Elodie is bringing her hands together. She is such a sweetie pie. Mornings are a good time for her. She’s either sleeping or in a really good mood.
We went to Clarke’s birthday party on Saturday at Discover Gymnastics. Soren was a bit of a tyrant, and not interested in jumping on the trampolines that much. He did enjoy the pit of foam blocks, and also taking all the hoola hoops off the rack. We had another party after that for a six year old. There were some rowdy boys at that one … I guess that’s what I have to look forward to when Soren is older.
Elodie slept most of the time during the party, but she woke up in time for cookie cake.
Unfortunately for me, both my kids gave up pacifiers early on. Elodie hit the record though, about 8 weeks and she’d had a enough of it. Nipple or nothing. (Well, now she’s got her thumb.) In any case, Soren got a big kick today wrapping me in a blanket and putting the pacifier in my mouth. Such a clever boy.
Tucker rarely gets in the bed with us nowadays. He usually sneaks up here when we’re all downstairs, but he must be needing love now that the new baby is here. He’s such a good dog. He’ll be 11 years old at the end of this month.
We had Soren’s 2-year doctor’s appointment today. He had a growth spurt — up to 25th percentile (33 inches tall) after being off the bottom of the charts at his 18-month checkup. He’s still 5th percentile for weight though at 23.5 lbs. He was pretty good at the doctor’s office, but had a significant amount of general distress when being examined.
This is what makes being a parent sooo great.
Elodie talks way more than Soren did at this age, and she always wakes up smiling and ready to chat. She is an amazingly happy baby, and lately she’s been pretty easy at night. I’m crossing my fingers that we’ll reach sleeping through the night territory soon.
Harmonica. Sleepy.— Soren, 2 years old, when wanting to bring his harmonica to the crib.
