Baby Rimes

Baby Rimes’ new favorite words: Boo! and Gobble Gobble Gobble!

First great story. Mommy and Baby usually snuggle in bed while Daddy takes his shower. Yesterday, Baby got tired of snuggling and scooted out of bed and ran down the hall. She stood so patiently for Daddy to get done with his shower and open the door. When he opened the door, she shouted, “BOO!” and nearly knocked Daddy over! Oh, the hilarity!

Second great story. Baby has learned that a turkey says, “Gobble Gobble Gobble!” And she will walk around the house gobbling at everyone. I will have to get video of this, because this medium just doesn’t do this justice. However, let me assure you, it’s pretty darn funny.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Even though she already says Mama, Daddy, booberrr (blueberries) and Uh-oh, it’s so much fun when our little Pumpkin head learns a new word and uses it correctly.  This week: ow!  It all started when Pumpkin head started beating Mommy on the head with any hard object, the phone, the remote, toy cars, whatever was at hand.  Of course, Mommy said, “ow, that hurts!” So now, Baby Rimes has taken to hitting herself on the head and saying, “owwww!” or hitting the couch and saying, “owwwww!” or banging her toys on the floor and saying, “owwwww!”  Yes, even the couch has feelings.

As for another new word, she has learned belly button, or rather, bewwy bew. If you ask “where’s Baby’s belly button?!” She responds by pulling up her shirt until you kiss her belly, then hiding it again, and saying, “bewwy bew?” with her hands in the universal “where’d it go” sign.

Very cute.

So Mommy Rimes just figured out how to post pictures (with the help of Daddy of course). Without much more ado, here are some pictures that you all should have seen earlier of Baby Rimes (and Daddy and a party goer).

Birthday pics…

Jelly Bellies

Yup. It was green. Why, you ask? Well, artist Mommy thought Baby Rimes could handle some art time. Mommy and Daddy bought her some JUMBO Crayolas and sat her down at her mini table with some paper, and said, “Go!” Baby Rimes, of course, has done much art in the past few months. Her favorite colors are green and red. While Baby Rimes was busy at her art, Mommy was busy at the big table with hers. Daddy was in the kitchen doing a little post-dinner clean-up. Baby Rimes is contentedly coloring. Until…

“Look, Momm,y what I did!” She exclaims in true baby form (it was actually more like “Bayya Bop!”) and holds up her drawing for Mommy’s approval. “Oh, honey, that’s a lovely pict….AHHH! What is coming out of your mouth!” Yup, you guessed it, green drool. While Mommy frantically looks around for what’s left of the green crayon, Daddy decides that this must be the next post. So here it is, a few teeth marks, soggy wrapping paper, and most of a green crayon left over, is the post about Baby’s green drool. Fortunately, with Mommy’s job, she is well aware of the fact that taking a few nibbles of a green Crayola isn’t going to kill you. It might taste like wax, but it’s definitely not going to kill you.

Unlike the time Baby tried eating her Osaka Orange Sherwin Williams latex paint. But that’s another story for another time.

After Mommy Rimes’ not so subtle attempt to suggest I haven’t been doing my job lately, here are a few Halloween photos for everyone to enjoy. It’s really not that I haven’t been doing my job, I’ve just been really busy doing the job I get paid for, followed closely by the job I wish I got paid for, and then performing the job I love the best (being Dad). So, without further ado, here are pictures for you to enjoy. More photo albums coming for the main site soon! (I promise)

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Let me start by saying that this story would be much better with pictures. That being said, you can send all hate mail to Daddy Rimes.

All Hallow’s Eve was mostly uneventful for our little Yoda (Can’t you just picture her in her cute little homemade knit Yoda hat?) While she didn’t go door to door grabbing candy, she did help Mommy and Daddy hand it out to other little witches and gobblins (Here’s where another absolutely adorable picture should be). She was so excited about handing out candy, that she would hold one in her hand, stretched out, peeking out of the doorway, practically using the force to will another little person into existance so she could drop said piece of candy into their bag. She did a marvelous job, only pausing in her duties when a very large child in a mask came to the door. Then she stood with the strangest look trying to figure out exactly what this strange creature was doing at her door trying to get her candy. (Wouldn’t another picture just be wonderful?) She didn’t cry once, except when the candy ran out.

What a wonderful child we have.

Is that the number of toys Baby had out today? No.  Could it be the number of times she took her books off the shelf? Nope.  The number of minutes she napped?

No, that was the read out on the thermometer on Friday. So after I picked her up from daycare, and gave her some serious lovin’ and some tylenol, we cuddled up for a late afternoon nap.  She was pretty cranky all night, even waking us up around midnight to tell us how grumpy she was.

When we awoke after 7 (a miracle), panicked over why she got up so late, and took another temp reading, she was back to her very normal 98.6 degree self.  What could it be? we thought.  After a couple of hours of pondering, we discovered the solution to why our baby was so warm the night before. One of her wee little molars finally made its appearance. 

Our little baby is growing up and getting her big girl teeth.  At least there aren’t 103 of these left.

I have noticed an over-abundance of little bruises and scrapes on our little punkin’ lately. Of course, we’re not bad parents, but the first thing that pops into my head whenever we’re in public is, “please don’t think we abuse this poor child.” 

Of course, what I say is, “yes, this is our darling little klutz, isn’t she graceful?” 

So where do this purply blue splotches come from?  Oh, let’s see…it could be from climbing onto the kitchen chair and dancing on the seat with excitement. Or it could be from running through our hardwood floored house in socks.  Or perhaps it’s from crawling under the coffee table/bookshelf/bench/couch to retrieve a toy.  It could also come from the walking down the sidewalk while looking up into the trees or watching the boys across the street play hacky-sack or the woman walking her dog.

And each of these times: SMACK! Down goes our little klutz.  Now, if she’s anything like her mommy, she will have these bruises until sometime in her adult life (I still don’t know where that bruise on my elbow came from).

But I still fuss and fret over every new bump, bruise, scrape, and bit lip.

ok, so maybe a better title for closer to Easter, but still, it wraps up this next story beautifully.

so Snickelfritz has been home for the summer (for those of you not familiar with ‘Fritz, she is a 12 pound gray rabbit) and she even managed to survive the move. One of the many bonuses of our new abode is the privacy fence around the yard, which means baby and bunny are free to roam without too much supervision.  yes, that’s right, we let the bunny AND the baby out in the yard, free, together.  Of course, the baby LOVES the bunny.  And if she could say it, I know she would be chanting, “BUNNY BUNNY BUNNY!” over and over while she chases her around the yard.  Tonight though, as the bunny slowed down in her game of tag and let the baby catch up, the baby was not expecting it and tripped right over Fritz’s tail and landed right on the bunny!  I was so proud of that little rabbit when she didn’t even move until the baby picked herself up and tagged the bunny’s tail.  Good ol’ Rabbit.

Our baby has moved up to the Toddler room at daycare.  She now takes one nap, plays outside daily, and has access to many climbing and rolling toys.  She is completely in her element.  But that mirror thing still escapes us and our little munchkin has a bruise on her forehead from getting too close to that pretty little girl in the mirror.

Meanwhile, Mommy and Daddy are both back to work and playing (ok, teaching) other people’s children.  The first days back are filled with smiling children, ecstatic parents, and lots of homework-just kidding.

Don’t worry Baby Rimes, your day will come soon enough.  For now, just enjoy the playing with your friends and the napping after lunch.  Kindergarten will come all too soon and Mommy will be really sad to see you grow up.