You shoulda seen the other kid, ma!

Miss Siri had her first visit to Urgent Care this week.  After learning to crawl on Monday, her mother stupidly set her on top of the bed Tuesday afternoon and then turned around for three seconds.  That's all it took for the young daredevil to fling herself head first onto the hardwood floor.  Completely freaked out, her mom rushed her over to the pediatricians office to be checked out.  Other than a large purple goose egg on her forehead, a chipped front tooth and what is surely a raging headache, she is fine.  The doctor assured Siri's distraught mother that "these things happen" and that "it's okay." 

She may have a colossal shiner as a result of her fall, but is looking better than expected today.  She has not been deterred by this incident and is merrily crawling about the house, singing, babbling and looking for floor detritus to eat and cats and brothers to torture, much to her mother's relief.

And it's still &%(#ing Winter

Ok, that's it.  I've had it.  Most of the snow had melted except for the six foot glaciers at the ends of the alleys.  It's rained.  It's been 50+ degrees.  And, now today, another winter storm.  No, I'm not surprised.  I've lived in Minnesota my whole life.  I'm just so friggin' sick of it!  This winter has been really, really long.  And maddening.  I didn't dare tempt fate by pulling the plastic off the windows last week like I really wanted to, but we got the storm anyway.  All of this coupled with the fact that the baby still doesn't sleep through the night makes me want to cry.  Mommy kind of hates you at 2:30am, dear.  I keep reminding myself how lucky we are and how wonderful the children are and how I have everything I ever wanted (except a career, ahem) and that the snow will eventually melt and everything will come up and grow again and we'll be able to smell the dirt and nap in the grass and watch outdoor baseball... but, today, today its still fucking winter.  And I need a nap.

Cooking Supper

Siri at Nine Months

Yep, the girl is still huge.  While most babies start to even out in the second half of their first year, our darling daughter continues to be the heavyweight champ of the playpen.  Her pediatrician predicts that she will be 5'10" as an adult.  Here are the stats:

Height: 29 3/4 inches - 96th percentile

Weight: 22 lbs 5 ounces - 95th percentile

Head: 17 7/8 inches - 85th percentile

6 teeth

She is also working very hard on learning to crawl and talk, but has yet to figure either out. 

Go, Siri, go!

Hanging Out

February

Top 5 Baby Injustices

(In order of grievousness)

1. Face Washing

2. The Booger Sucker

3. Socks

4. The Putting on of Jammies

5. The Rectal Thermometer