Sunday, February 24, 2013

Bye!

Felicity is so funny.  Lately when I am rocking her before a nap or better, she'll stop drinking her pre-sleep water and wave at me.  "Bye!", she'll say, waving, then she shakes her head "no" over and over.  I have less than no idea what in the hell she is talking about.  I think by "bye" she means "hi" but I don't have any idea why she's shaking her head no.  Sometimes she puts her hands over her eyes and says "pah-boo!", while she's lying there.

She's great, although this week, she is really annoying me with her sleep.  She woke up two nights this week and was up from 1-5 and then from 1-4 a.m.  That, as my sister would say, is super no bueno but what can you do?  Veronica did it too, I just pray it doesn't last.

I didn't take her for her 15 month appointment, I think at this stage I'm going to skip it and catch up by her 18 month appointment.  She is doing just fine, really coming into her own and I'm bullish for the future.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Sixteen months

Felicity is 16 months old, can you believe it?  Little baby Felicity, 16 months old.  She is great, although right now she has an ear infection and what is probably Fifth's Disease.  Today is Day 21 of the work on our house, and Felicity and I are SICK OF IT!  She is the most affected, the poor thing, she can't take a nap at all, ugh, it's awful.  Today we came home after dropping off the girls and we hung out for a while while they tore up the floor and then they starting using this saw and Oh My LORD, she was like, WHAT IS THAT? So we bugged out of here, we went to Target to buy Valentine's for the kids and then we went to Mike's office and got him and went to IHOP for pancakes for Fat Tuesday.  She ate so well, sausage, eggs, pancakes, she went to TOWN on that food.  She is a good eater, although she won't drink milk anymore.  I try to make it up with cheese and yogurt, we'll see.  I haven't taken her for her fifteen month appointment yet, I have been busy and then she was sick, so we'll go soon.  I'm not worried, she seems fine.  She is pretty clingy lately, but who can tell why?  She is pretty much always tired because she can never take a damned nap.

Why are contractors such jerks, I'd like to know?  Why must they torture me and take so much longer than they say they will?  I guess if they could have a real job, where they had to show up every day and work for EIGHT HOURS in a row, they would.  But they can't, so instead they come to my house and make a mess and a lot of noise for four or five hours and then call it a day.  BIG JERKS.  Felicity and I DON'T LIKE THEM.