September 9, 2015
Little Miss is more like Little Mess these days. We feed her a little bit of everything to try to keep her diet well-rounded and her tastes diverse. Unfortunately, that means sticky food and slimy food, stringy food and squishy food. There’s nothing like snuggling with a baby whose hair smells like chicken, oranges, and peanut butter. For some reason I’m craving Zaxby’s and an Orange Julius.
September 8, 2015
When I went to pick up Selah June today at Grammy’s house, she was dressed in a boy’s shirt with grey and navy stripes — some kind of cross between an old prison uniform and a sailor suit.
I kept calling her “old man” and “grandpa” just to make Mom laugh. SJ’s getting very messy with her food. It normally ends up smeared in her hair. Apparently, Grammy’s out of baby clothes, but she decided to give everybody a bath before Satie’s ballet lesson.
So Selah June got dressed up as Popeye.
September 7, 2015
Jeremy found the baby crack. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the voodoo that is the baby crack, it is a mysterious video of folksy children’s songs performed by Hap Palmer in the 1980s. The songs are acted out by children of various ages – including lots of babies – and their parents, with some psychedelic animations from time to time. Hap Palmer is a strange dude, but he sure knows how to hypnotize the kiddos.
Grammy poses a copy of the baby crap at her house, and she makes good use of it when things reach fever pitch. Jeremy randomly searched YouTube for “My Mommy Comes Back” — the Hap Palmer tribute to second wave feminism and a full generation of latch-key kids. The song made him famous, and his memory lives on in the dazed eyes of my 11 month old.
The other day, Grammy had Li Li and Bastian over to her house at the same time so that they could play. Of course there had to be some Paw Patrol. Selah June is now a big fan of the puppies in uniform.
(should’ve been posted on 9/26)
It’s getting harder and harder to keep up with this little monkey. Our days are really structured and full of chaos — all at the same time. We go through tons of diapers, bananas, puffs, wipes, milk, bibs, and onesies.
And yet I know that we are experiencing the calm before the storm. As soon as she can keep herself standing upright and moving forward, we’re in big trouble.
September 5, 2015
We went on a family adventure to an out-of-the-way antique store looking for big barn doors for the house. We found them, but they were hugely expensive. Selah June wasn’t much a fan of large, dusty oak chests and long rustic farm tables. Luckily, we brought tons of snacks and roadies.
September 1, 2015
It’s always hard to leave Selah June for a day at work, but some days are harder than others. She’s turning into a little kid, and we’re developing our own little inside jokes. When I see her light up at the sight of others, it makes me so grateful that I live near my family. I am thankful that she can see her cousins at least weekly if not daily. They play well and play hard together. I’m grateful that she brings me and everyone around her joy. Her eyes light up with spunk, and her smile breaks right into giggles. She is a blessing, and I never want to take her for granted.
