According to my calculations, calendar, and the “Ages & Stages” email, DD is 16 weeks old today. Both mommy and dd are doing fantastic!
The big thing that’s happened over these past few weeks with dd: she has found something that was missing since birth. You see, since birth, she could honestly say “her s**t don’t stink”. Yes, there were a few times here and there where it did. But as an average, it wasn’t bad. Tolerable. I’ve smelled worse. We’re not talking flowers here, but we’re not talking gagging either. Slightly fragrant. More cute than anything.
That’s changed…. completely. ɹǝʌo ʇɥbıɹ pǝddı1ɟ. What was white is now black. Good lord. Its like once we started mixing in a bit of that rice cereal into her food, and she got through the “oh crap, something’s stuck” stage, all that stink showed up. Every single bit of it. Even her farts are room clearing.
All was once cute and cuddly, like a kitten tryin to walk for the first time. Aww… the widdle kitty fall down. Now, that cute and cuddly stumbling kitten has turned into an angry tiger with 4 extra claws that has spent a month being poked in the eye with a stick. She’s angry, and she’s letting us know.
The first time I changed one of these weapons of mass destruction, I got wobbly. Yes, I actually did get wobbly. What did dd do? She smiled. I’m not sure if that smile was “look at daddy. he’s funny” or “sucker”. Even the cat left (I think with that tiger). The dog knew better.
My friends, the playing field has changed. I now feel like Michael Keaton in “Mr. Mom“. Someone toss me some gloves.
But hey, with the bad comes the good. Just this week, she learned how to play “peek-a-boo”. As luck would have it, I was able to witness this event today. So dang cute. So I guess that outweighs the other situation.
And in other news…..
We helped Sonja celebrate her 19th 21st birthday about a week ago.
Little shindig set up by JfaP1, MiniMe (mustang?) and LoD over at Casper’s in Eagan. Sonya’s theme was Strawberry Shortcake (should I change the name here?). You’d be surprised how hard it is to find Strawberry Shortcake stuff in the store these days. I recall when SS was all the rage (shut up. I had 2 little sisters…. and i liked dolls). Ah well. I guess that’s what happens to icons these days.
Good food, good people, good times. But I think being a parent ages you by 36 years. We were all wiped out by 9pm. I recall a time when 9pm meant we should probably get ready to start the night. Funny how life changes.
Speaking of change, I think I’m going to try to depart from the structured posts. Ditch the weeklies, as I’ve had the toughest time even keeping up with them. I try to save this event and that event for the weekly, then I get tied up doing 400 other things, and forget what it was I wanted to tell you. I just can’t post like Matt Logelin or DadGoneMad. Would you guys be okay with us just posting as we think about it? After all, I do this for you (well, and maybe me too). What would you like to see? Let me know in comments.
In closing, please keep our family in your prayers. If you’re not the religious type, at least think of us. dd’s Great Grandpa (C’s grandpa, Oz’s pop, RP’s hubby) LP went to the E.R. a few times this week. It’s been a touch and go kinda week for him. Things look to be on the up and up now, and he should be home soon. But still keep us in your thoughts.
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- Sorry J, couldn’t think of something cutesy yet today [↩]