As the Fab Four approached the 18-month mark, life around the house started to get a little less predictable.
4 Jude drank an entire glass of papaya juice at breakfast this morning. That's my boy!
12 Baby Einstein, you are my savior on a thunderstorm-y morning like today.
|Practicing sitting on the couch (16 months)|
left to right: Isaac, Dahlia, Lucia, and Jude
12 Uh oh. Dahlia puked twice this evening: once all over the living room (Isaac enjoyed splashing his hands in it) and once alllll over her crib. :(
26 Took the kids to visit the high-risk L&D unit and my maternal-fetal specialists' office for the first time today ... fun times, but now I am BEAT. Hope the kids take a looooong nap today.
27 Decompressing after an inexplicably loud morning.
|Watching Daddy mow the lawn (17 months)|
left to right: Dahlia, Isaac, Jude, and Lucia
8 While I'm fixing breakfast, Ted reports, "Lucy just walked up to Dahlia, ripped the pacifier out of her mouth, and shoved the babydoll in her face." Ah, toddler crimes.
5 Lucy just pointed at Oprah and said, "Mama!" What??!! I rarely even watch Oprah!
26 I hate it when the kids are in bed and a random baby cries on the TV. Freaks me out every time.
|First time in the pool (18 months)|
left to right: Lucia, Jude, Isaac, and Dahlia
29 Today Lucy ate only ketchup for lunch. No fish sticks, no tater tots, no fruit. Just ketchup. If I needed proof that she is my daughter, this would be it.
30 I'm about to go all vigilante on the person who keeps ringing our bell and running away while we're putting the kids to bed for the night. Yes, I'm old.