



Too busy with the beginning of a new school year for many posts lately, but here are some videos to tide you over.
"Googlie Bear" (a little song we sing for Callie)
First food for Callie- we tried it for the first time a few days ago, and she is like an old pro now!
Rolling over- she still doesn't roll from her tummy to her back much, but she does this all the time now!
This last one is pretty amazing, methinks. I asked Preston to 'read' to me tonight. He always says, "BUT I CAN'T READ, MOM!" I convinced him to try it tonight. This book is called There's A Nightmare In My Closet and it was mine when I was little. (I LOVED it!! So much that I had to tape it together for Preston to be able to use it.) To be fair, we have read it many times, but last night was the first time we had read it in a while. This is him reading it to me tonight. And he seriously knows almost every word. The boy has his father's memory, thank God! I can't remember what I had for breakfast today.
Here are the REAL words, so you can see how well he does: There used to be a nightmare in my closet. Before going to sleep, I always closed the closet door. I was even afraid to turn around and look. When I was safe in bed, I'd peek...sometimes. One night I decided to get rid of my nightmare once and for all. As soon as the room was dark, I heard him creeping toward me. Quickly I turned on the light and caught him sitting at the foot of my bed. "Go away, Nightmare, or I'll shoot you!" I said. I shot him anyway. My nightmare started to cry. I was mad...but not too mad. "Nightmare, be quiet or you'll wake Mommy and Daddy," I said. He wouldn't stop crying, so I took him by the hand and tucked him in bed and closed the closet door. I suppose there's another nightmare in my closet, but my bed's not big enough for three.
Callie had her 4 month check-up today. She decided to make it interesting for me by having a poop EXPLOSION in the car on the way over. I, of course, didn't notice until I got her out of her car seat in the waiting room. The poor brand new mom sitting next to me was mortified by what she saw. There was literally poop up to her shoulder blades. I was prepared with an extra onesie, diapers, and wipes galore. (New mom commented on how calm I was...I wanted to tell her that sh*t happens, but instead made some remark about kids enjoying giving their parents a challenge. She looked terrified and tired, and asked me if things like that happen a lot. I lied and told her no, all the while trying to keep the mess off my elbows, Callie's head, and the floor.) I ended up being forced to ask new mom for some MORE wipes because I used all of mine. (Taking the poop-covered onesie off caused the disaster to transfer to more locations than just her bum and back.) It was also nicely spread all over her car seat. Needless to say, the onesie did not survive the day and was tossed out with the rest of the carnage. The lesson I learned today? Always carry the extras mentioned above AND a plastic bag to dispose of the disaster. Sorry, people who used the public restroom at that office building today, for the smell that must have come from that trash can.
She is a HAPPY girl, as long as Mommy is in view. Just ask the babysitters we have had lately...
I have LOVE LOVE LOVED spending my summer with her and am sad to go back to work next week. I'm sure I'll be more traumatized by it that she will.
These two pics are from the doc's office today. I swear she is laughing because she is so proud of herself for ending my summer with a blow-out!