Happy Halloween

N (who I'm still thinking of a nickname for) on his first Halloween.

Perfect Pumpkin

And now that I've ruined my ability to post in Blogger by attempting to share a photo, let me assure you all that I am still trying out Wordpress and considering its seductive loveliness.  I suspect that I'll be moving to it within a month and within the next few months, I'll be going Wordpress Pro.  We'll see.  I'll keep you updated on that.  It'll probably happen soon since the service which provides my feed (Feedburner) is dying as well.  Might as well change everything up at once.  The good part of having only six followers is that you can be fairly assured that most of them will follow you to a new blog.  Okay, I'm out for now.  LYLAS.  (Except the one guy who reads this blog.  May he be having the best scary movie month of his life.)


Sorry For The Lack Of Posts

Blogger is being all fucked up in the composing.  I hate to cuss, but there it is.  This means that I'm much more seriously reviewing and considering other blogging mediums.  I do have a prize for the Pinterest posts in September and I have pictures for the October pin I'm doing.  I also have knitted items to post about.  I just don't have a blogging medium I trust. 

I still am thinking about you all.  Hopefully be back to you soon.


The Belly Gets Older

So Cuddly and Cozy
As some of you may, or may not, know, N2's nickname is "Belly".  It has almost nothing to do with her real name and was given to her by me and N.  P is worried that it will cause her some anxiety, but I doubt it will last and it's got a bit of sweetness to it.  Plus, I'm a prime nibbler of baby tummies.

Belly (as will be her new name on the blog) is getting bigger and stronger and smarter.  She's learned which breast she prefers for which meals.  She knows that if she clenches and unclenches her hand, I will pick her up and hold her.  She does not know it means I will nurse her though.

She can sit up.  She can push backwards while on her tummy.  She abhors tummy time though and will roll over when you put her down.  She can drink from a straw.  She can laugh at N's jokes.  Belly is showing independence and curiosity and a desire to be a part of the family in a way she isn't quite yet.  She's still just a tiny bit "the little baby that we carry on our adventures" and she seems to be trying to break free of that.

When I attempt to sit her down now, she locks her legs in an attempt to stand.  She makes whimpering and whining and crying noises when we eat.  She wants food too.  She chatters like a crazy little girl.

When we "read" her touch and feel book, she remembers it and goes right for the textured parts of the page.  If N comes near her, and she tries to grab his hair and shake him.  This causes him to duck and cry and retaliate.  It starts so early.

She's obsessed with cats.  That is how you know she's my daughter.  Belly, the daughter of a ninja kitten.  She'd rather stare at the cats than do anything else.  She likes car naps and hates alone in the bedroom naps.  Sometimes, she gets fussy and only mommy will do for her nap.

Belly is dressed crazily.  Sometimes she'll have on her Sunday finest.  Other times, she's dressed like I went blind during the picking of her clothes.  She's growing into a more distinct look now too.  Earlier, she was N's twin.  Now, she is starting to get her own features that are the Belly's and not just "Oh, that's like N."  Her nails are like mine.  Her lips are like mine.  Her smile is beatific so that must be from P.

I can't believe she's this small.  I can't believe she's growing so quickly.  How is it that I've had her for what seems like forever, but she was just born this year?  I absolutely adore babies.  If I did not have a problem with my stupid veins and my clotting blood, I'd have a billion of them, each sweeter than the last.  As it is, I think she might be last so I try to remember that as I smell the top of her head before I kiss her once again.