September September

I came home from work one day to this scene: Chris dozing off while watching a baby show on YouTube with Lily. I feel this photo accurately sums up parenthood during these first months.


Happy baby ready for dinner.


Lily gets the biggest kick out of splashing the raindrops around on our car windows.


We did something dumb. Lily’s baby book has a space for hand and footprints. They don’t do them in the hospital as newborns here so you have to do them on your own and of course by the time we actually remembered to buy an ink pad she was 7 months old already. We thought, “better late than never!” and gave it a shot. Bad idea. Squirmy baby + black ink = a baby book with huge smears on the pages that vaguely resemble hand prints and a baby, daddy and mommy that are covered with ink stains. This picture doesn’t do the damage justice.


Lily loves strumming the guitar and ukulele and I love to think we are bonding over our music time together :)


Happy and cheerful after her nap. (For those of you who have asked, the pajama thing she’s wearing is a Zippadeezip. This girl was addicted to her swaddle until she was over 6 months so we got her a Zippadeezip to try to help her transition out of it. It thankfully worked and her swaddle is long gone now, but she still loves the Zippadeezip and mommy and daddy love their sleep so it has stuck around.)


Beach muppet.


Chomping on zucchini.


As soon as she hit 6 months old Lily started going through a MAJOR mommy phase. Nobody was allowed to hold her or give her attention except for mommy. While it was cute at first, 2 months later a continuously fussy baby who won’t give her poor mom a break starts to wear you down. It made work at the bakery really difficult. She suddenly decided she didn’t want to nap at work unless I was holding and rocking her the entire time and when she was awake she refused to be put down or held by anyone else. If I did manage to get her to play on her own, as soon as she thought I MIGHT walk around a corner, even if it was only for 10 seconds, a meltdown would ensue.  The photo above is the result of Chris getting her out of her carseat and walking 30 seconds to our front door. Poor guy has felt like chopped liver. Everyone keeps saying, “Oh this is such a fun age!” but I can’t say I agree with them. We’re ready for this stage to be over…


But luckily she still has her fun/adorable moments here and there! :)

 

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