The Rabbit Died, Part 2

Rich always says I'm not good at looking for things.

So I guess it's no surprise I went into the crawl space this morning and didn't find anything.



Rich went this afternoon and came out with a trash bag of old fiberglass insulation and what he described as a bloated chipmunk. Now we wait, hoping there was only one.


(The microwave died last night, too.  We didn't dare leave it in the house while we went to buy another one.)  Becca didn't seem bothered, either way.

Four Month Check-up

Height: 25" (75-90%)
Weight: 15 lbs., 12 oz. (90%)

The Rabbit Died

No, I'm not pregnant.

Yes, we had a great Easter, just look at the photos. We boiled eggs, but she fell asleep before we could color them so we stuck 'em in the fridge 'til the smell got to us and we tossed 'em. The chocolate's for me. Rich picked the plastic eggs and matching grass.
There's now an odor coming from Rich's office. If I didn't know better, I'd think that Wedge put his basket in there and forgot to clean the eggs out first. But he's in UT and that hasn't happened since the 80s. From what I can tell, the Easter Bunny got trapped in the crawl space this year. I took a quick peek at the entrance. Looks like he tried to chew his way through the insulation on the door, but it didn't work. So tomorrow either Rich or I will be on an Easter hunt of our own, flashlight in hand, on hands and knees, hunting for Peter Cottontail or one of his little helpers in a 26" high space. The smell is killing me. But Rich has a meeting late tonight and I can't leave Becca in the house alone to go on a vermin hunt. Thank heaven for the Yankee Candle store--mmmmmmm, Butter cream and rotting carcass.

Favorite Books

Becca loves reading. We read several books a day, and she sometimes helps turn the pages (and sometimes just practices opening and closing the books). One of her special favorites is "On the Day You Were Born."  The sharp, bright images have her glued to it every time, and I like the words.  I can now read the last page without crying, too, which helps.  It is an especially cherished gift from Rich's best friend, Brian, and his family, and we're so glad they chose it.  Thanks, guys!

Another one of Becca's favorite books is "Squishy Turtle and Friends," which she often devours.  Although not as science-based as the first one on her list, it's benefit is that it can be manhandled.  My mom bought it for her during her last visit, along with another favorite,

"The Wizard of Oz," a pop-up book.

She actually just injured a tree in Munchkin Land just before falling asleep in my lap a few minutes ago (she's got my thumb gripped tightly).  The tree can be fixed, but I guess I'll have to start holding the book a little further back.  When searching for the picture cover, I bumped into a YouTube video of someone turning the main pages of the book, if you're interested.  Her eyes always get big when you open the pages of her pop-up books.  Even the "Dinosaur Danger" book.

Grandma

Becca sure loves her grandma, and both really enjoyed her recent visit. It was a lot of fun for all of us, and we were sorry to see her go.

The day after she went home, grandma called and I put her on speakerphone--Becca's eyes got really big and she grinned from ear-to-ear as soon as she heard grandma's voice. She's enjoyed video conferencing with Grandma and Grandpa out in Utah ever since. She even got to chat with Great Aunt Phyllis the other day, which was a real treat.
(Yes, that's our living room wall. Jealous?)

Co-"Sleeper"?

I HATE my Co-sleeper. Don't get me wrong--I am definitely not ready to move Becca across the hall, and I love having her close, but the the thing is attached to our bed in such a way that she can shake us awake by slamming her legs down on her bed. And she's getting fonder and fonder of doing it. Just when she started sleeping through the night, without needing a bottle, and just when I started to be able to sleep through the night without panicking that she wasn't waking me up every ten minutes, this happens. So then I roll over and rub her cheek (or get up and change her diaper, if it's the first time of the night) and she goes back to sleep. I don't mind it when it's for diaper changes, but last night she wanted it changed multiple times, and only the first was wet. I think she's getting worse at getting herself back to sleep. I know she's getting worse. I still love her, but she's getting worse.

Working Out?

Woke up at 7 this morning. Lay in bed, coaxing the monkey back to sleep until 7:45 when I decided that those last fifteen (twenty) pounds aren't going to lose themselves. Went to the kitchen to get a water bottle and figured I better heat up water for her bottle, just in case. Made up bottles. Went to the laundry room in search of shoes. Started a load of baby clothes. Went to the bedroom for my Ipod. Monkeygirl was up and acting especially adorable (Dad was changing her). So I fed her and then we both went back to sleep until nine. Maybe I'll do better tomorrow. Maybe I should learn a lesson from my sweet pea:



She seems more than able to get in her exercise.

Slobber Monkey

Our little monkey is obsessed with raspberries. No, not the fruit. I should be so lucky. And Dad isn't helping:

"Remember when you were really little? What sounds did you hear in mommy's tummy?"

"pbthhhhhhhhh"

"What sound do you hear when grandma's in the bathroom?"

"pbthhhhhhhhh"

Charming. Just like when she didn't want to do anything but say "good girl" for a week or so, and only wanted to stand on your lap for about a week, she spends all day and all night making this lovely sound.

Jumperoo

Our little monkey is getting bigger by the minute.  Angie has "coaxed" me into realizing I better start writing this down before we forget.  So we'll see how my follow-through is.