25 January 2015

January 18-25

Gretchen's words: goose (as in "silly goose"), birds, papi (which used to mean Grandma), Gramma, Yiayia (for the priest's wife at our church), kiss, hug, push, pray down ("pray and get down").

Gretchen talks like a first grade reader.  "Daddy.  See Daddy.  See Daddy's water."  She should write books.  :)  Her sentences are beginning to move past this stage, and the effect is diminishing as she strings words together with less obvious pauses between words.  I've been neglecting to mention this habit, though, and don't want to forget before she stops doing it.

We took Gretchen's pacifier away last week.  More accurately, I cut the tip off her pacifier and she decided she didn't need it anymore.  It was much easier than trying to explain to her that her pacifier was missing.  After a couple of rough nights (only one of which was rough in the middle of the night) and a few more rough naptimes, Gretchen has accepted her pacifier-less state.  She does seem to take longer to fall asleep, but I think that's mostly because we can hear her babbling now.

Bryan's 12th day of Christmas present ended up being a little late.  Fortunately for his wife, Old Calendar Christmas exists, so he just got a 10th day of Old Calendar Christmas gift instead.  I wanted to make him a double-layered hooded robe for his commute (and for working in our still unheated basement), but I had to get the pattern from Justine when we were all in Michigan, and then I got sick, and then I was catching up with other things after being sick...  But it finally got done, and he says that it is wonderfully warm.  :)

Our house is on the market!  Yes, we moved four months ago...  We lived close enough to go fix things up, though, but not close enough to get it done in a timely manner.  And after we got things repainted, we weren't back in Springfield to sign papers for the realtor for another month.  All the papers have been signed now and the keys have been given to the proper people, so it's just a matter of waiting for someone to come buy it.

When we visited the Kleins on Thursday, Steph helped me give Gretchen her first haircut.  And when I say "Steph helped me," I mean that Steph cut Gretchen's hair and I kept Gretchen looking the correct direction most of the time.  :)  All we did was trim off the mullety look that most toddler girls apparently get as their heads and hair grow at different rates.  She took her first haircut much better than Olivia took hers (unfortunately, I can't find the post about Olivia sobbing through her first haircut, or I'd link to it for you).  Found it.

Olivia is still here, too, but apparently she didn't do anything new or exciting this week.  :-P

Pictures:
Gretchen and Daddy:


Found -- two stowaways.  Finally Uno Moo is complete again!

Gretchen's haircut:




Proof of Pregnancy (29 wks, 6 days):

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