Tuesday, April 28, 2009

There she goes with the eyebrows again...

sami scowl
Originally uploaded by MrsSuperSpy
LOL! I swear, this baby is never grumpy. It's just hilarious when she makes this face. I think she was wondering what the heck the big black thing I pointed at her was.

Oh, and she has learned to make a new noise...it involves lots of spitty bubbles, obviously.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Miss Samantha is 4 months old...

Can you believe it? I can't! Friday, the 3rd, my baby was 4 months old! I'm a little late posting this because we were really busy on Friday and Saturday - and then we decided to do a whole lot of nothing on Sunday!

Friday we went for Sami's 4 month appt and it went great! She is weighing in at a hefty 9 pounds and 10 ounces. Yes, I know I said that she weighed that last week, but since then I have discovered that the scale must have read 9 pounds 1.0 ounces. Oops. Anyway, she has gained almost 6 pounds and grown exactly 6 inches. What a big, strong girl! We are so proud of her. Plus, the best news of the appt was that she is at or above her actual age developmentally! WooHoo! The Dr. had always said that she should be expected to reach milestones according to her adjusted age - this would mean treating her as though she was born on her due date (1-5). However, when he asked what "new tricks" she had learned he was very impressed. She is rolling over, holding her head up, smiling, laughing, following everyone with her eyes and head and really just being very social. In fact, when Dr. G went to examine her she couldn't stop smiling up at him! It was very sweet. I think that she is the most social baby we've had. It's just amazing to me that she's so tiny yet so smart and so "normal". In fact, I think I asked the Dr. something along those lines...oh well. He already thinks I'm goofy - why not add to it, right?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A funny for April Fools Day...

Picture this...

Pete and I quietly watching tv in our room. A sweet baby sleeping in her bassinet feet away. Suddenly, the door busts open to a red faced, yelling PJ, holding out a small piece of paper. We shush him and ask what the problem is. He holds of the piece of paper and tells us that THIS is the problem. We ask what it is and he replies "it's a picture Jesse drew of you kicking my butt!". Now, honestly, that's funny. So, I couldn't help but bust out laughing. Oops, wrong thing to do. PJ turned an even darker shade of red and replied in a growl, yell, cry "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" He then crumpled up the paper, threw it on our bed, stomped out of the room and slammed the door. Of course, my sweet baby is awake by now - although she's already realized that PJ is great entertainment, so she's just laying there listening. You'd think that maybe it was over now - well, you'd be wrong. I pick up the baby, I'm trying to rock/walk her back to sleep, but I'm laughing too hard. I have to hand her over to Pete because I end up shaking her rather than rocking her. Then I notice the paper on the bed. I can't help but look at it- and actually, it was a very good drawing. He had even labeled the stick figures. As I'm laughing Jesse comes in the room. "Am I really in trouble? PJ says I'm in trouble." We send him back to bed and continue laughing. But, we can still hear them arguing in their room. So, I go to the door and listen to what they are saying. Lots of "you're in big trouble" "no I'm not" Then came the kickers...

PJ, you're so stupid

Oh yeah, well you're small and stupid

Well, you're big and stupid

Well, you're smaller than Sami

(small whimpering)

Well, you're poop

Well, you're horse poop

Well, you're alligator poop

Well, you're horse, alligator and dog poop

This continued for awhile, and yes, I stood outside the door and listened. Eventually it turned into a good 'ol fashioned game of rifle, rocket launcher, hand grenade. You know that one, right?

All is well, though. Just this weekend Jesse announced he was never going to get married. I told him he was going to be awfully lonely all by himself.

J- I won't be lonely

S- Well, who will you live with?

J- I'm going to live with PJ

S- You are? Where?

J- Up north

P- Ya, in an old cabin

All this without missing a beat. It has apparently been planned out for awhile now. These days they are contemplating the kind of dog they will each have. So far PJ is deciding between a Boxer and a Husky and Jesse is undecided.