Our week in review. All the stuff that wasn’t fully blog-worthy, but made me laugh nonetheless…
Sunday we went to the Lab Rescue race, right? The funniest thing of the whole day (which, when you’re surrounded by hundreds of goofy dogs and their equally (or exceedingly) goofy owners is saying something) was one family. Surrounded by 75+ pound dogs were two scrawny shitzu mixes. In a baby stroller. Seriously. Seriously???
Monday my friend Alison and I went to the lakes over by our house and took Piper, and her two little boys, for a walk around and then a picnic lunch at the playground. It’s only a couple miles down the road, and sadly, it was the first time we’ve been (but I won’t admit that…). Both the babies fell asleep in the strollers on the way around, but Piper woke up pretty much as soon as we stopped. A little bit later, when Noah woke up, Piper got excited. Really excited. She loves Noah, and really loves Jacob, Noah’s excellent big brother. We let the babies play together for a few minutes when I started signing “baby” to Piper. She looked at me like I was crazy. That may be a difficult concept to grasp…
For Tuesday? Suffice it to say I love watching the expressions on cashiers faces when you explain to them that yes, you are, indeed, looking for 3 month sizes for your one-year-old child. They think you’re crazy until you try them on, and they see for themselves that you are, in fact, not crazy. At least not about that.
Wednesday night I made Luke go to the store with me to try and get some new finger foods for Piper. I’d really like it if she would feed herself more, but I haven’t really given her the opportunity to try a whole meal because we’ve been so consumed (no pun intended) with the calories. I thought maybe she’d like canned peas- they’d be just the right size, and a little mushy, too. Boy, was I wrong! Peas? Still a no-go. Period. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Thankyouverymuch. The handy (again, no pun intended) part is that they roll right out of her mouth. No work needed!
Piper’s sleep schedule is completely. out. of. whack. Completely. And it’s driving me nuts. Anyway, she woke up a few times Thursday in the middle of the night. I’d go in to her room (as she was screaming), and find her face down, pointing the other direction from where we laid her down. My conclusion? She’s trying to get into sitting by herself. In her sleep. Apparently that’s how a little girl learns. Whatever. So long as she figures it out, and doesn’t suffocate herself in the meantime, I guess it’ll do.
I spent the entirety of a 45 minute car ride (while Luke was driving, I assure you) on Friday trying to get on video the funny faces (and sounds) Piper makes when she’s being silly. And she’ll actually sign “silly” while she’s doing it. Goofy kid. Of course, any time I got the camera on, she’d stop because she was too interested in it (despite the fact that she always sees the camera). Instead of her funny face, this is what I got. Is it a bad sign that her stubbornness is already starting to show???
Piper helped vacuum the house on Saturday morning. By “help”, I mean chasing me around the house in pursuit of the cord as I try to keep it away from her. Yeah. Vacuuming is so fun.