Tricia, David, and the Little Ones: Happy Feet

Okay, so the title is a knock off from an upcoming movie, but it is so fitting for this week's blog entry. For we discovered, this week, that our little bobble head Sophia isn't as bobble-y as she used to be. In fact, she is able to support her slightly large sized head on that ity bity little neck really well. So well that we introduced our child to the "Jolly Jumper". All I can say is "yeah for bouncy springs!" She loves it, and I was quite amazed that she took to it so well. She bounces and spins and looks, and laughs and coos (the grandmothers can definately atest to that fact! She's loud enough to hear over the phone!). She especially likes Jolly Jumping to music, and she almost finds a beat when doing it. I am hopeful that she has David's music skill genes, for I certainly can't keep a beat. In fact if my life depended on it, I would probably die. Honest!

Anyway, she bounces around and I (or David) am able to get things done, as long as I am in visual closeness. Stepping out of the room is something entirely different. But all in all, she seems to be having a blast.

A serious face, knowing that there is a camera around.

The Happy Bouncer

Happy Feet in action

Playtime with Daddy

While Sophia learned all about bouncing, there are several things that I have learned. Firstly, one must wait an hour before jumping, otherwise it is messy. Second, if one does not wait the hour before bouncing, make sure there is some sort of liquid catching device placed under the bouncing child. Thirdly, if said baby isn't spitting up all over the jumper and the carpet, she drools, and the above device is still needed. Or else, you can give up and let the child bounce because no matter what you do liquid will fall from her mouth to the floor and the best thing to do is just clean up as you go. Sigh.

The funnest thing about the new found bouncing ability is the fact that she will coo and squeal and then figure out that maybe she has had too much bouncing and wants out, so she lets out the requisite cry, mom comes running, but baby keeps bouncing. It's like an addiction she just can't stop. I can't do it justice through words, you just gotta see it. No, I am not being a mean parent. I do eventually take her out.

Another happening this week was Halloween... I think this was much more interesting to the dog, who needed to bark and run to the door each and every time a trick-or-treater rang the door bell. But as good parents, we dressed Sophia up in her Lady Bug Costume, and had her answer the door a couple times with her Daddy. The only problem with the outfit is that the arms are a little bit short and she can't get them to lie down against her body or get them to her mouth, which wouldn't be any help seeing that her fingers were covered. It's much like the little boy with the snowsuit in "The Christmas Story" (if you haven't seen it, you should rent it, just so you can say you've seen it. Talk to me really nicely and I might lend you our copy.)

Ready for the trick or treaters. Bring them on!

Look at ALL the CANDY!

Here are a couple of other pictures taken this week. Sophia is discovering new things every day. Now, if only she would let me sleep through the night again. Our silly little one has decided to wake up at least two times a night to eat and play. As a result, I am very tired and slightly sick. Oh well. I have been assured that she will start sleeping through the night again. After all, as my mother in law told me today, David does doesn't he? I am not sure that I am willing to wait 31 years for that to happen!