to how big my sweet Rosie got! I would have lost had I placed some cash down…
weight: 24.6 lbs
height: 35 inches
Lucille has grown another 2 inches and gained 3 lbs since her last check-up. She’s in the 97th percentile for height but only 33 percentile for weight. The doctor was pleased with her weight gain, despite the fact that she’s a beanpole. Lulu is still a finicky eater. She won’t touch meat and although she will try a bite of something new, she will almost immediately spit it out.
It feels like every day she picks up another word to say, which means her parents better keep their potty mouths in check around her. She has also become more comfortable in the pool for her swim lessons, which means less whining and more fun swimmy time.
Easter 2010
the first of many cookies that day
weight: 18.8 lbs
height: 28 inches
Rose had an incredible growth spurt since her 2 month check-up! She falls in the 99th percentile for height and weight and weighs five pounds less than her big sister. The doctor stated the obvious in that Rose will probably grow to be larger than Lulu.
She cut her first teeth over the weekend. The past month she’s had her fist firmly planted in her piehole and she bit Forrest’s finger Easter morning and he said he felt them. Sure enough, there they were.
She’s also very close to rolling over. She gets about halfway over but can’t quite seal the deal without a little help. Oh, and there’s giggling! Lots of sweet little giggles (and sometimes squeals) when she finds something funny!
Rose's 1st Easter
don't you want to pinch her cheeks?
I’ve been getting the girls to interact more and more since Rose is getting bigger. I will have Lulu lie down next to Rose so they face each other. Rose will squeal and reach for Lulu. Lulu will touch Rosie’s hair and ears, honk her little nose and then try to poke her in the eye (it’s a work in progress). Sometimes I will have Rose lay on top of Lulu, which makes the older one giggle as she hugs her “baby.”
It’s all just too cute.
So sweet, my teeth ache!
baby in a fez? What could be better?
supah-stah!
Lulu is in full-on toddler mode these days. Interpret that however you’d like.
Every day she wakes up with a huge smile on her face. Her hair is getting longer so she always has crazy bed head!
She has been going through an all-about-Mommy-phase for the last month or so. She gets totally whiny if I leave the room and even if I’m just heading to the bathroom, I hear the patter of her little feet running after me. She’s only content with her father unless he’s flipping her around and hanging her upside down by one leg! She equates play time with him. When he comes home from work she waits with anticipation for him to come downstairs and then when he does…she runs and hides.
Easter fez
We signed her up for swim lessons about a month ago. She’s a little older than the other babies in the class, but we didn’t want her to skip the first step. The first few weeks the results were mixed but by the third week she’s starting to get how to kick her legs and blow bubbles in the water. She also just recently graduated to taking baths in the bathtub instead of the kitchen sink, so that may have contributed to success in the water.
"talking" on the iPhone
Sesame Street is big these days (especially Elmo, of course), but Yo Gabba Gabba is bigger. I love seeing the perma-grin on her face as she watches. And I’ll clarify that she only watches one episode of Sesame Street and one of YGG per day. I haven’t gotten desperate enough yet to play them all on repeat for an entire day, although I haven been tempted…
xmas in March
As far as talking goes, Lulu is still being pretty stingy. She understands a ton of things and is really smart. She’s just a quiet little thing. It’s not that she isn’t capable. Just the other night after we went out for St. Patty’s Day dinner, she dazzled Forrest and me when she said “french fry” clear as a bell. I think she just prefers being quiet, unless it’s that time of night that she’s possessed by the after dinner rush and she’s running around, half-naked with a stream of “Lulu-ese” coming out of her mouth!
bat hat's been making the rounds
She likes to draw, but prefers us to draw for her and gets frustrated if we don’t. She’s also learning how to go down the stairs using the sit-n-slide method, loves swinging on the swings and dances up a storm when her favorite songs are on.
raiding the utensil drawer
Her clothes are starting to get pretty short for her lately. I’m hoping to eek another month or two out of them so that we can raid the summer wardrobe with the warmer weather. She and Rose go in for a check-up next month. I can’t wait to see how much they’ve grown!
I just realized that she’s wearing the same shirt in three of these photos, but I swear I took these pictures all on different days…
smiley
I call this piece: "Sourpuss in Bat Hat"
dramatic in B & W
I'm gansta, mumma.
A couple of weeks ago we went to a party at the local tattoo shop. Rose pretty much slept in her seat the entire time, but Lulu had a blast for herself. She was so adorable that she charmed the pants off of everyone, pointing at various people yelling “tat-too!” She basically ran around the shop like she owned it.
chowing on a cracker
Forrest was busy taking pictures and luckily Amelia came with us for a little while to help watch Lulu and make sure she didn’t run away with a stranger. (Reminder: must look into Baby LoJack…) She is not very shy with people she doesn’t know these days.
Pretty Mellie!
all the kids playing with iPhones. She looks so little next to them!
I was relieved when she naturally migrated to the few kids that were in attendance. Despite the fact that they were much older than she is, they were very tolerant of her hanging all over them! She was up way past her bedtime and would have stayed all night if we let her.
Rose has entered into the land of Giggletown! While still a rare occurrence it is an occasional, adorable treat.
Rose is a a great stage right now that she’s just about three months old. She is finally sleeping through the night a solid 7-8 hours. Her smiles are frequent and beginning to get drooly-dribbly (and I think I even got her to laugh yesterday)! Lately she’s been trying to sit up on her own, which results in her tipping over to one side. And she is doing pretty good holding up that giant head of hers, although it’s still pretty wobbly. Oh, and she belches like a frat boy after a game of Beer Pong (she must get this from her father).
These days I can put her down for a nap while she’s awake and she’ll chat to herself until she falls asleep. And when she wakes up it isn’t the needy, ear piercing wail of a newborn. Most of the time she wakes up cooing softly to herself. Or sucking madly on her fist (smack, slurp, smack!).
I love when I go to fetch her from a nap. Her reaction is hilarious. She looks at me like I’m a long lost friend that she hasn’t seen in ages and you can see the recognition register on her face. Then she gets super excited. Her eyes light up, her little arms flail and the legs start kicking wildly.
Oh...hello Mumma.
How have you been?
I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
I feel really lucky to get to look at this sweet little face every day! Being greeted by that huge, toothless smile makes me giggle. And then you know I have to scoop her up and NOM NOM NOM those fat cheekies and blow raspberries in her neck!
Maybe I’m a silly, but I really wanted to get Lulu a pair of wings. I have visions of her running around in the summertime wearing a cute dress, her little motorcycle boots and her wings, with a melting Popsicle melting down her arm and a fruit punch smile…
I know that right now she’s probably a little too young still to realize HOW COOL it is to have wings (and I don’t care), but hopefully one day when she’s older she’ll give me mad props for being a cool mom. Either that or she’ll purse her lips with disdain and tell me how weird I am…