24 weeks!

24 weeks old!

My camera is not turning on at the moment.  It is going to the camera doctor to see what the deal is.  So, no pictures. 

Harper has been enjoying rice cereal, and chewing on her father's knuckles.  And her toys.  And just about everything else.  We know for sure that she does not have dry mouth syndrome.

Sunday morning adventuring

I don't know about Harper but I would be a little creeped out if I had that many eyeballs checkin' me out. 

This is moments before she zonked out for her nap.  She was watching our curtains flutter in the wind and then, with the help of dad's humming and a bottle, she was out. 

5 months!

5 months already?!  That's crazy pants.  But totally true.

21 weeks. "And her vocal chords are fully developed." -Dan

Oh What A Night

We had a rough night last night.  To be fair, it has been a long while so we were probably due.  Harper and I went to bed at 8:30 - a miracle!  At 11, she was crying out in her sleep and couldn't be lulled to peace.  That began the walk around the living room.  We had a thunder and lightning storm, so we watched the rain, and talked about what its like living in Washington, and how it was just a baby rain compared to what she would see there. 

We were both getting super sleepy, so about 1230 I tried to nurse her back to sleep.  She kept latching on then yanking off, waving her arms about and thrashing her head from side to side.  I heard a little burple near 1 AM, lifted her up to keep burping, and then she exploded.  Projectile vomit!  She was soaked, I was soaked, and our sofa was soaked.  Gross. 

Harper, however, was totally proud of herself, and while I was finding new pjs for her and I, she was rolling on the ground laughing and grabbing her toes. 

And then she was up for three more hours.  I did the dishes, started her diapers in the wash, took out the garbage (a little walk in the rain can do a tired momma good), and downloaded the fonts needed to edit our wedding invitations.

Eventually Harper let me lay her down, she eventually let me nurse her, and she eventually slept. 

I'm just glad today is Sunday and I don't have to try and go to work after that. 

Another plus, when I came out to pump this morning, Dan walked in from smoking and I said, "Oh, I thought you were going to have donuts with you." 
"What kind do you want?"
"Cake."
"I'll be right back."

And now I have donuts to eat.