6 Months

How is it that Delilah is already 6 months old? Wasn't it just last week that I was over due? Wasn't it just a few days ago that I was complaining of C-Section pain? And wasn't it just yesterday that I was cuddling my sweet newborn and smelling her hair? It's scary how fast time can pass sometimes. Well, her she is on her big half birthday. She wouldn't smile. This is as good as it gets.

Delilah is such a stoic little person. She is not at all like Brock, who would smile his face off for anybody. Stranger or not, that kid never stopped smiling. Delilah is just more reserved I guess. She does smile though, if you do this-

Chuck her high in the sky! A few things about Missy D are- she has a lovie. She sleeps with it snuggled up by her face every night. She is somewhat mobile. She rolls all over the place to get to her toys. She loves tummy time. Delilah isn't great at sitting though. We try to practice sitting up and she just arches her back and wants to stand. We are still working on that. Still no teeth, but we have tried some solids. She like cereal and sweet potatoes ok. She really love those Gerber puff things. That is all we have tried, although she is always grabbing at our food. She still refuses a bottle. We are really trying to get her to take one, Tim and I would like to have a little vacation, but can't unless she caves and takes the bottle! Delilah loves to sleep at night, but not durning the day. I have given up on trying to get her on a schedule. Brock had a solid nap schedule, but nothing doing with her. I put her down when she is sleepy and... well she usually just cries. Thank goodness for 6:30 bedtime!

And because no post would be complete with out the B man, here he is with his favorite train!

I'm Popular

I'm having one of those days. Ya know, the one that starts much too early? The one where it's noon and I'm still in my jammies? The one where Brock wants to be my best friend forever and never leave my side? Ya, that day. Today. Don't get me wrong, I love my little BFF, to the moon and BACK, but sometimes a mother just needs a little space.

Brock entertaining Delilah. He is good at that and she LOVES him!

Lately Tim and I have been talking about Brock's TV time. Does he watch too much? Is he going to warp his brain? Will he become obese?!? It's true. TV is the #1 cause of childhood obesity! Before we sat down and talked about it I thought he didn't watch too much. B's TV time went like this- and hour of cartoons in the am while eating breakfast, a movie in the afternoon during "naps" and then Tim comes home and Brock usually watches whatever Dad watches {football, barf}. So that adds up... fast. More that I thought anyway. So we decided to cut morning TV. We listen to Disney Radio on Pandora instead. It's working great. 'Cept one little thing... Brock wants to hang out with Mom a lot more!

"Helping" Mom figure out the new lightbox for photography. No this isn't how you use it.

I love spending time with the little man. But somethings are just easier alone. Like making cinnamon rolls. Brock loves to help me bake. I usually don't mind, but today he turned the mixer on a little too early and a little to fast and well, flour went all over my kitchen. Then I was cleaning it up, he is again trying to help and I ended up getting kicked in the face. Twice. Sigh.

trying to get a picture of Delilah rolling over...so Brock is also trying to get a picture of Delilah

And here is where the internal debate begins. Oh it would just be so much easier to turn on the tube and let him veg out. AKA so I can veg out {or clean, fold laundry, go to the bathroom in peace}. But, if I let him watch a cartoon will his brain turn to slush? I mean what really goes on up there anyway? {please see below}

So after a little thought and after tripping over him twice while trying to put towels away, I myself threw in the towel and decided to turn something on. Word World. At least it's educational right? He knows all his letters and their sounds, maybe he'll learn to read too. I think it may be ok to indulge his television habit every once in a while. But only with good stuff, educational stuff. Which is hard because Spongebob is just so captivating. But sometimes, just sometimes, mom needs a breather.

I do love my little buddy to pieces though. When he snuggles up to me and says "I love you, Mom" -all by himself- He could ask for anything. TV and candy all day and I'd gladly oblige {he loves me!}. Good thing he is only 3 and hasn't learned the master power of manipulation yet. But when he does... I'll be in trouble!

Happy Birthday to ME

Well, I am now 26. I am now closer to 30 then to 20. Boo-Hoo. I am growing up so fast! And I don't like it one bit! However, Tim and I did have a fantastic evening out. They are few and far between and most treasured. For my birthday, we decided to go to the melting pot. You can't go to the Melting Pot and not go all out, so that is what we did. The whole 4 course meal!

The ever handsome Timothy-
Me {please ignore the grey hairs...} and my.... pokers.... not sure what these are called.
Cooking our dinner. Tim and I both tried Duck for the first time. It was seriously delish. The shrimp and pepper crusted flank steak weren't too bad either.
They brought this plate out with dessert. They also made me a "cheesey" birthday card, signed by the staff. How thoughtful!
Eating a banana dipped in the banana's Foster chocolate fondu. This was to die for. I'd had 2 other dessert fondu's at the Melting Pot and this was by far the BEST!
All in all I had a great birthday! But any day spent with my lovelies is a great day in my book!

First Cereal

How is my baby girl old enough for rice cereal? I wish I could put her in the freezer so she would stop growing. Do you think that would work? Any who, we decided to try a little rice cereal because Miss D is constantly grabbing at our food and trying to sneek bites. She has even tasted a variety of sauces. Here is what Delilah thought about cereal-

"Really Dad? You're going to share? I've hit the jackpot now!"

"C'mon, gimmie, gimmie gimmie!"

"Well... that's different..."

"What Mom? What! What am supposed to do with this stuff anyway?"

And after a few bites and handfuls she was done and ready for a bath. I think she liked it ok. I'm sure it doesn't taste that great, and of course, nothing beats Mommy's milk!

I Dub Thee.... FAILED!

Welp. Huh.

I got a sewing machine for Christmas and have been itching to use it. There are so many tutorials online that make cute stuff. And they make it look "sew" simple. Now, I haven't sewn a thing since like Jr High, and all I did was sew some pj's together. Didn't cut the pattern or prep the machine. SO when it comes to sewing, to say I am coming apart at the seams is an understatement!

I enlisted the help of my friend Jo, a seasoned sewer. Under her watchful eye and gentle guiding, I made this-

A circle skirt. I think it's pretty cute. And it WAS easy. I thought I was ready to tackle a small project by myself. Boy, was I wrong. I found this tut and thought it looked easy enough. Repurpose and old sweater into a bag. I had 2 old sweaters sitting in my DI pile, so I figured these would work just fine. I decided to try this cream colored sweater first, since I had a feeling the end product wouldn't be stellar. I was getting rid of it because of a small stain. See arrow-

Well, well, well. The first step is to cut. Easy enough, right?!? Nope. Apparently I need to revisit first grade so I can learn to cut straight. - True Story- I did break my right elbow in first grade and had a cast for a very long time. There is a great chance I missed out on cutting straight lines lesson- Not much better even with a ruler and a marker {at this point I kinda figured this bag was never going to see the light of day, but kept plowing on anyway, ya'know just for practice}

Ugh. Ugly horrible cutting. And a got a blue mark on my otherwise white computer. Dang you sharpie!

Well, this is the best part of the whole ordeal, sewing the straps together. That one spot looks ok.

And this is as far as I got. There is no hope for this project. Delilah had woken up and was crying, and Brock wouldn't shut up about oatmeal. I was supposed to sew the brown fabric to the sweater and then flip it inside out {or rightside in??} but, got soooo off while trying to sew it together. As you can see by the bag part under it, well just look-

Yuck what was I thinking?!? I can't sew! Not even close! In my incredibly small defense the sweater I chose was kind of stretchy, so that may have caused the puckering{I'm sure stitch length and tension and that crap could have made a difference, but I really know nothing about all that}, and the ribs are close together and deep, which may have made for difficult cutting.... Maybe I'm trying to down play my failure a little bit...SO I know there are some great sewers who read my little blog. Can you point me in the direction of some easy things to start off with?

Perhaps the other sweater's fate wont be so disastrous!