apparently one day olds can eat solids.

and crawl.
she crawls now.
she took her first crawl steps on her sixth month birthday.
i can't handle.


i had stella yesterday.
yesterday i was in the hospital.
with a brand new baby.
and today she is eating.
and crawling.

with this kid i said i wasn't going to start feeding until she was around 8 months.
she doesn't need actual food. it's messy. it takes too long. i'm busy enough. boobs will do.

but,
this babe wasn't gaining enough weight.
so after a quick trip to the gi, i was told i needed to supplement with formula and i should start her on cereal.
since i rarely listen to my doctors, we ignored all of the above and went straight for the good stuff.

that rice cereal is nasty.
it reminds me of boxed mashed potatoes.
blech.
i wasn't subjecting my bebe to that stuff when there were yummy, healthy options to be had, right?

she obvi loves it.

how is my sweet pea already all grown up?

chili cuz it's chilly

so here we are.

it's december people.

i just put a pair of six month pajamas on my three and a half month daughter.

i just don't get it.

i need at least one to stay little.

i can't change that you say?

ok, guess i'll just have another baby.

wait.

what?

i kid.

i kid.

we made our first batch of winter chili.

and by we, i mean me.

and this kid?

has started doing something new.

he makes the face below

while while saying

moaw. moaw. moaw. moaw. moaw. moaw.

moaw. moaw.

did you guess more?

you were right.

the funny part isn't the moaw.

no my friends.

it's the intensity and the pitch change at each progressive moaw.

higher

and higher

and higher.

in the end? it's like mariah carey high.

and girlfriend still loves her some food.

so far cantaloupe is the only thing she doesn't like.

smart kid.

that stuff is boo.

she used to not like raw spinach but she's come around.

again, smart kid.

and it appears as though the boy has become a vegetarian.
he and meat broke up about a month ago.

unless it's fried.

again, smart kid.

last night he literally ate every bean in his chili successfully dodging all pieces of meat.

the new cutest thing that they do?

i know.

i know.

i die.

notice the death grip on the high chair?

they pull each other closer so they can feed each other.

chloe will fill her spoon and say "bye, bye? bubba?"

that means bite, bite? bubba?

obviously.

feeding themselves sloppy meals almost always results in a soak.

it's just easier.

they were so good today.

thank you, jesus.

because this girl

quit sleeping.

it happened like six weeks ago.

i didn't want to tell you guys because i know it's my fault.

and i was hoping it was just a phase.

my cousin angie told me a long time ago

"never talk about the no hitter"

and i did.

way too early apparently.

sweet girl, have mercy on my soul.

waking up six times a night is no good.

no good i tell you.

but do you want to know what's funny?

i always say to matt,

"is six times a night normal?"

"it's not that bad, is it?"

"i mean, it feels bad on my crazy mind but is six times really that bad?"

i feel like it isn't because the twins would wake up like 62 times a night.

jk

jk

i'm exaggerating, it was really like 58 times.

so six times still doesn't feel that bad.

help me.

how did you sleep train your child?

with the twins we made them cry it out (in a less harsh way) but they were seven months.

i don't think i can wait that long with this sweet pea but i am no where near ready to do that tonight.

tomorrow? maybe, but not tonight.

so flood me with amazing advice por favor.

now if you'll excuse me i must get back to this.

and my fingers are sticky from the s'more i am eating
making it difficult to type.

I Scream

My mom made the twins hommeade organic ice cream.

I think they liked it.

almost there

but not quite.
i will be 40 weeks monday.
today is saturday.

i have been eating like it is my last day.

kind of like

i might as well eat it since i might not be pregnant tomorrow.

guess what?
between you and me?

i know i'll be pregnant tomorrow
but
it's kind of like
every night i think........this could be my last chance to eat like a glutton.
which clearly is enough for me to justify the disgusting things i continue to put in my mouth.

among my favorites?
this bad boy.



the strawberry pillow.

i can't handle it.

i think about them non stop.

among my other favs this go round are

pie crust. no filling. just a little bit of the sugary cornstarch stuff and crust.

starbucks blueberry scones.

tijuana flats ice

pasta
churros
cake. no frosting. just cake. actually, i freeze cake. and eat it frozen. it's devine.

peanut butter

french fries

and pretty much anything else you shouldn't eat on the reg.

i have gained 36 pounds.

3 of which came last week.

i got cocky.

i gained 1/2 of a pound over the past three weeks and clearly thought i could maintain that.

oops.

whatev.

i'm not worried about it.

after baby i will get back to business.

i gained 63 pounds with the twins and it took 6 1/2 months to lose it so hopefully that "it's harder to lose weight the second time around" nonsense is

just

that.

nonsense.

i mean a girl can dream, right?

now if you'll excuse me, i have a strawberry pillow to devour.

oh.....p.s. i am due monday.

like not tomorrow

but the next day.

and i have been dilated one centimeter for three weeks now.

so it's looking like baby girl is going to arrive in style, fashionably late.

to be honest, that is just fine by me.

a wise woman once told me they are a lot easier to manage inside than they are outside.

i learned that she was right about 6 minutes after the twins were born.

hot dogs with mustard and some catch up

so a lot of you know i may go overboard on the healthy eating train but it's important to me.
and one of the best thing about having kids is you get to make the rules.
all of them.
for a mild control freak this is an amazing thing.

however, i have probably lost some credibility.
but really, can you blame me?

we were heading to busch gardens to meet sweet emma for her birthday and it was pouring rain.
we weren't just going to sit in the parking lot and wait for it to let up.
especially when mel's is right down the street.
and it's a rule in my fam, when you go to busch gardens, you go to mel's.

my kids are official tampa kids now.
they've had a hot dog from mel's.

my brother, sister and i love mel's and it was a staple in our childhood.
so being the freak of carrying on traditions that i am, i had no choice but to let them indulge.

and yes, i know how disgusting hot dogs are and it will probably be another year before they have another one. so pipe down fellow health freaks. and news flash........hot dogs from mel's don't count.

so there.

after mel's we made it to busch gardens fat, happy and the rain had stopped.

we met up with the birthday girl and headed for the train.

have i told you guys how much chlo loves animals?

it is so flippin precious.

she loves, loves, loves them.

she starts laughing when she sees them.

she kisses them.

she won't kiss me but pass her a stuffed horse and she is making out within seconds.

she loves books with animals, plastic animals, stuffed animals.

she is just straight up in love.

so obvi we took a train ride to see the animals. i thought she would die.

but.

nahhh so much.

she had more fun playing on the train with her cousin and bubba.



bubba spent the day gator rolling out of whoever's (whomever's? lora, help me out here) arms were holding him and trying to get off the train.

not happenin'.

we did see some pretty animals and made it off the train just in time for the torrential downpour.



we ran through the hurricane to to the exit to meet uncle nick at first aid where he was told he would need staples.

in his head.

ew.

he slashed his head open on elmo's tree house.

so all in all it was an insane day but really, what else would you expect around here.