What is That Sound?

Olivia has come up with a new sound that she makes. I know in using descriptive words I cannot do this sound justice, but think of the sound of an old man who has smoked a pack a day for 20 years and the sound that is made on The Family Feud when a wrong answer is given and they throw that red X up on the screen. That my frineds, is Livy's new favorite sound. Pleasant. I have already lined up services with my friend Suzie who is a speech pathologist, as I consider this abusive voice patterns and I know she will end up with nodules on her throat and be threatened into silence or surgery (I don't think Suzie is on board with me, but its too early to tell).

Livy's new favorite food is Guava. I have no idea what it is, I am assuming it is a fruit of some sort. It tastes like grapefruit and is very refreshing (every 7 month old , yes she is 7 months now, needs a refreshing treat like Guava to eat every now and again). She also likes those little puffy things that taste like bananas (I think I like them more than Olivia) and we can't forget the biter biscuits. They make and incredible mess, but man does she like them.

What a Week!

Olivia spent all of last week with two of her big cousins, Maddie and Ella, who came down from Green Bay. We had a great time with the girls and can't wait until next year! I put together a little slide show (Hoops and Yo Yo, from the slide show are now possibly my favorite characters. Listen carefully to what they are saying. Very witty.) Between hanging out at Grandma and Grandpa Mackin's house to Adventureland, the Science Center (twice, grr) slumber parties where we kicked Chuckie Woo out of bed for two nights, making bracelets at a bead shop and having a birthday party for the girls we all kept extremely busy. I even dislocated a bone in the top of my foot in the process (lucky me I some how popped it back in while waiting at the doctor for an hour and a half. No charge for that visit, as my doctor said I fixed myself).

Make a Smilebox slideshow

And she's off....

Olivia is officially crawling! She took her first couple of crawls on Saturday and has been increasing crawls ever since. I have found that if I want her to crawl I have to lay her on her tummy and put an object of interest just out of her reach. That object was her cousin Ella on Saturday and since has become her binky, KB or her stuffed giraffe. However, she rarely crawls on demand. You just have to be watching and catch her. She's tricky like that.

Unfortunately, Livy has come down with some sort of a bug. She has been a BIG snot ball since Friday and absolutely hates when I suck her nose out with that sucky thing. I must say that child has an impressive amount of snot for such a wee one, which of course means that I spend a longer time sucking the stuff out because it just keeps coming. It has dawned on her now that once I am done with the sucker, she can breathe better. The look on her face says, "Oh, I get it". Finally, by Sunday night she had decided that she was no longer going to put up a fight or cry (wait, I mean wail) anymore and just sits back on my lap and lets the sucker do its job. Though, she always thinks I am going to put it in her mouth instead of her nose and opens wide.

Now for the gross part (snot is not gross). We had just gotten home Saturday night, Livy was sitting on Chuck's leg, I was getting Livy's pj's ready and KB was lying on the living room floor. I picked Livy up and Chuck said "Her pant leg is wet for some reason". I then look down and see that Chuck as a huge wet spot on his leg. We quickly found that Olivia had a HUGE blow out. I initially tried to change her on the changing table, but realized that was not going to happen. We ended up filling her tub with water and going directly to the bath, clothes on and all. Let me just pause here and say that there is no possible way that a child of this age can have that much crap in her (well, apparently there is, but you know what I mean). Olivia's left pant leg was full of poop, oh and not just poop, but diarrhea poop, down to her ankle. She had it up her back to her shoulder blades and up her front to her collar bone. Chuck ended up with poopy pants and I had a poopy shirt. The best part, Olivia laughed the entire time.

Lot's Going On!

So, it has been brought to my attention by more than one person that I have been slacking on my posts. And now seeing how much I have to share those people have been correct.

Let's see what's first?

Last Tuesday, Livy and I joind Amanda and Korben for a Mommy and Me class. Unfortunately, this is the ONLY one we will be attending, as I go back to work in four days (UGH)! We did a lot of singing, dancing and playing instruments at Mommy and Me. OK, so I did a lot of singing, dancing and playing instruments and Livy fell asleep in my arms while I was doing all the hard work. Typical baby. . . . . .

On Sunday Livy went to her first ever Iowa State Fair. She was a trooper and did a wonderful job. Of course, I forgot the camera, so no pictures.

After eating carrots multiple times (and liking them) Livy decided that she no longer liked them while Aunt Stacy was babysitting Sunday night (Chuck and I were at the Foreigner/Night Ranger concert at the fair). According to Stacy, who I must say elaborates things, Livy screamed, cried and spit the carrots out all over. I personally just think it was Stacy, but I'll never know.

Monday, Olivia and I went over to Amanda and Korben's for our Pool Party which was cancelled a couple of weeks ago. Livy absolutely LOVED the pool and being in the water. She would kick, splash and lounge back with her arms up on the pools edge. Korben was a little more aprehensive and very serious about the whole ordeal. While changing into her swim suit, Livy was lying on the floor next to Korben and he reached over and grabbed her hand. Adorable I tell you. (See pictures below)

Livy tried chicken (the baby food kind, duh) the other night and literally gagged repeatedly. I thought she was going to throw up at one point. We are done with that. We will be trying chicken and noodles (the baby food kind, duh again) soon. However, she does like the Pear Pineapple fruit I gave her. There is such a larger variety in Stage 2 foods. I am so excited for the Guava and Hawaiin Delight!

And finally, Livy went to bed alst night around 7:40ish. She watched her fishies (Ocean Wonders Aquarium in her bed) and then started crying. I could tell from the sound that she didn't have her good buddy binky in her mouth, so I went to to put him back in. However, to my surprise, binky was gone. Now, I had no clue where he could have went seeing that we have a bumper around the crib bars (dont worry, it's a breathable bumper, which makes it so Livy's arms and legs don't get stuck in between the rails of the crib, which they did repeatedly before this little miracle of a bumper, and which allows her to still breathe without problems when her face is smashed up against it. I know it's breathable bc I stuck my face up to and tried it. Smart, huh?). I looked on the floor, because Olivia has been known to let binky fly a couple of times, but no binky. Then for some reason, I decided to look inside the front of Olivia's sleep sack. Guess who? Apparently, Livy decided she would put binky somewhere safe and sound, but also a place where she couldn't get him back out on her own!

Soooooo BIG!

So, I heard Livy up in her crib after her first of many naps that she takes. After a few minutes she grew quiet. I decided to go check on her thinking that she was fast asleep again. Wrong. As quiet as can be, Livy was trying to crawl in her bed! Apparently, she was trying to keep this a big secret from me. I watched for about 4 or 5 minutes as she would grind her head into the mattress, slide her legs up under her onto her knees and then push up on her arms. She really couldn't do much else, as she was in her sleep sack and it is rather hard to go anywhere in those (or so I assume, I don't personally wear one). Once I got her up I decided to take her FAVORITE toy (her stupid pacifier, she spends endless hours exploring and playing with that thing) and put it just out of her reach in front of her. I layed her on her tummy and prompted her to get on her hands and knees. She did a very good job, but quickly grew tired of this new game and decided to roll around the living room instead. But wait, this is the best part. KB was extremely intrigued by Olivia's new trick and even got down from his comfy perch on the couch to join in the fun. He stood just on the other side of her pacifier, brow furrowed, ears flopped forward but with interest, with his head cocked sideways. He would look from Olivia to me, as if to say "are you really going to allow this"? He then layed down, flopped on his side and went to sleep. Smart dog.

Where's the Love?

WHY THE HECK DOES EVERYONE KEEP VOTING FOR CHUCK ON THESE STINKIN POLLS!

Bettlejuice, Bettlejuice, Bettlejuice!

Olivia had a her 6 month check up and shots today, though it is almost 7 months (not our fault). Anyway, she is doing very well. She weighs 16 pounds 6 ounces, is 26 inches long and still has a stinkin small head! Olivia is in the 50%ile for her wieght and height, but get this, she is in the
3%ile for head circumference. Who the heck doe she get this from? I think it has to be a Bortscheller/Fish because my dad has a big head and my mom's doesn't look small to me, nor do any of my relatives have dinky heads. Who knows. Livy received 3 shots and gave the nurse the "eye" once she was done. I am telling ya, you do not want to be on this kids bad side. She only cried for about 10 seconds and was completely fine once I picked her up. Dr. Wadle said that Olivia can move up to Stage 2 baby food and can start eating more of it (Livy will love this, as she would rather eat food than drink milk any day). She can also have those baby biscuits and puffy cereal baby thingys. I am also not to worry about the fact the Olivia literally punches herself in the right eye socket or on the left side of her head while she is eating. Dr. Wadle's words were "she won't hurt herself". I guess maybe I should have asked if was "normal" as opposed to wether it was hurting her or not!