Barefoot and Pregnant: Lately

Not to get anyones hopes up, but I am resolving to blog once a week. Partially because if I set aside time to be on the computer to blog, it will help me to remember to write my brother Sam, who is on his mission in Brazil. I have only missed a week or two, but too often I am frantically typing an email with my thumbs on my phone about an hour before he gets to check his mail on p-day.

Also I want to because I like keeping our friends and family all over the country involved in our life. I mean, we live in Wisconsin. Kind of out of the way for everyone we know (excluding our Wisconsin friends, obviously).

I'm trying to think of all the things that have happened since I last blogged, and there are just too many. That is another point of motivation. I have a terrible memory and I want to write it all down not only for our friends and family, but for us too! I want to remember all of Daisy's tomfoolery so I can make her feel guilty as a teenager. Kidding. Maybe.

The most traumatic event lately would definitely have to be almost a week ago. It was about 4 in the morning, and I was just waking up to Daisy crying. I had barely registered in my mind that I had to get up to see what the deal was when I heard a loud THUD and the saddest, loudest, scariest cry in all the land. I bolted out of bed and down the hall, and found Daisy on the floor sobbing and crawling towards me.

K, my heart broke into a million pieces. My poor little baby!

I picked her up and ran into our bedroom, yelled "Daisy fell out of her crib!" to Jordan, who woke up instantly and we laid her down on our bed and checked her over from head to toe for injuries. Guys. This could have been so much worse. She could have been seriously hurt. Luckily, so so luckily, she was shaken but okay. Jordan then went straight into her room and lowered her crib to the lowest setting. It was pretty low to begin with, but I guess it was just high enough for her to get the momentum needed to send her over the edge. I keep thinking about how she could have managed that, and I just can't figure it out. She is a climber though, and a crafty one at that. Hopefully she won't figure out how to escape again anytime soon.

Daisy isn't walking yet, but she is crafty. She will line her walker up with the couch to her wagon or the kitchen chairs so that she can cruise without having to crawl or attempt to walk without support. She can totally stand on her own, but I think she lacks confidence because anytime she figures out that she isn't holding on to anything she sits down immediately. She won't let me walk her while holding hands either. She seems to think that if I'm there, I should pick her up.

Daisy gives kisses now! She will even kiss the phone screen when we facetime grandparents or Jordan when he travels. It's the best ever. She gives me kisses after she wakes in the morning and from her naps, and my heart melts every time.

More often than not, Daisy is sleeping totally through the nights. THANK GOODNESS. A couple weeks ago I was struggling with whether to try to wean Daisy off of the last middle of the night nursing session. I decided to just keep on nursing her if she wanted it, with the hope that she would grow out of it. I guess she did, because probably 80% of the time she sleeps for 10-12 solid hours. So those rare occasions when she wants a night cap, I am happy to oblige. Cuddle time with my busy girl is scarce enough as it is, I'll take it when I can get it.

Daisy loves her Papa again. For a while there she was in a HUGE Mama phase, where I could only be within arms reach at any time, and no one else would do. Not only am I more productive now that I can be more than a foot away from her, but she has so much love to give Jordan. It is really nice to see, because I know it is tough on Jordan to be away from us.

I've got a lot of projects going on, maybe I'll write about those sometime. I mean, I AM a little more than a baby machine.