5 Months

See my new skirt?

I'm watching you, Sophie...

The little Princess, looking over her kingdom.

Guitar solo!

The Little is not just an infant anymore, she's a real Baby!  Before she was born, five months seemed so old and so far away, but we're already here!  She's traded in so many aspects of her infancy.  She has replaced her slender figure with soft and delicious little rolls of fat.  She no longer needs to be snuggled to sleep, but will go to sleep on her own once we kiss her good-night.  She can entertain herself with almost anything without any help.
We recently started using Parent Directed Feeding, which keeps your baby on a constant rotation of eat-play-sleep.  Now she naps for 15 minutes before every feeding, and seems a lot happier lately.  She also goes to sleep easier, I think because she knows that's the expectation.
We finally moved her crib out of our room this week and into the living room.  I'm hoping that she'll sleep longer during the night without us around to disturb her sleep.
She loves to touch everything, and inspect things with her hands.  She always wakes me up in the morning by touching my lips and my nose, and when I open my eyes I see a very inquisitive little face looking back at me.  If you give her toys, she'll whip them around in the air until they fly off into the distance, then she'll marvel at her little hands wondering where her toys went.  She likes to inspect everything from mirrors and windows, to the carpet, couch upholstery and bedsheets.
While most of her jabber still consists of lip buzzing, she is slowly building up her repertoire of sounds.  Just this morning she looked over at David and started shouting, "Dadadadadadadadada!"  You might say it's coincidence, but I'm pretty sure I've got my very own child genius.
I'm starting to make this a little too long, but there's still so much to say!  So bear with me, because Little is about to start CRAWLING.  eek!  Last night, David and I watched as she pushed her chest up off of the floor and spun in a circle trying to play with every toy within arm's reach.  My heart jumped out of my chest, partly from pride and partly from fear because we haven't BABYPROOFED yet! Again, eek!(!!!!)  This is especially scary because only two days ago, she couldn't even do half a push-up, now she's a baby yoga master!  Lord, help me!
She's also eating cereal now, and that's so entertaining, it might even warrant it's own post.
Her favorite things this month include bouncing (especially to the tune of "Prim, Prim, Prim"), being tossed in the air, watching Mommy dance, hearing Mommy sing gospel choir songs, kisses, Peekaboo, being naked, having her fingers and toes nibbled on, and sponge-baths.
And her least favorite thing this month is pooping.

 

P.S.  Congratulations to my favorite Baby Blogger, Melissa.  She's having more!!!!  Yay!  http://dearbabyblog.com/post/2083026766/dear-everyone-this-is-a-letter-from-us-there#disqus_thread

Thanksgiving Recap

Thanksgiving was nothing less than amazing.  It was our first Thanksgiving as a family an I cooked for hours.  We spent most the weekend rolling on the floor, watching movies and eating left-overs.

On the Menu:
Candied Walnut Gorgonzola Salad
Green Beans with Hazelnuts and Lemon
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Skillet Cornbread
UNBELEVIABLY delicious Cornish Game Hens
Pumpkin Pie

 

 

 

 

The Medieval Kitchen

Yesterday was not a good day.  I got sick, and I’m not sure why, but about 2pm I got a migraine and started vomiting.  I also called the bus company today hoping someone had returned my wallet from Friday, but no one had.  But I do have a delicious peach pie, and I’m sure I’ll thoroughly enjoy it once I can stomach it.

The day before, I was feeling southern and domestic so I decided to have some kitchen fun.  I made my peach pie, which was way easier than it should have been.  All you do is cover peaches in sugar, flour and cinnamon and throw them in a crust.  I almost feel guilty that it tastes so good when I hardly had to work for it.

I did realize something though, that I probably knew all along but never really understood, that I have an extremely under-equipped kitchen.  There are so many reasons that I might as well make a list:

• Rolling Pin:  I didn’t figure this one out until it was time to roll out my top crust for my pie.  Quick Fix: peanut butter jar
• Basting Brush:  How do you brush the top of your pie with milk?  With your fingers, of course
• Can Opener: Too bad I bought all that canned soup…
• Blender: How do you make green monster smoothies with no blender?  You don’t.   And you can forget about that chocolate banana shake too.
• Mixer:  This one really isn’t a big deal if you want to tone your arms and you own a wooden spoon
• Wooden Spoon  …
• Tea Kettle:  Although, I suppose my 4qt saucepan could do the trick.  But what kind of barista doesn’t own a tea kettle, or a French press for that matter?
• And while we’re on the subject, a tea pot would be nice, if I ever do have any hot water to make it with.

Then just when I am about to throw a fit because I can’t make yet another mouth-wateringly delicious recipe, I see this:

And her mouth is watering all over her favorite giraffe. 

How can I be upset?  It’s just not fair.