Would You Like Fries With That?

It's been a long time since I updated the blog. Life has a way of getting in the way. Last night was a hallmark in our lives: Mom and Dad had a date out without the baby. Oh, we've been to work with Jenny at home, and we've been out to dinner with Baby B in tow. But last night was Mom's annual Christmas gathering for work and the College Foundation, so Jenny came over to watch the baby and Margaret and Patricia helped Jenny do that. Other than the fact that I experienced let-down several times throughout the even and had no one to relieve the pressure, it was a good night. We got home and Brigid had fallen asleep on Margaret with the help of Jenny and a bottle. But she was awake not long after Jenny left and Daddy tried transferring her to the crib. Then she managed to wake every hour and a half like clockwork, stressed out and rooting. She managed to get through most of yesterday without a nap, so that might account for her fitful sleep at night. Contrary to popular belief, if you miss a nap in the day, you don't necessarily make up for it at night.

Baby B is also more and more interested in food she can shovel into her own mouth by her own hand. Although she sure likes the boob at night, she shows a real interest in other nourishment throughout the day. I made a grilled-cheese sandwich yesterday and gave her a smidgeon of a piece to see what she thought. Well, hallelujah! She wanted more and shoveled it in faster than I could break off pea-size pieces. But she also found Gerber carrots with mango to be pretty tasty, too. It's a good thing that she's doing so many squats as she stands, squats, stands, squats, stands, etc., because she's burning off those calories. Her legs are solid, Michelin Man-esque from the workouts she's been getting. She'll let go of things for longer and longer periods, feeling out her balance. She'll squat down but not touch down, then stand up again, all the while not holding on to anything. It's amazing to watch but also a little sad because it means she's getting closer all the time to independent mobility.

We put the Christmas tree up yesterday but didn't decorate it yet. It's pre-lit (had to go artificial a couple years ago when Margaret was diagnosed with allergies to pine). I thought Baby B would be transfixed by the lights, but she hasn't shown the least bit of interest, at least not that I've noticed. We'll decorate soon and maybe then I'll be lamenting the time when she didn't show the least bit of interest!