My little butternut squash is 5 months old, has popped a tooth, gained some weight (17 lbs even) and stayed roughly the same height since our last doc. visit. She is a giggler, and Jesse goes to town trying to get her giggling. His classic 'go to' is to simply say 'jumping'. She invariably starts laughing at this. I think the origin story of this little escapade is that he was jealous of her carefree bounce in the exersaucer and thought he'd try and piss her off by stomping on the thing and making her bounce out of control. This made her laugh REALLY hard. Something beautiful was born that day. Now every morning Jesse just says the word and it works like a charm. 1 point for J-bear. I like seeing my 2 kids play together. It's amazing how Jesse seems to know Anneliese is just little and so he should tone it down a bit when he's dancing near her head, or swinging his hockey stick, or throwing his tractors. It also helps that she adores him, and he LOVES a good reaction. I know this because he tends to get those out of me, but I'm a little more advanced than Anneliese, and I don't just do "happy". I've got an entire arsenal of reaction to get me through the day, and to keep Jesse on his toes. Still trying to perfect the reaction I typically have to the 3 am cry for apple juice, along with the bursting diaper and wet bed sheets. I'm a little over the top. Back to Anneliese. She just had her needles, so she's been a little off, as in off her naps completely, which is a real bust. Overtired babies are worse than overtired toddlers because they don't have words, and they don't care about T.V. All hope of bribing is lost on the overtired baby. This brings me to overtired moms. I am one. Currently. And although I want to soak up this sound of stillness in my home and use each precious bit of it, my eyelids are drooping, and my words are failing. Time. for. bed.
