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The blog wants to die but I will not let it!

I cannot tell you how many times I have planned to blog at night after the kids are in bed, but it just doesn't happen.  Too busy living life to write about it.  But I don't want to forget the little things.  And I do forget.  Marc always reminds me of little things from our past almost TEN years together (ten years, wow!) and I have no recollection.  This scares me.  I can kill in some Teen Jeopardy tournaments...key word "Teen"...but I don't remember moments from my own life.  Sometimes at the end of the day, I yearn to just sit and stare.  Stare my friends.  Who stares anymore?  Maybe I'll just call it meditating so I won't scare my friends away.

 

This is so me.  I love this movie. 

 

Look at our lil 'Lil!  Now almost eight months old.

 

 

Numerous nicknames, as is custom being half Schroeder:

Ol' Lil

Lillers

Monkey

Goober

Spit Up Girl

Lil' Missy

Happy Happy

Quick to laugh, easy to please, a joy.  She played the other day with a bag of croutons for an hour.  Like her brother, she enjoys to suck on a cool, wet rag occasionally.  Unlike her brother, she considers solid food unpalatable and acts insulted if I insist she eats more than three bites.  She got one laugh by spitting out her food ONE time, and now she does it EVERY time trying to get laughs.  No worries, at her 6 month appointment she was 18lbs, 80% percentile in weight and 70% in height with a 50% head.  I think this is as dainty as my babies can get.  I will be booking a massage right after I get done writing this. 

 

Lily is not the hugest fan of schedules.  This is not her fault, since birth we have been in the car running her brother around so she flows with it.  Night sleeping is still not very consistent.  As soon as we get a week of regular sleeping, it will be something...a cold, teething, hunger....that will wake her up for a week or so.  It doesn't bother me too much anymore, since she's been falling asleep on her own for so long and she's quick to get back to sleep.  I guess she's got a legit reason to wake up!

I am still nursing.  My goal was six months, but now I think I'll just go for a year.  It's so easy now and it's helping me lose weight.  And it's my only time to sit down in the day.  That's the real reason.

She has finally outgrown the spit-up stage.  Hallelujah!  Some of my clothes will never be the same.  And no I haven't been eating fried chicken and dropping it all over my shirts.  That is the stain it leaves, my friends.  A lovely grease stain.  Excuse for a shopping spree.

 

She's been sitting up since six and a half months and I have caught her on video crawling once but she hasn't done it again YET.  And she has already pulled up to standing on the learning table. 

Like everything in her life so far, she is a fast learner and ready to go!  And I am scared and curled up in the fetal position in the corner fearing for my future.

 

I am sort of obsessed with her.  We played dress up one Saturday when we were bored.

Her hair has gotten quite a bit lighter from when she was born, but it's still a pretty dark brown shade with some blond highlights.  Her cowlicks are insane.  Her best style is either the old man combover or the faux hawk.  Her eyes are a beautiful blue color and have gotten lighter too....very similar to big bro.  And she has one Henry eyebrow!  She now has her two bottom teeth and such a beautiful smile, if you can get her to stop sticking out her tongue!

 

Watching Toy Story.  Henry is obsessed with all three of the movies.  And I am too actually...I find myself laughing out loud at them. 

And she loves to swing!!  I sound like a total goof in this video because I was so surprised she liked it.  Henry would just hang there and give me this look like, "This is supposed to be fun?"  As soon as she got in there, she was in heaven.  

 

 

 Baths too!  And she wants to swim.  I have to hold her back.

 

 He hung out in her Exersaucer for thirty minutes one day, just playing.  Don't knock the baby toys.

 

Oh, how could I forget about Christmas?  Well actually I could since we were all drugged up most of it.  I got sick about four days before we were supposed to leave for Texas.  I still think I had some sort of flu.  Body aches, fever, cough.  I felt horrible!  And both kids caught it the day before we left.  You want to see panic?  The faces of the other first class passengers on the plane when we came on holding a toddler and a baby.  Merry Christmas fools!  No, seriously, I drugged both of them up pretty good.  And not just because we were flying.  They were both seriously ill!  Marc was the only one that emerged unscathed.  Even my mom and dad got it.  So...we didn't get many pictures this year.

 

 

Henry had his first preschool Christmas program.  It was hilarious!

 I can't figure out this kid sometimes.  His facial expressions....sigh.  This was the face he made during the whole thing.  THIS FACE.  I call it his Frankenstein face.  No singing.  Just Frankenstein.  I swear he has a built-it bullshit detector.  So many things that normal children seem to enjoy, he seems to already be beyond it and react like a fifteen year old teenager.  Like a preschool program?!  That's so lame.

 Not amused. 

 

Sweet girl

 

 Henry was so excited about Christmas this year.  Santa brought him a ride-on excavator and a Radio Flyer wagon.  I'll never forget him coming down the stairs and into the living room, getting a look at his excavator for the first time and saying, "It's fancy.  It's a fancy excavator."

 

He continues to crack us up with his expressions. 

These are actual things he's said the past couple weeks.

 

"C'mon mom.  Take a chance."

 

"20 years ago, Gramps was a construction worker."

 

"You are the best mommy in my whole world!"

 

"Gee-maw's on the phone?  Put her on speaker."

 

"Mom, you are a sweet man."

 

"Lily is the best brother."

 

"Romeo, oh romeo.  Wherefore art thou Romeo?"

(For a split second I thought he could be a genius.  Then I realized it's in a clip in Toy Story 3)

 

I made him a special cookie for Valentines, in the shape of a heart with sprinkles on it.  He loves sprinkles and cookies, so I thought he would love it of course.  He takes one bite and says, "Mom, I don't like it.  Don't worry, it's not your fault."

 

At least he's polite.  Bullshit detector.

 

 

Love,  Lyndsey