- Weight: 22 pounds
- Clothing Size: 9-12
- Diaper Size: 3
- Teeth: 7
- Night away from mom and dad so we could visit Natchez last weekend (she stayed with Nana and Pawpaw)
- Olympic Games!
- Drink of whole milk
- Taste of gumbo
- The refrigerator
- Opening our kitchen cabinets
- Mommy walking out of the room
- Sleeping in the pack and play
- Zucchini, always zucchini
- EVERYTHING. She had her first taste of gumbo like a proper resident of Louisiana and loved it. She would fuss if I wasn’t sharing every other bite with her.
- She’s been getting bites off our plates the entire month and has yet to have something she doesn’t seem to like. She had: chili, enchiladas, spaghetti carbonara, gumbo, tortellini soup, potato salad and has liked every single one. I’m hoping her willingness to try foods doesn’t fade once she reaches her toddler years.
- Sleep regression in full swing. She’s wide awake in the middle of the night wanting to play, crawl around and refuse to go back to sleep. But, she’s falling asleep easier than ever. She’s finally learning how to fall asleep efficiently.
- She’s obsessed with patty-cake. She will wake up in the middle of the night, sit up and start clapping her hands hoping that one of us will play with her.
- She loves to play chase when she is being “chased.” Running towards her elicits the biggest squeals and laughs.
- She’s learned to pull up on pretty much everything and she loves to stand by the back door and play with Duke when he’s back there.
- She’s cut five teeth in the last month and is still working on another one. Everything is accompanied by much more drama than we are used to because she just doesn’t feel good.
- She spiked a pretty high fever a few weeks ago, which her ped thinks was related to teething because she never acted sick.
- She’s dealing with her first stuffy nose. It’s hilarious to watch her try to figure out why she can’t breathe out of her nose, but I feel so bad for her. She’s spent a few naps semi-reclined just so she can breathe.
- Feeling tons of mom-guilt because I can’t ever see myself quitting my job to become a SAHM. I need the mental stimulation to stay happy and getting out of the house does my sanity a world of good. I know that Livia doesn’t need me to stay home, but I feel guilty because it’s something I’m not sure I’ll ever want.
- We’ve had to start disciplining because she’s discovered electrical outlets. Ours are covered, but I want to teach her respect for them. She’s actually got a decent grasp on “No” for her age, but sometimes we have to intervene because she isn’t listening. It’s an odd stage to be at because I knew that one day I would have to start disciplining her, but I can’t really believe we are there now.
Recent Google Searches
- Jeff Davis 8
- Longwood Plantation
- City of San Francisco train crash
- Daniel 3:17-18
- YETI ice chest
Looking forward to…
- Labor Day weekend (an extra day off and Doug took a few days, too!)
- Pumpkin Spice Lattes
- Liv mastering standing on her own (but not walking, I’m not over crawling yet)
- The end of pumping (only three months left!)
- Cooler weather, summertime in Southwest Louisiana is no joke (still)