Bebe Jolie had her six month check up today and the doctor plotted her height and weight on the percentile curve, only to see that she is off the charts in both measurements. She’s HUGE! She said, “She is like a one year-old in a six month-old’s body.”
Her favourite song is “Single Ladies” by Beyonce and if she’s ever fussy or tired, I just start singing that tune and bopping around, shaking my very own Beyonce-esque bottom while we jive, and she starts to laugh and laugh and stick out her chubby little tongue. Here’s an action shot, as I tried to make her smile for camera. “If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it!”
Please pardon the Michael Jackson crotch grab.
Steve’s sister and her fiance were here last week and Avelyn LOVES when they come to visit since they always take her to the “swing cool” (translation: swimming pool).
They are getting married in July and Avelyn will be their flower girl. We found her dress this weekend and I can’t wait to see her all dolled up!
The Dyson vacuum we bought a year and a half ago, its bristles in the powerhead are all worn away. And I can’t find my receipt. And I may have forgotten to mail off the warranty card.
Jolie can sit unassisted now and thus marks the beginning of my favourite baby stage: when they’re content to sit and play with toys but are still unable to crawl/toddle/walk and find trouble. It’s shortlived, but I’m loving it.
I have been doing the 30 Day Shred and after only four days of doing the workouts, I feel stronger. I am not stiff for a week after the exercises; I don’t feel like horking up my spleen during the cardio portions, and I am encouraged by this progress. I have never had muscle tone, even when at my thinnest, so I am excited to get a little more firm. The other thing I have learned is that, if you’ve birthed two babies, and you’re doing a push-up, DO NOT look back and down at your stomach, which will be hovering a half-inch from the floor like a wobbly crepe.
I am growing out my bangs. They are not what I had hoped they would be. I am also growing out the rest of the length too, since it’s been over three years since it was past my shoulders. Once it gets long, I will undoubtedly hack it off, love the new ‘do for three weeks, then declare my growing it out again.
*This is NOT a word, but Steve uses it often. It’s his trademarked hybrid of “snippets” and “tidbits”. I like it.