Toys, Toys, Toys...

Bailey's job while we rush to get ready for church in the morning?

1. Not get mauled by Winnie the Pooh...

2. Work on giving the perfect bear hug.
3. Avoid kicking so hard that Terri's mountain of pillows collapse on her.

4. Sing along with MoTab.

and finally 5. Carry on in other sorts of general merriment while she waits to be changed, lotioned, dressed, fed and taken to church for hours of being passed around, pinched, kissed and hugged.

Its a rough life, but someones got to live it.

Raspberry

Remember when my baby's cheeks were so big that she received a permanent raspberry on her face from her pacifier?

And no matter how much vaseline or moisturizer you put it on it still comes back...

I guess that's what happens when you mix constant spitting, drooling, a devout love for a binkie...

...and the chubbiest cheeks in the world.

The Bird...

It started off like any other day (except Sam woke up so late for work he didn't even have time to shower...sick). He came home for lunch like usual and we ate and played with Bailey. Then Connie came over right as Sam was heading back out. He went to the car to pull out the car seat base and stroller so Connie and I could go shopping, but it was taking an abnormally long time for him to complete the task.

I went outside, where Connie informed me a bird had just pooped on my car. Gross, but no big deal. Nothing a little soap, water, wash cloth and Sam couldn't fix. Wrong. The dang bird didn't poop on the car, it pooped in the car.
Sam had left the driver's side window rolled down. A bird had flown in and then found itself trapped. Apparently this scared the poop out of the bird (literally) and the poop landed all over the back seat and poor Bailey's car seat base (I guess be aware if you have to sit back there anytime soon because it got cleaned up with a single baby wipe by a man who was very late for work).
Why was Sam so late in getting back to work? Because getting the freaking bird out of the car turned out to be a huge ordeal. Is Sam scared of birds? Surprisingly, yes. After all, getting pecked with its little beak in the eye was more than his heart could bare. I manned the camera, Connie protected Bails, and Sam (more cautious than I have ever seen him) slowly and meticulously tried to free the scared little bird from the car (imagine Sam slowly walking to the car, shuffling things around an arms length away, running back, then repeating the process).
It took an eternity, but I am happy to report the bird is now out of my car and no animals were harmed in the process. As for Sam, he may or may not be scarred for life.

Candy, Candy, Cotton Candy...

It is a Galeria side of the family thing (and more particularly a Sugiyama family trait??) to love candy. My mom was always buying treats for us to kids to fight over and gobble down. Even when you thought there was no junk food in the house, all you had to do was look hard enough in some of the drawers in her room and you would find bags of candy bars and other delicious treats.

I too love candy. I will pass on the cookies, cakes, and pies if you will give me a big bag of skittles or licorice. Even just walking down the candy isle and staring at the shelves of pretty colors and delicious treats makes me happy.

Well it is already obvious my little baby picked up my candy gene. After her shots she had a fever and she was more than happy to down a dose of tylenol (Sam tried some and said it was so sugary all the granulates weren't even dissolved).

There was also an open house at the fire station a few blocks away. Bails and I walked over in the morning with all the neighborhood friends to check out the fire trucks. They were giving away cotton candy and popcorn to everyone. I couldn't fight my craving so I grabbed a cotton candy. I may or may not have let Boopers suck a little off my finger and she made sure to lick it clean.
Then we went back that evening with our little scout-a-roos. Once again I couldn't fight the temptation. And since Sam is a sucker for popcorn I was willing to trade my popcorn for his cotton candy, taking my count to three cotton candies for the day (and no I don't even feel bad about it). I also may or may not have let Sam see how much our little chunkster loves cotton candy (possibly taking her sugar count to half her body weight, which is not an easy task).
What can I say. Sugar makes us happy.

Rice and Cereal...Cereal and Rice

I thought it would be a good idea to give our chubby baby some extra food to eat. Sam was trying to prolong the inevitable because it meant he would actually have to help out during meal time. That lazy Bum.

Before:
After:
Was there even any doubt that she wouldn't love it?
She has this habit of trying to suck on her thumb while she is nursing. Apparently it has rolled over to sucking her fingers while she is eating cereal.
Happy messy baby...
Big bite. She would do so good keeping everything in her mouth while the spoon was in, but then as soon as it came out, so did the rice cereal.
It is only right that Sam's child knows how to stick her tongue out at people since Sam will stick his tongue out at any little kid he sees.
Waving her arms vigorously around. We couldn't shovel the food in fast enough.
Too bad the majority of her food ended up on her face, bib, and bumbo. I ended up having to nurse her a short while later to actually fill up that stomach.
Love our little Michelin Baby.

The Plague...

We have all been a bunch of sickies at our house. First the baby got it, and then she gave it to me so I decided to share it with Sam.
After an eternity we have finally been healed (fingers crossed).
Here's to hoping next month has a lot less germs.

Four Months

Length: 25 3/4" - 90%

Weight: 16 lbs 10 oz - 95%
Head Circumference: 43.2 cm - 95%

She got a couple shots, and once again I made Sam hold her down. Mostly so she would not associate my face with the pain from the needles.
I just love those chubby cheeks. This is how we spend most of our days and luckily she has not learned how to push me away yet.

-Has not rolled over. The dr. says it is possible for chubby babies to do it, but I am still quite skeptical. She loves to sleep on her side though so maybe any time now???

-Sleeps for a ten to twelve hour stretch. Hallelujah!
-Has been napping like a champ for the last few weeks.
-Only laughed twice. I guess we aren't as funny as we think we are.
-Smiles all the time. Especially when she just wakes up. Love that toothless grin.
-No teeth and we are hoping to keep it that way. No one likes a biter.
-Loves her toy chains and teddy bear. Will also settle for her toes.
-Just moved up to size 2 diapers. They are a little better at containing all the poop than size 1.
-Will suck on her thumb or pointer finger. She, however, will not curl her fingers so she usually pokes herself in the eye. She has recently started to learn. I guess even babies can only poke themselves in the eye so many times before they adapt.
-Loves to make a fishy face (kind of like sucking on a pacifier without the pacifier being in her mouth?). Daddy Sam finds this quite amusing.
-Will claw your face if you get to close. This does not feel good. Sam learned this lesson the hard way.
-Loves to sit outside. Especially if all the neighborhood kids are out too. She could watch them play forever.
-Will practically lay on her head in order to catch a glimpse of the television. I don't know where she gets that from.
Love you Boopers.