Count your blessings instead of sheep....: Pod Baby

On October 19th (I know For-Ever ago) Lily reached 7 months old.

A week prior I made the incredibly stupid decision to schedule Lily's 6th month check-up on that day.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

There was no celebrating Lily's milestone. We showed up at the pediatrician's office in the morning, and Lily spent some time slyly watching another baby deciding whether or not to make contact. Just as she made the decision to converse with said baby we were called back.

Lily clocked in at 16 lbs (I still don't believe that weight, she looks so big [and feels it]) and 27 1/2 inches long. She had a great visit with Dr. E. He's just pleased as punch with her progress. She sat pretty for him, used her new found vowel sounds, and let him poke and prod all over with nary a whimper. Then came the nurse.

We chose to go ahead and get Lily the flu shot along with her normal 6th month vaccines. Unlike the normal trip for her vaccines Lily lost her little mind! She was barely consolable. It took many minutes to get her calmed down. Once she was down to only sniffles we headed out. Lily and I returned home to my visiting mom (!), and I thought we'd just get the normal grumpy baby following shots. Not true.

The flu shot (I found out later) creates some super drama in babies. I totally do not regret our choice to get her the flu shot. A few days of grumpiness is much better than losing our baby to the flu. As much traveling we will be doing this Christmas, and with the move to VA in January getting her protected was a must. However, it was not without some cost.

Lily could not sleep. She refused to bend her legs (her shots are given in her thighs). She didn't want to be held. She didn't want to be alone. She fussed while eating, and was all together someone else's baby. The second night after the vaccine was the worst. She was in bed with us sometime in the wee hours of the morning just flailing her arms and fussing. The only time she would sleep is if I was rubbing her back. She wouldn't even nurse. OMG. It was a rough 2 days. Thankfully, once day 3 rolled around Lily was back to her super duper adorable self.

We didn't get around to taking her picture until a week later. We were very busy with my mom here.

Playing with Oma on the couch.

Lily's dexterity is through the roof! She is all about picking up EVERYTHING, and putting EVERYTHING in her mouth. Lily has a little bag of light plastic toys. She loves digging in the bag picking out a toy showing it off, and then finding another and banging them together. In it she has measuring cups, baby doll bottles, squeak bath toys, and other different shaped and colored items.

She's finally figured out how to feed herself solids. She's had melba toast, graham crackers, and her favorite, rice cakes.


Yum yum!

She's developed a taste for water. She loves drinking out of a straw. At restaurants we have to be very careful because sneaky likes to swipe the drinks, she's successfully covered me with tea. She's figured out her jumper. She LOVES jumping.

Lily's mean mug!

Hey Mama watch me go!

Look at those big beautiful eyes!

Lily's started saying "ma ma." Who knows if she's saying it with purpose, but she does tend to bust it out when she's tired or hungry. So we'll say, yes. It's adorable, and it makes my heart melt to hear it.

We've had a very busy couple of weeks. I'll get around to posting about it. It's going to be getting a bit crazy around here preparing for our move. We have an inspection on the house next week, and then we need to (hopefully) find a way up to Norfolk to find a home. In the mean time we must must must clear out clutter in preparation for the move. The movers will be here December 13th to pack, and they'll haul away our lives on the 14th. Tick tock, it's the final countdown! WOO HOO!