Greetings!

Many well wishes from the great (flat) (mostly) state of TX!

Please excuse the lack of posting, as we've been and will be a bit buried with fun for awhile. 

Sayer - 3 Month Update

(Good GRIEF, how did 10 days of November fly by like that?  Ooof!)

My Snuggly Cebu,

Being that you hit the size of a 3 month old at oh, about 3 weeks, it's weird to think that you're only that old.  It feels like you've been here for so much longer than that.

You're by far the happiest of my babies.  When you're awake and you catch someone's eye, you grin.  You grin at your sisters.  You grin at me.  You grin at anyone who will talk to you.  Heck, you grin at the ceiling fan too. 

And it's so very easy to make you laugh.  You regularly crack up for no reason other than the tone of my voice when I talk to you.  And if I can't get you to laugh by talking to you, I can tickled you.  Without fail, I'll get at least a smile. 

It's a good thing you're so jolly.  You're probably the worst sleeper of all three kids. My body has actually begun to accept that it's going to get no more than 6 hours of decent sleep a night.  I keep reminding myself that it won't last forever.  Because it won't.  Those 5am wake-ups where you are remarkably reluctant to settle back into sleep will fade before I know it and I'll miss having the one time a day that's just you and me. 

You love being carried and "worn" by your Daddy and me... and it works out quite nicely as you conk out pretty easily in the carrier or sling, but dude, you keep growing at that rate and I'm going to need some complicated lever system to haul you around.

(No babies were harmed in the taking of this picture...)

I love you more than muffins and yes, you're spoiled to bits.  Your daddy called me out on it... and you know?  He's right.  But hey, he's been spoiling your sisters for years.  My turn :)

Love always from that lady who makes the crazy faces and carries you around all day,

Mama

C Monkeyisms

The other day, C woke up from her nap quite a bit crankier than usual.  I walked her into the kitchen to get her a snack to hopefully boost her mood. 

"C, do you want an apple or a pretzel?"

She stared at me. 

"An apple or a pretzel?"

Her stare turned into a glare.

"C?  Do you want an apple or a pretzel?"

She waited for one more second then flatly said,

"COOKIE." 

(She got the cookie)

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 Shaun took C over to pet the cow at the farm this past weekend.  She grinned at it for awhile, saying "Mooooo!" and "Cooooow!" over and over.  The she got quiet, poked at the cow, and said,

"EAT YOU!" 


Apparently, she won't be following in her mother's quasi-vegetarian footsteps. 
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 C's taken to calling Bean "Sister!" complete with the exclamation mark.  Lately, she's been narrating everything that's going on.  "Sister, POTTY!" "Sister, EAT!" "Sister, hug!"  and when Bean is throwing a complete conniption, "Sister, Crying!  SISTER CRYING!"  Bean gets so ticked.  Semi-sweet vindication.
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C crawled over to me while I was nursing the baby and headbutted my leg.  I pretended to be wounded and she giggled.  Then,

"EAT YOU!" and she pretended to bite my arm. 

I should watch out, the girl's hungry.

Or Again?

Yesterday after dinner, Bean was looking at her placemat, (this particular one has all of the state flags on it), and asking Robin and me to name the states that go with each flag.  Robin would name them each in sing-song and because she was pointing to them in alphabetical order, I'd jump in whenever I thought I knew what came next.

She got to Oregon's flag and as she had for the last few, she asked,

"And what's this one?"

Robin:  "Orrregon!"

She jabbed at it again, "What's this one?"

"Orrregon!"

Again, "WHAT is THIS ONE?!"

Robin and I together: "Orrrregon!"

Bean poked at her placemat in frustration and yelled,

"STOP SAYING OR AGAIN!  I don't WANT to do it AGAIN!  What IS this one?"

After we finished trying to control our laughter, we told her we weren't saying "or again", but rather, "OREGON!"

"Oregon?  This one is Oregon?"

"YES!"

"oh!"

Apparently, we have a bit of a communication issue there.  Hehe.

A Baby and Her Blanket

A case of the post-nap crankies found its way here yesterday.

I think its cute, so I let it stay awhile.