Evey's First Father's Day

What?  A day specially made to appreciate Poppa?  What a wonderful concept!  Evelyn LOVES her Poppa, and she was happy to hang out through brunch to meet up with Tag after his round of golf (in 100 degree weather...ugh!  Now that's dedication to a sport.)

We went to brunch in honor of Opa, who is a cherished father indeed. 

So Evey got to spend some fun time with her doting grandparents (she was determined to steal Opa's spoon off the table....Oma was obviously a helpful accomplice. Who can deny this child anything?)

It was a lovely afternoon.  We are so blessed to have such caring, loving fathers in our lives.

No More Sweet Yellow Poo....

Things you never think you'll say... I will miss that sweet yellow poo that Evelyn had for so long as an exclusively breast-fed baby. She's introduced various solid (smushed, pureed, liquified solid) foods into her diet now and the poo is definitely not yellow anymore, and it ain't so sweet either. Ah well. It was fun while it lasted. Good thing Tag gets most of the morning diaper changes (those are the mighty-mighty diaper filling episodes).

Our precious Evey is almost 7 months old now.  Good Ness.  She seems to enjoy this age as much as we do -- so much energy and happiness.  And she's figured out the scooching thing -- not very elegant, lots of leg flailing and grunting, but she gets herself across the carpet.  Amazing.  I can't believe crawling is already here (didn't I just give birth to this bundle of joy ???).

No teeth yet, but drool drool drool yes.  They make her wear a bib at daycare.  Probably a good idea at home too, but I just hate how they look on her.  Goofy.  Tag encourages me to get over it -- the drool must be managed.  Okay, okay.  Better than a soaked carpet I guess.

Had her first experience in the baby pool this weekend -- seems to enjoy water!  She splish-splashed and scooted all around in the pool - can't wait to try a real pool!  That will be very fun -- ordered her swimsuit on-line (CUTE!!) and it should arrive this week.  We'll test it out next weekend at the club pool.

They call her the "cheerleader" at daycare -- if I keep her home with me for a day they miss her and call the house asking, "Where is our cheerleader?! We miss her!"  Smile smile smile. I swear there isn't a happier baby on the face of the earth.  We took her to brunch after church today and she didn't really get a chance for her morning nap - I was a little concerned for her, and our friends were more than a bit anxious about the six month old joining us for a relaxing brunch, but I tell ya -- she blew everybody away.  Flirting with the waitstaff and passing guests, blowing raspberries and growling happily as she chewed her toys and edge of the table, she was the epitomy of a perfectly charming baby girl.  And proof that she was completely exhausted?  The minute she hit the carseat she was out like a light.

I couldn't be more grateful for this amazing, healthy, happy baby.  If it were possible I'd have 5 more like her.  But, as they say, quit while you're ahead -- the first baby convinces you to have another, and the second convinces you that two's enough (!).

Sleep Deprivation and the Full-Time Workin' Mom Treadmill

Started daycare this week.  Now I get the gist of what being sleep deprived really is...  The new schedule has Tag and I partnering up to limit the hours that Evey spends in the daycare. 

I get out of bed at 5am, walk and feed the dogs, get myself showered and dressed (which is no simple task...the clothes that I set out the night before, in an effort to be efficient, quite often don't work.  With these nursing boobs and pregnancy hips, it's slim pickin's in the closet these days), gather up the stuff to pump and store milk at the office, feed Evey and get out the door by 6:15 so I can make it to work before 7 so I can beat rush hour and leave the office by 4 to pick up my darling little one from daycare before 5pm.  So far so good.  The morning walk is balmy and the sun starts to rise so it's not so bad.  Winter will be a test of my mettle...dark and cold do not a happy early morning Heidi make.  Of course it's all completely worth it to be able to spend that extra hour with my sweetpea in the evening.  I just wish I didn't have to miss the smiley playful baby that she is in the mornings - she always wakes up so happy.  Which leads me to Tag's schedule.

Tag wakes up at 5am and/or 6am to help Evey settle back into sleep once I've left, and then snoozes until about 7 and takes care of changing, dressing, sometimes feeding, and then packing up Evey and her daycare essentials, dropping her by the daycare around the corner and starting his workday by 8:30.

Evelyn seems to have adjusted pretty well -- she likes the caretakers and they adore her.  We just have a teeny tiny problem napping during the day....  It's a small collection of 20 minute cat naps, and it's just not doing the trick.  By the time I pick her up in the late afternoon she's got blue shadows for eyelids and she crashes into full-on sleep when I get her home.  Which breaks my heart because of course all I want to do is interact with her and get my dose of Evey smiles for the day.  Good thing we're still co-sleeping or I'd have to find a way to crawl in next to her in the crib for the night (!).

It will get better, I know that.  For Week One it really was quite successful.  I didn't even cry at work!  And now we're starting a decadent 3 day holiday weekend with lots of time for play and cuddling.  And sleep.  Amen!!

Sharing a Milestone

On May 18th, Evey turned 6 months (24 weeks) and Keagan turned 21 years (1,092 weeks).  Quite a big day for Poppa Tag (!). 

To honor the milestone for Keagan, he received a very fine accoustic guitar that should serve him well for decades to come -- Tag was so proud to give it to him.  Keagan is quite the guitar player already, so he starting strumming and picking the instant he got it into his hands (big happy grin spread across his face). 

To honor the milestone for Evey, she received her 6 month shots.  Poor baby girl.  I assured her that her 21st birthday would be more fun.  She actually endured the event like a real trooper -- screamed in shock and pain during the shots, but quickly recovered when I took her into my arms.  It was only when the nurse tried to give her back her pacifier that she started screaming again.  I made that mean nurse go away and then Evey was fine   =;-)

Little Miss Personality is starting to appreciate her siblings more and more.  Even the furry ones are starting to fall under her spell....

Tag, of course, has his own special ways of bonding with Evelyn. 

Some of them Mamma Heidi approves of (way to go Ergo-Dad!!)

 

and some, she does not....

 

23 weeks

Best Darn 23 weeks ever.  Personality is really coming out now. 

We took her to the Memphis Symphony Orchestra "Picnic in the Park" performance on Saturday evening.  Everybody sets up picnics on the lawn at the Dixon Gardens and enjoys the musical performance of our fabulous symphony.  Everybody, that is, except those circling the Graham picnic -- they were all engaged with our flirty little show-off who would roll across the blanket and arch backwards to charm her "fans" on the right, and then roll back the other way to giggle at the fans on her left.  All eyes were on her and she ate it right up.  Boy, are we in for it.

Katelyn, who's been taking such great care of her, leaves town in early June, and daycare is looming right around the corner.  These two are really going to miss each other.  They have quite a happy bond.  I believe Evey's well adjusted personality is due in part to Katelyn's gentle, humored care.  She will make a tremendous mom someday.

We've started tasting Rice Cereal -- I say tasting because I'm not sure any of it actually made it to her stomach to be considered "eating" rice cereal.  Evey stares at us while we eat, and especially wants to drink out of any cup/mug/glass that she sees us raise to our lips.  So I said, "fine," and decided to let her try cereal before her 6th month (it was my goal to wait until 6 months).  At least she had fun taste testing...

I look back at her early photos and can't believe the dramatic changes in her size.  She's quite a chunkster these days (wow, really, you should see her calves...we're talking herculean).  Cuter than anything I can think of.  I am madly in love with this child.

Springing back memories

Last year at this time I was secretly pregnant (we told the boys and our parents on mother's day).  Crazy to think about...so much has changed!  Last year, I juggled priorities at work (we were down a man all year) and made it through my first trimester without anybody knowing (hard to do; I was so exhausted that I would almost fall asleep sitting upright) and then I learned in July about the passing of a dear friend and, as power of attorney, I needed to help manage her estate.  I didn't even start setting up the nursery until probably October.  It was all so incredibly surreal.  Now I'm sitting here with Evey beside me, entertaining herself by pulling a blanket over her head, smiling and squealing.  Love it love it love it.  Such a cool journey this has been so far.

Tag is Evey's favorite person -- she never fails to give him the biggest smile her face can accomodate.  They play tickle games and Evey laughs and laughs -- adorable.  I never get tired of watching them together.

Katelyn has been Evey's caregiver when I'm working in the mornings and she's so great with her.  Very gentle, always amused at Evey's goofy singing and playing, and impressed by Evey's progress each week. Such a God-send.  We'll miss her when she goes back to school out east.

My parents, "Oma & Opa", have been covering caregiver duty for me also, and it's so great to have them nearby.  Evey is going to have so much fun playing in Oma's kitchen, building camp fires with Opa.....but for now, she gets nursery rhymes sung to her in dutch and Opa's renditions of  "I've been workin' on the railroad" and "Rub a Dub Dub" (he is soooo cute with her -- she adores her Opa).

Evey and I like to take trips to the grocery and the garden nursery -- she seems to enjoy a daily venture out into the world.  She quietly takes in the views and never fails to give the gift of an apple-cheek smile to a friendly cashier or fellow shopper.

I've been asked if she's a redhead....I don't think so, but it sure seems like it at times.  I think it's because her scalp sometimes glows pinkish...  But maybe she'll end up like her cousin Graham, with a full head of wonderful RED hair!

My friend Karen was telling me how her boys retained the personalities they had as babies -- if that's the case with Evey we're going to have a houseful of singing, chattering, activity and adventure!  She's discovered her toes, and her favorite way to wake up in the morning is to sing and yell, alternately grabbing her toes and arching her back, working her way across the mattress until she can bury her head in a pillow, which brings on gleeful squealing and leg kicking.  Quite the morning workout routine.  No signs of crawling yet, thank goodness, but when she decides to she can worm her way across the floor on her back -- I guess it will be a while before she grows hair on the back of her head...

Hands Full

 

Can't believe it's been a month since the last post -- Time is FLYIN' !!

I've had my hands full, working from home, tackling some last projects on the homefront, and trying to sort out the best daycare situation for Evelyn when I go back to the office full-time.  By some miracle we got into this great little church daycare that will give Evey a nurturing and loving environment when we can't be with her. Huge relief.  I can sleep at night now.

I'm not even sure where to begin on the updates -- You would not recognize this little go-getter.  Evey is a bundle of energy, and she uses it in Full Effect.  The universe has definitely sent a counter-balance to the generally quiet ways of Evey's momma & poppa...We are in for some excitement with this little one.

Talking?  Non-stop chatter, cooing, squealing - you name it, we sing that tune.

Sitting up?  No problem.  Got it mastered.  Except when she decides to suddenly, and for no apparent reason, sling her body backwards - in which case she either bonks her head on the floor, or is saved by the strategically placed boppy (momma's a quick study).

Standing?  Scary, but true, she LOVES to practice standing.  All we have to do is hold onto her hands and she stands firmly, huge gummy grin spread across her face, with some hip wobbling thrown in for drama.  She will stand up from a seated position (5 months old and already doing impressive squats.  holy moly), and gets very frustrated when we don't figure out that it's "standing time" and try to lay her down somewhere.

Everyone who meets her falls immediately under her spell -- she's a total charmer.  Even the photographer was cooing over her (she wanted to grab his camera, but opted to get a grip on his finger instead).  We'll see what happens when she hits the "strangers are scary" phase (around 9 months I guess?).  We're in no hurry of course -- these past 5 months have been too much fun -- trying to soak up every precious bit of it that we can...