So, I've had a hard time discerning Finley's first word. She's been saying "mama" and "dada" for months. But it's more of a general babble as opposed to her identifying us, so I don't count either of those as words yet. About a month ago she started saying "night night", but it was sort of prompted. At bedtime I say, "It's night night time", and then she will say, "night night" and wave bye bye to whoever is watching. So, I kinda count that as a first word. Her new word, that she says completely unprompted, is "uh oh". She says it anytime a toy falls to the floor and makes a loud noise. She even sticks out her bottom lip while saying it! We don't like to encourage her to drop or throw her toys, but I just had to catch it on video. You can kinda see the pout in the beginning of the video.
Yesterday, I was feeling around in finley's mouth and I was shocked to discover that she had a molar in. Wait. A. Minute. She was teething? We called papa immediately to tell him the news. This is so exciting because she got a tooth in and we didn't have to deal with any fussiness, sleep issues, etc! If you aren't a parent of a child who has gone through teething you might not understand why this is noteworthy. If you are, then you know that this is almost as exciting as winning the lottery. Well, not really. But close. Such a trooper, that daughter of ours!
next summer when you think that going to the fair sounds like a grand idea, remember this...
it costs $10 for you and your husband to go on a ride. that's right. 43 seconds of fun on the scrambler costs ten dollars. instead of getting sucked into the rides, think of all the things you could buy. each ride is 2 1/2 drinks at starbucks, or a cute shirt for finley, or a pair of baby legs. and don't think you can just go and walk around without spending money. some way, somehow, a certain someone (Brian) will get suckered into buying something ridiculous (like maybe a crib-sized silk duvet for finley).
Remember all the 40 year old men wearing shirts that say such sexually vulgar things that you accidentally throw up a tiny bit in your mouth. And then remember how you shed a few tears when you realized that creepy mc creeperson is wearing that shirt while holding hands with his 10 year daughter. in short, unless you want to take out a second mortgage on your home...don't decide to go to the fair next year.
ok, so while the rides were a HUGE rip-off, we actually did have fun. Finley loved checking out all the animals, and she even got to pet a few. All the lights, sounds, and crazy people gave her lots to look at. which is a good thing, considering she was running on zero sleep. and even though i can think of thousands of things i'd rather spend the money on, we had a great time going on the rides, and indulging in some sort of deliciousness that tasted like fried air.
hanging out with the big girls
waiting for take off
during the ride
Our yearly photo on the swings he got yelled at over the loudspeaker for "twisting" during the ride.
In other news, Finley has finally outgrown her strawberry pajamas. These are no ordinary pajamas. She has had these p.j.s in every size since she was born. Unfortunately, they don't make them any bigger, otherwise she'd be wearing these jammies in high school. These are the pjs that led to us calling her "our little strawberry bon bon". It was a sad night when I dressed her in strawberry jammies for the last time. Yes, incase you are wondering...I get VERY attached to some of her special clothes. Maybe I'll make a pillow of them them. (that's a joke, mimi..put your thread away) Saturday we went to Gene Coulon Park for fish n' chips, a walk along the water, and some fun on the toys.
The last few weeks have been pretty eventful in our family. Brian has been busy working as usual, but was able to get away for a company fishing trip to La Push. He was the only one in the group who isn't an avid fisher, he's never even been, but somehow he walked away winning the prize for biggest catch, and most fish caught. Neither of us are big seafood eaters, but it turns out that when you marinade tuna in whiskey, brown sugar, soy sauce and olive oil, you can hardly even tell its not chicken. Speaking of Brian and work...my hammer-slinging hubby is hanging up his carharts and taking a new role in the company. You can now call him Brian Neuenschwander, Project Manager. The bad news is that he won't be working with his hands, which he loves. Instead, you'll find him yacking away on his cell phone with various people in the construction industry. The good news is that this job means more money and less time working. As much as we're jazzed about the extra financial cushion, we're mostly excited about the extra time we'll have with Papa.
Finley and I missed Brian very much while he was away. We kept busy with playdates, trips to the park, and a visit to a special "petting zoo". I'm slowly letting go of the fact that she's not my little baby anymore....she's turning into a big girl. She's recognizing all sorts of words (book, drink, blankie, lamby, bath, phone). We say, "Where's lamby?" and she crawls off to find her lamby. She's also getting pretty close to walking. She'll take two or so baby steps and then change her mind and decide to crawl the rest of the way. I've been getting ready for the big day coming up next month-Finley's birthday! I got the invitations finished and am now working on a very nifty idea for the cake. There are a few more photos in the 10 month album.
he got yelled at over the loudspeaker for "twisting" during the ride.
