Lola is a happy girl. She loves being held and talked to. One day she was fussy all day until Sam got home from school and then she was happy... Until he went outside to play and then she fussed again until he came back in. I think she missed him. She loves it when he reads to her or gets out her toys and shows them to her. He likes to put a blanket over her face and say, "Where's the baby?" then pulls it off and says, "Peek a boo!" She doesn't always like this.
She likes her bath, and getting her diaper changed, but she does NOT like to get dressed. She always gets mad at us when the shirt goes over her head and while we pull her arms through.
Lola is still a good eater and getting fatter every day. We like squishy babies. She's had the bottle twice and did a good job. I have taught her to calm down when she is crying for food by saying "Hi Honies." right before every feeding. Sometimes when she cries for food now it sounds like she is saying, "Hi" in a really sad voice. Coincidence? I think not.
She has slept through the night 3 times and does a good 6 hour stretch just about every night. I feel like she'll be sleeping through the night regularly really soon.
We love her voice and all three of us get excited when she coos.
On Wednesday morning I opened my door to find this on the door step. Remember this?
Turns out, it was so fooshnicken cold on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning that the paint on my front door cracked and fell off. I have searched the web and I can't find a site that will tell me what the temp WAS. Only what it WILL BE. Why is that?
Anyway, this is what the door looks like today and still cracking.
Sam, making a tin foil person.
Pack meeting last month was a talent show. When we got the flier telling Sam to pick a talent and practice, I asked him what he was going to do. He said play a song on the piano and do a dance. I asked what song he was going to dance to. He said Afterlife (by Avenged Sevenfold). I asked if he was going to plan the dance, he said he was going to make it up WHILE he did it. I wasn't surprised.
A few days before the big night he came home from school and told me a poem he had memorized. I suggested he recite it for the talent night. On the big night, he told me he had also decided to make a tin foil person for the show. I said that was fine but to forget the dance. He called his Grandma because, "She isn't going to want to miss this."
She came, and at the Church before the meeting got rolling she asked Sam what talent he was going to do.
Sam: I'm going to play a song on the piano, recite a poem and make a tin foil person.
Grandma: Three? I think you should pick one.
Sam: No, I'm doing all three. I'm going to be the main attraction.