The New Gerber Baby

Scooter

After Vada's toe nails were dry and her belly was nice and full I laid her in her crib for a nap.

I covered her up and tucked her in. About ten minutes later I checked in on her. I was slightly amazed at what I saw. She scooted herself up to the head of the crib. Ive seen her scoot before. Actually I haven't physically seen her do it, just the after effect. So, I stayed by the door. Quietly waiting. Hoping to see how she was doing it. I stood there for a good five minutes and not so much a peep came from her. I had figured she fell back asleep. So I left the room to go finish getting dinner ready. Because she had moved so drastically I kept checking on her every couple of minutes. By the third check up Vada had some how scooter herself even further up. So far that her neck was bent, and her face was slightly touching the bumper. After checking to make sure she could still breathe okay I snapped another picture. She use to sleep with me all of the time and burring her face into my neck, very similar to what she was doing during this nap, was the only way she could sleep. She's my little scooter. I wonder if this is a sign that she's going to be mobile soon?!?

Polished Piggies

Vada and I have been left behind by the "big" girls again. Jasmine and Kiliegh have ventured out into our neighborhood this summer for the first time since we've lived here. Up until a few weeks ago we thought that they were the only girls in this area. Come to find out there are two girls, sisters, both Jasmine's and Kilieghs ages. The funny thing is that these two girls have lived there longer than we have. There are about five other girls with in walking distance of our house. Needless to say Jasmine and Kiliegh have been exerting their independence a lot.

Today I decided to finally take off my old nail polish and put a fresh coat on. Its very rare that I remember, at a convenient time, to do things like this. Usually, I remember while im in a waiting room looking down at my half painted toe nails. Or at one in the morning as im deliriously climbing into bed. So, I laid Vada down next to me on her play mat and began to remove what polish was left from last months painting.

Usually when its just Vada and I, I talk to her about everything that I am doing. She seems to really enjoy our conversations together. That, or she smiles because she thinks i'm a nut. Maybe a little bit of both.

As I was removing my polish I realized that she had stopped looking at her toys and was starring at me, so I began to tell her about the color I had choose, *Royal Rajah Ruby*, one of my favorites from OPI. I'm sure she was interested. Once all of the old polish was off I began to put on the new color and I started saying that rhyme "this Little Piggies". She continued looking at me and smiling. So naturally once I finished my toes I began on hers. Her piggies however had a color that suited her better, *Nice Color, Eh?* (That's NOT a question. That's the name.)

Straight to the Mouth

I heard this joke once. About this student and his teacher. The teacher was trying to teach the child how to use hand eye coordination. The child was struggling and the teacher said something along the line of; "If you can touch your finger to your nose three times in a row, I will buy you an ice cream cone." Of course the child wants the ice cream so he practices and practices. Finally the child achieves the goal and the teacher keeps her end of the bargin, only to have the child miss his mouth and ended up smashing the ice cream onto his forehead.



I'm sure I botched the joke, but I think you get the picture. It was a cute joke, something that probably did happen to many children in some way or another. Every time I watch Vada study at her hand and then attempt to do something with it, I think of that joke. Especially when she does something like stick her finger up my nose!

A Trip to Trinity

Something happened earlier in the week that had me concerned about Vada. I had been keeping an eye on her behavior and noticed several things that seemed "off". So I took her to visit her primary. I'll be the first to admit, when it comes to my children I worry, maybe too much, but lets face I know my children better than anyone.I think most mother's do. Vada's primary sent us to get a sonogram of her liver. He was concerned that there might be something wrong with it, but also stated it could just be bruised.



Turns out that not only was her liver fine and she did very well having the sonogram done. Not that she ever has had a problem with them. She should be deemed a pro by now, shes had more done than most adults will ever have. I'm pretty for sure that she did so well partly because she had her big sister enteraining her. Jasmine is so incredibly good with Vada. I am so proud of the sister she is.