Matt came home from work one day last month and turned on this techno song. Lola's little arm and legs couldn't help themselves! Love her dance moves :)
This was as we were getting the girls loaded into the car to pick my sister up from the airport. I came around to close the door and this is what I found:
Ada making faces and Lola cracking up! They make each other laugh so hard. It is infectious! It reminds me of Lindsay and I...we were just laughing on the phone until we cried the other day. Something about being sisters :)
She is such a sweet, happy, smiley baby! This is her traveling to Kansas for my cousin's wedding.
She was so good, falling asleep on me in the airport and on the return flight.
10 month old stats:
Height: 30.1 in. 95th percentile
Weight: 22 lbs. 7 oz. 90th percentile
Head circumference: 18.5 in. 95th percentile
She is a great eater and loves to swing at the park
She also loves to DANCE! She gets her left arm pumping (we think she's going to be a lefty like me!), it's so funny! And if you're holding her while music comes on, her little chubby legs start bouncing and her hips start going back and forth. She & Ada love this cartoon that was around when I was little. I woke up with the new, catchy theme song in my head one night...dang kids' shows!
She even smiles in her sleep:
Says: Mama, Papa (in a whisper), hey, hi (sounds like eye), and uh-oh. She blabbers a ton and can be VERY loud when she wants food or to be picked up! Speaking of, she is a total Momma's girl and wants me all the time. This is so different from Ada who is a total Daddy's girl! I love it for the most part...sometimes it's nice to have a break.
Lola crawls really fast and cruises around the house holding onto furniture. She walks behind a toy truck, pushing it, and will walk while holding onto one of my fingers. She'll be walking on her own before we know it!
Lola loves to wave, blow kisses, play peek-a-boo, nod yes, shake her head no, and blink really long & hard (I think she thinks she's winking).
This is her sleeping at my mom's house, the most comfortable baby in the world!
Her hair has a really cool reddish/blond color to it. I wonder if she'll be strawberry blond like her Auntie Linds? It will be interesting to see.
Her eyes are still blue. She has three teeth on bottom & all four on top coming in at the same time!
She won't keep socks or shoes on no matter how hard I try! Same goes for hair bows. They last 2 seconds before she yanks them out.
Here she is getting her first taste of lemon:
Ada calls her, "Lola-lee." She's my Lola-loo, Lo, Boo bear, Nuggles, Chuggins, Lola J. Sweet babe that we adore!
Ada's mission in life is to make Lola laugh. She is successful most of the time...it reminds me of my little sister, Lindsay, and I :)
Lola will grab Ada's hair because she's a baby and doesn't know better, then Ada gets mad. And Ada is a little too rough with Lola because she wants her to get up and run and play with her. You can tell Lola wishes she could!
For the most part, they are sweet with each other and it makes my heart so happy!
I came across the last stanza of this poem today viaKate at Lily Pads. Her whole post about motherhood is great and resonates with me. The poem made me happy and gave me peace about not having the cleanest house all of the time, so I looked up the whole thing. It's beautiful! I don't think I'll ever catch up on laundry as long as there are children in this home! I would much rather rock my babe and make monsters out of play dough than fold clothes though :)
Song for a Fifth Child by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking!
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep.
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