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The cow jumping over the moon

Three loads of laundry to be folded, the dishwasher to be emptied and dinner to be made. But Amelia wants to read Goodnight, Moon for the sixth time in a row, so….

“In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon, and a picture of….”

7 months

I was a week late taking Amelia’s 7 month photos, and now that I’m finally posting them, it’s two weeks late. Here’s how Amelia feels about that.

AAAAaaaaaaahhhh!!

Shoo, she doesn’t scare me. I know that as long as I let her play with the calendar she’ll be just fine.

Uh oh, here come the screams again.

Ah, that looks comfy.

And now, for comparison
calendar pic
Can it possibly be the same baby??

Insert Clever Title Here

I have so much and yet so little to say.

I’ve been fighting with our printer for two days. When Mama says print, she means print! Don’t make me come over there and plug the computer in with the USB! That defeats the whole purpose of wireless printing. UGH.

The Etsy shops are staying busy. We’re sponsors over at Under the Sycamore this month. I may have been obsessed with that blog and all its great DIY projects for a little while before the munchkin was born. But I can neither confirm nor deny. Anyway, our little shop is featured over there this month and we are excited!

Amelia met her cousin Nathan today. You’d think that I’d have all kinds of cute photos to share, but alas; I always choke under pressure and forget to get the camera out. Plus, I was busy trying to get my little Mama’s girl to let her Aunt & Uncle hold her. She’s going through an “All Mama, All the Time” phase, so a weekend with her grandparents and aunts and uncles in town should be all smiles for her. Or not. She did much better with everyone after she had a little nap and time to adjust her attitude, so here’s hoping a good night’s sleep cures her of what ails her.

And on that note, I’m off to get my own good night’s sleep. Until 12:30am, when my little sidekick will decide she needs me. It’s tough being a Mama’s girl.

Baby Food

Mmmmm….pears.

Is it bad that I want to steal food from my 7 month old daughter? It can’t be bad, can it? Those pears are just so good!

Making baby food really isn’t that bad when it turns out so good. Pear puree = delicious. Who knew that pears cooked in a little water and then blended up could be so so nummy? Babies, that’s who.

Carrots get the same treatment. Also good. Roasted sweet potatoes pureed with a little water? Yes, please. Although I’m afraid I must revert to my childhood ways and say, “Dem peas is nasty. Bleck.”

My Gramma Jane got me this great “how-to” baby food book.

And even if the basic recipes are just “cook veggie, puree with water” it has some great big kid recipes too. Not sure I’ll be making “pan-roasted salmon ¬†with lentils, rice, french beans, and spinach pesto” anytime soon…but hey, a girl can dream, right?

If you’re not making your own baby food, good for you. You may actually have some free time to take a shower. If you are making your own baby, even good-er for you. Just make sure you don’t eat it all.

Auntie Em

Amelia loves her Auntie Emma. Thanks to a fortuitous turn of events, Grammy, Auntie Emma, and Uncle Nate have landed here in Nashville. If you thought the child was spoiled before, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

The weather was beautiful here today, so we spent some time outside on the picnic blanket. baby plays outside

Everything is all fun and games…

…until it’s not.

picnic blanket

Embrace the Camera. Edition: It’s a video!

As mentioned yesterday, the Fake Gag. Joined by its friend, Peas in the Nose.

She’s a crazy one. And she’ll do anything to prevent the food from actually going in her belly.

Does it count for Embrace the Camera if we aren’t actually in the video but you can hear our voices? I’m going with yes. Join the fun over at the Anderson’s!

I can do it myself

Our girl likes to put everything in her mouth. It’s a bit of an obsession really. And she doesn’t want just anything in her mouth, she wants things that she’s not supposed to have. Grass. Books. Cell phones. Hair. Really, she’s not picky. As long as you don’t try to feed it to her, she’ll eat it.

Pureed peas on a spoon? No thank you. Pureed peas frozen into an ice cube that she can feed herself? Yes, please.

Or, her new favorite – apple cores.

Hmmm, I finks I should eats you.

sitting in bumbo, eating apple

You so nummy.

baby eats apple

We’ll always be friends, right, apple core?

baby eats apple

What a delicious, sticky mess.