No teeth yet; we're still waiting for them. I've heard that late teeth = healthier teeth and healthier baby. Her newer habits consist of chewing and sucking on her own tongue, and the machine-gun-laugh. She bites anything she can get close to her mouth. Sometimes she bites so hard she hurts her gums and cries.
This weekend we visited my cousin who has a great dane, and Casey's sister who has a large pointer. Avery does her hard laugh at these pups and loves when they get really close to her face. Her and the great dane, Petri, even got to exchange some drool. I'm not too worried about this since it's been determined that dogs mouths are cleaner than humans'.
p.s.
Avery got a webcam for Christmas and can now video chat with anyone in the free world.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
crawl-steps
We've just started calling them that. She can take up to four or five crawl-steps before she's on her belly again and scooting rather than crawling. The times they are a-changin.
We're all getting our colds back. Avery eats 3 square meals a day with 4 to 5 bottles in between. She loves the Christmas tree skirt and her own shadow on the living room floor.
We're all getting our colds back. Avery eats 3 square meals a day with 4 to 5 bottles in between. She loves the Christmas tree skirt and her own shadow on the living room floor.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Remind Me to Tell You About the Grocery Store Killer
Avery wakes up in between 3 and 5 every morning. It is hard to describe what happens during the first few moments of hearing that little chirp on the monitor. Usually I just roll over and in a sad little voice ask Casey if he will get up to go get her. Lucky me, he always does, but not before a few groggy sounds or grumbles- and both of us have still not opened our eyes. We don't know what time it is, just that it's dark and we are getting farther away from sleep.
The night before last, this routine happened again and before getting up to go to Avery's room, Casey tells me to remind him to tell me about the grocery store killer. Ok, I said.
We have both been having very long and detailed dreams and it has become a normal part of the morning to share these crazy subconscious movies we star in. Last night Avery was sitting on a bar stool calling me Lindsay and forming complete sentences in perfectly enunciated English. Casey's dream involved a crazed lunatic who lived in a grocery store that he used to lure people in and murder them. Once they had their carts full they were sent to the back where there was a man selling tickets to a carnival, their shopping cart was taken from them and all of their items returned to the shelves for the next customer/victim. I have been wondering if we've always dreamed this much or if waking up in the middle of every dream lately has just helped us be able to remember them.
In other news, Avery seems to be getting bored with breast feeding. The nipples on all of her bottles have big holes that allow her to inhale 6 ounces of milk in no time flat. Breast feeding takes at least twice the time, and about two minutes into it she ends up getting distracted by other sounds or movements in the room. She'll be seven months old this month so perhaps it's time to completely ween her of teet privileges.
She holds her own bottle when she eats, is pooping three times a day - which usually dirties at least one outfit per day (daycare calls this a "blow out"), and has become an expert at Yoga's downward dog position.
The night before last, this routine happened again and before getting up to go to Avery's room, Casey tells me to remind him to tell me about the grocery store killer. Ok, I said.
We have both been having very long and detailed dreams and it has become a normal part of the morning to share these crazy subconscious movies we star in. Last night Avery was sitting on a bar stool calling me Lindsay and forming complete sentences in perfectly enunciated English. Casey's dream involved a crazed lunatic who lived in a grocery store that he used to lure people in and murder them. Once they had their carts full they were sent to the back where there was a man selling tickets to a carnival, their shopping cart was taken from them and all of their items returned to the shelves for the next customer/victim. I have been wondering if we've always dreamed this much or if waking up in the middle of every dream lately has just helped us be able to remember them.
In other news, Avery seems to be getting bored with breast feeding. The nipples on all of her bottles have big holes that allow her to inhale 6 ounces of milk in no time flat. Breast feeding takes at least twice the time, and about two minutes into it she ends up getting distracted by other sounds or movements in the room. She'll be seven months old this month so perhaps it's time to completely ween her of teet privileges.
She holds her own bottle when she eats, is pooping three times a day - which usually dirties at least one outfit per day (daycare calls this a "blow out"), and has become an expert at Yoga's downward dog position.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I think this to be my favorite picture of our week with you Avery. From chin to posed little hands and all stripes in between! Thank you for a most wonderful Thanksgiving, Avery, Lindsay and Casey. We are so looking forward to your first Christmas.
Oh, and you know, if mommy didn't let you skip school so much your keyboard skills might improve! XO Grammy & Grampa
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