Mobile Baby

Libby is officially crawling! She pulls on the cat, swats at the dog, and grabs Emma's stuff. Emma is slowly learning to spread her stuff out on the kitchen table instead of the den floor. Libby has been shoved, pushed and hit by Emma this week as Libby has found Emma's belongings to be irrisistable. Emma says "Chase me, Libby!" But Libby isn't quite fast enough for that yet! It is hard to cook dinner or get any work done without picking her up and putting her somewhere safe several times. She gets too close to the raised brick hearth, or too close to the power cords, or will get stuck under a chair or stool on her belly. I know you are all thinking, get the playpen out . . . but she just learned to crawl - she's having fun!

Last week I finally figured out how to give both girls a bath at the same time and now Emma has a "nakey bathtime dance" - she really is hilarious. At least Libby and I think so.

10 Months

Here is Libby, who now has four teeth and has figured out how to get herself into a sitting position and go every direction except forward! She says mama, dada, dog (well at least I think she says it!). She thinks Emma is the best thing in her world, and can be comforted by her easily. She eats mostly regular food like rice, toast, cheese, noodles, yogurt, green beans and even pizza. Her favorite is a grilled cheese sandwich - and she can eat the whole thing! All that's left on the plate is the crust.

He Keeps Me in Stitches

Well, unlike our last "sick weekend", we made it out of the house this weekend. Saturday we went out to a party, and Sunday we had a small superbowl party at our place. The weather was nice, so we were able to take the kids outside and play. Monday arrived and things were going well, Libby took her morning nap, I straightened up the house and started some laundry, then I sat down to lunch with the girls when Chucky came in the door with his hand bleeding. He cut himself while working with his machete, on the inside of his left pinky finger, right where it bends. I told him to go straight to the doctor and get some stitches, but he just washed it and put a band-aid on and went back to work. He called me a little later from the doctor's office and told me the only reason he went is so I wouldn't fuss at him anymore about it. Good. He got three stitches, but it's in a place that's hard to keep still and dry.

While I was cooking dinner, Emma, Libby and Chucky were playing in the floor. Libby got a little too close to Emma and pulled her hair really good. Emma yelled and pushed Libby, and of course Libby fell over in the kitchen floor. Chucky sat up and smacked Emma's leg and told her to go to timeout. I picked up Libby and realized she had a dirty diaper, so handed her to Chucky so I could finish cooking dinner. Chucky tried to change her diaper, but he couldn't hold down the wriggling baby and avoid poop and clean poop all at the same time with his hurt finger, so I went upstairs to help with that. There was blood on Libby's leg! OK so Chucky's stitches ripped out somewhere between the hair getting pulled and the poopy diaper. Great. I told him he couldn't go back to the doctor in the morning and tell him that his stitches ripped out when he beat his kid. Geez. It is now an Oliver story. It was all a little boring until the stitches ripped out, now it's definitely ours.