As I pop in some favorite photos, I'm reminded of all these wonderful people (and pictures!) I love:
this sweet little family makes me so happy
a few of our favorite Aussies (including Coda in the belly)
Sydney's boyfriend, Ryden, and his lovely mama
my little man Chase who lives too far away
my little sister
a pair of adorable nieces, Kara & Kate
We haven't got around to getting a high chair yet. Or a table for that matter. So this is what meal times look like at our house:
...and if you have a horrified look on your face like Tommy did when he saw our feeding routine, be assured that I don't leave my child unattended!
This might be boring for a lot of you, but some people requested a few photos of the house, so here ya go! Keep in mind that I had to take these with my little point and shoot without a wide-angle lens, it was night time and dark, and over half the lights in the house are out.
entryway
entryway view from top of stairs
front room
family room view from kitchen
fireplace!
kitchen
backyard and park (mostly park)
bedrooms
upstairs bathroom
upstairs laundry
master bedroom
master bathroom (I can't wait to take a bubble bath in that tub!)
After over 4 months of searching for a home, we finally found the perfect one. It's in American Fork, just down the street from the Timpanogos temple, and backed onto a big park with lots of trees. The house has an open floor plan with lots of natural light, yet with a cozy feel. We move in in a couple weeks!
Here's a question for you moms out there: how do you know when to stop feeding your child? Now that Sydney's started adding solid foods to her diet, this has been a question on my mind at every meal. I continue to spoon her out goopy veggies, and she continues to open wide at the sight of the spoon. I thought once she's full she'd just keep her mouth shut. But so far I've had to go by these other confusing signs she gives me (in chronological order, and done at almost every single meal):
- Starts pulling off her bib, but still opens her mouth to eat
- Grabs the spoon from me, but still opens up when I get it back to feed her
- Starts smiling and talking to the dog, but still opens to eat
- Plays peek-a-boo with the bib, but continues to eat
- Buries and smears her messy face all over my shirt, still opening her mouth for more
- Starts looking like she's constipated as her face turns bright red and she makes grunting noises, but still eats
- Starts gagging...opens her mouth for more...then I tell her meal time is over.
Sydney and I have a routine that we do every morning and after every nap:
- Sydney wakes up with little noises
- We dance around the room singing silly, made-up songs
- Sydney helps open the blinds and spends a long time looking outside, banging on the window, and slobbering on the glass
- Sydney plays hide and seek with the curtains, and I pretend that I can't see her through the sheer white fabric
- all the while Haley waits very bored under the crib
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Last night Tommy and I were cuddling and laughing in bed, one of our favorite things. Our heads were nestled close and we were saying silly things that only people say when they're up way past their bedtime.
me: "I wish one of my eyeballs were a camera so I could take a picture of this moment."
Tommy, in a matter-of-fact tone: "Someday they'll actually make a contact lens for your eye that's a camera, and to take a picture you just have to blink. But all the pictures will be black."
I felt a bit silly reading to Sydney when she was only a few weeks old, as she'd stare at the wall like a little blob. But 6 months later, she has definitely become a fan. She loves turning the pages when I'm halfway through a page, and grabbing it from me to suck on the corners.
I made Sydney her first cooked meal today -sweet potatoes. It just seems like such a grown-up, "mom" thing. Maybe it's because I'm not known for cooking a lot, so today was a big day for us!
Also, Sydney had her first true temper tantrum today. While I was drying her off after a bath, she apparently really wanted to drink from the almond oil bottle I was using to lotion her up. I couldn't stop laughing, and that seemed to make her even more mad. Wow. My baby girl is growing up.