If you search for the word “sick” on this blog, here are a few of the results: Mary Virginia’s nine month update Mary Virginia’s eight month update Mary Virginia’s seven month update Mary Virginia’s six month update Enough already. I’m not going to talk about sickness or having fevers, even though that’s probably the thing
Mary Virginia is 9 months old. Actually, she’s 9 months, one week and four days old. If you’re wondering why this post is so late, it’s because the east coast of the United States of America celebrated daylight savings time right after she turned nine months. That means we lost an hour, which means the
Mary Virginia is eight months old. It seems unbelievable to me because when she was a newborn, I assumed that by now I’d have my act together. Floors vacuumed, regular showers, dinner on the table at a reasonable time. And all I can think about is that most working moms get 12 weeks of maternity
By now, these snow pictures are two snows old. This is before the southern snowstorm that’s currently outside, before the three-inch snow-pacolypse that knocked out our power, left us without internet and cancelled schools for a week, and after the “2014 Cold Wave” better known as the Polar Vortex. This was our first snow, a typical
Mary Virginia is still in her baby tub, but this is technically their first bath together. And OH MY GOODNESS the fun! The splashing! The giggles! The bubbles! As soon as I pulled out the camera David turned around, faced the wall, and refused to look up. “No picture, Mommy.” No amount of bribery, trickery, or
Don’t take this the wrong way, Month Seven, but you were not our favorite. You were supposed to be festive and fun, but you were rude, vindictive and selfish. Sure, there were bright spots. There were Christmas dresses and family sleepovers and eight loaves of cinnamon bread; but it was all enjoyed through the grey
Mary Virginia turned 6 months old over a week ago. In this case, it’s a good thing this post is late because if I wrote it on time I wouldn’t have been able to include that, just a few days after her 6-month birthday, Mary Virginia started crawling. Her crawling is slow and deliberate. She
The other day I thought, “Mary Virginia’s five and a half months old. Wonder if she can sit up on her own.” So I plopped her on the ground. And guess what? She totally can.
What they say about being more relaxed with your second child is true. For example, I didn’t let David try Diet Coke until he was at least six months old. She also got her first fever a lot sooner, and got bonked in the head with a toy guitar WAY before David did. I’m hoping this phenomenon
I feel like we’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Mary Virginia is five months old. Next month we’ll start solids, she’ll sit up, soon enough she’ll be crawling and then she’ll move out and start screening my calls. Last month I thought we’d reached the cute, cuddly, roly-poly baby stage, but this month