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Back in the game of life.

What's up?  Long time no see, right?  Sorry about that.  It's been busy.  I'm trying to recover from September, which has fully kicked my butt-- that's how busy we've been.  Anyway, onto the updates!

This is our thinking chair (otherwise known as a time out chair in most households).  Last week, on my way out the door for work, I saw that a certain mouse had been bad and was put in the thinking chair by Bug for an all-nighter...blindfolded.  I wonder what Minnie did to deserve that. Ha!
Bug trying out all the beds at IKEA...not that we were buying any.  Her crib turns into a toddler bed.  However, we're not planning on moving her into one anytime soon.  The kid has no desire to jump/climb out of her crib and I have no particular desire to stay awake in case Bug crawls out of bed and gets herself into trouble. See, I hear all these stories about parents who have children who run into their rooms when they wake up.  My kid- no way.  She'd wake up, find something to do silently and we'd be left to deal and I'm just not ready for that.  I'm also not ready to deal with her throwing herself out of her bed at night.  Unlike most kids who will randomly fall to the floor from their toddler beds, Bug would throw herself off.  As it is, in her sleep, she throws herself from one side to the other, chasing things in the air while she dreams.  So, until Bug has any desire to get out of her bed (or her cute little legs decide to grow so they could reach the top of the crib), she's staying put and we will not be converting our crib to a toddler bed. 

Uncle Scott and Daddy playing with Buggy.


Best friends.  These three have been friends since Bug was 5 months, L was 7 months, and C was 9 months.

Quality Lo time.

Lately, Bug has grown an attachment to Mom.  This is awesome.  I really do appreciate this because it allows for a lot of cuddle time, kisses, and lounging around with my favorite baby girl.  She'll push me aside sooner or later for her friends, so I'll take it while I can get it.  I do feel bad for Dad, though.  He's quickly been pushed aside by Bug since her recent dependency on Mom.  He hates it.  He's so used to being her buddy.  These days, it's all about her best friends- G, L, and Mom.  Seriously?  I'm grouped with 2 year olds.  ::sigh::

Mommy:  "Bug, who's your best friend?  Is it Mom?"
Bug:  "No.  L and G are my best friends."
Mommy:  "What about Mom?"
Bug:  "Okay.  L, G, and Mom are my best friends.  Don't cry, Mom.  Be happy."

Sad.

I recall my own Mama asking me to be her best friend and it took years, but after awhile I realized she really was one of my best friends.  Hopefully one day Bug will grow to respect me as her mother, but also maybe consider me her friend. 

Other than that, all is well in the D household. We're surviving the 2's and quickly gaining back a social life that includes mostly of park dates, dinners, and walks with friends.  Nonetheless, a social life.  Ah, we're back in the game of life! :)  It only took 2 years!  Hahaha!

Check out Mommy's pics of Baby S!

God Bless,
Kat

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