Since 100% of our family and 60% of our friends live outside the state of Oregon, I do need to occasionally indulge in a Lydia post. Ya know what I'm sayin'?
The mamas and the papas need to see their grand baby. So, if babies make you gag, if you find their rolls of fat revolting, or if you have adverse reactions to sweetness, you should leave this blog post now. Go to people.com and read about Charlie Sheen or something.
She has 7 teeth and one more just about to poke through.
She still usually takes two naps a day, but she has been changing up her schedule, pushing her morning nap later. I think this is her trying to transition from two naps to one. She sleeps through the night (Hallelujah!) from about 7 p.m. to about 7:45 a.m. It took her 10 months to sleep through the night and I am still catching up, often taking a nap when she does. I don't feel guilty about it, either.
Yesterday Lydia was playing around the kitchen while I was cleaning up breakfast. When I turned around I saw this:
She has a playroom now, which is great for a number of reasons. First, her toys aren't scattered all over the house. Second, she loves it. My mom and I set it all up when she was visiting a few weeks ago.
Lydia loves going outside. She loves rocks, but hates grass.
Yesterday we were outside playing and accidentally brought a ladybug in the house with us. Thinking I could have one of those sweet moments where the baby sits there and watches the ladybug/caterpillar/butterfly crawl around her pudgy baby hand, I showed her the critter. And before I could do anything, she picked it up and squished it between her fingers with a gag-inducing CRUNCH.
It was gross.