FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!

We've previously posted about the little chompers that Evie has emerging from her gum line. Although her teeth coming in has been a pain to deal with (literally, for all involved), her new teeth are actually somewhat liberating when it comes to her food options now. She's chewing everything she can - so Momma Peach took the opportunity to throw all kinds of new foods her direction. As you will see from the pictures below, Evie took the opportunity to throw some of them back.

Mmm... Cheese

I really, really, really like cheese.

Momma Peach makes this face also... but it's usually over a bowl of queso dip!

See my chompers? 

For those of you who don't have kids, this is what 3 AM hell looks like.

Holding her own spoon! We considered it a resounding success if she manages to get the correct end in her mouth, never mind if there is food actually on it.

She usually resorts to the four finger scoop - it's the way to go when the spoon is too annoying to deal with at dinner time. Efficient and effective!

Much better aim, although the food doesn't always make it into the mouth. Many a squished fruit has been found attached to her backside by the end of the meal.

Shove it in, shove it in!

Please notice we often dine sans clothing in the Yankee & Peach household.  You may want to call ahead if you are planning on joining us or dropping by.

Mother! Do NOT interrupt me during my gustatory process.

What do you mean you are out of strawberries?

FINE. Blackberries will do.

Mmmmm... Blackberries are good too!

And last but not least, the picture below is the reason our child will never be considered qualified to run for political office. She's topless, holding a Republican National Committee card, and she's obviously been hitting the bottle. Once it's on the internet, you can never take it back, right?

 

Eat your heart out, Sarah Palin.

BUSY LITTLE BEE

I'll keep my prologue short and sweet: Evie is into absolutely EVERYTHING. Nothing escapes her attention. And here's some photos to prove it...

"Hey, mama - look! I just discovered stairs. Did you even know they were here? Here I go up them!"

Um.... wow. That's a really long way to go.

"Well, I'm tired, so I'll just stop at one. But did you see what I can do? I think I've proved my point. I fully intend to keep you on your toes every nano-second of the day!"

Evie essentially has three "faces" when she is busted doing something she shouldn't be doing.

Face #1: "I was just admiring this nice tray, while also covertly inspecting the electrical hazards and oh-so-tempting-and-touchable outlets and power cords over here."

Face #2: "Mom, THAT WAS NOT ME. I have no idea how that happened." 

We should just get used to this face, as we'll probably be on the receiving end of it quite often,  for oh, say...  the next 18 years.

Face #3: "Who me? I'm too angelic to do anything of the sort!"

"You lied to your mother! Drop and give me 20,  kid!"
"Yes, Drill Sergeant Trot, sir!"

I'm the pull-up queen!

"I'm just checking to see if this outlet cover is on here properly.  Yup, it's good."
Some folks freak out when their kid plays with an outlet cover. Evie's parents grab a camera.
 

"Look, ma. I can push this thing one-handed. Who cares that I'm only 9-months old. I'm ready to walk on outta here!"

Nomar: "Uh... who is this kid? She's mobile AND vertical now?"

 If you look closely, you'll see the tell-tale mustache signs of somebody taking sips out of mommy's glass of cranberry juice. But who can say "no" to this face?

"Look, lady. If she gets near my food bowl, that's the end of our friendship."

I'M A BIG GIRL!

Miss Prissy Pants had her 9-month checkup this morning. Aside from screaming like a banshee when the nurse administered a Hep-B vaccination, Evie was fairly well-behaved for a teething, grumpy, tired still-an-infant-but-almost-a-toddler baby girl. We did confirm with the pediatrician that not two, not four, but actually six teeth are coming in on top. Three teeth have fully broken through the skin thus far, but there are a few more who have decided to choose now as the opportune time to make their painful entry into Evie's life. The good news is, all of them are coming in at once, so hopefully it will be a short trip!

Entertaining herself outside the doctor's office while we waited for her check-up. (The Yankee and Peach were early and they didn't let us in. Apparently, we do not have VIP status with Gwinnett Pediatrics!)

Her bodily stats: Our little peach is in the 95th percentile for height, 35% weight, and a 90% head circumference. So that means although she may be physically built like a tall and lanky runway model with a big head, she still walks like a drunken sailor!

We left the exam table covered in confetti, as Evie loves to crunch, rip, shred, and generally destroy the sanitary liner that is pulled over the exam table prior to each patient's visit.  Although we were worried about the extent of her destruction, we're pretty sure the pediatrician's staff is accustomed to cleaning up much worse, considering the age of their usual clientele!

 

In other news, some of you may remember that we found an adorable antique rocking chair and purchased it while Momma Peach was still pregnant with Evie. Momma Peach cleaned it up, but she never bothered to reupholster it (time ran out and a baby came!). We even took some pictures of Evie sitting in it back during the month of April when she first learned to independently sit up:

I'm a rocker chick!
(Get it? .. Rocker/Rocker? It's a rocker?
*crickets chirping* Yeah, lame joke.)

"But, Mom, I'm not a boy. BLUE is not my color!"

Taking Evie's advice, Momma Peach found some fabric that she fell in love with and grabbed while on sale  - and decided to use it on the chair. It came out quite lovely, if I do say so myself. 

And how perfectly ironic that the stars would align so that Miss Evie would be wearing a sailor outfit that matched the chair when the it was in blue-  and she just happened to be wearing green when we put it back together after the re-upholstery job!
 

Here's the finished product:

 

No worries, this is not becoming an interior design blog.  This one picture is to show Mumsy Neal that the pattern of the two pieces DOES in fact line up.

Hmmm... I'm not sure about the new look yet.

Let me think on it a little while.
I've got to test it out.

 

Yeah, it's growin' on me.

"Let me just sit back and have a drink."
(Momma Peach is not scared of potential spills,
as she smartly purchased outdoor fabric for the new upholstery)

Oh, yeah, this thing is awesome!

SWEET LAND O' LIBERTY

Whew! What a weekend! The weather was glorious, the extra day off with our little diva was fabulous, and the patriotic cause to celebrate had everybody in a good mood!

Momma Peach had an itchy camera finger, so you will be glad to see that her favorite diapered subject was well-documented over the last few days.  Here's a few of the pictorial products from the weekend ("few" being a major understatement!):

Discovering the limitations of Newton's Law of Gravity. Although the same forces and the same laws of physics apply everywhere in the universe, apparently a purple tennis ball can float entirely on its own by simply staring at it long enough.

Oh, wait. It floats because there is a dog attached to it!

Mumsy Neal took little Peach on a stroll around LaFayette Fountain to watch the Sweet Land of Liberty parade on Saturday. The fountain is a  replica of the statue in LePuy, France. Obviously, this wasn't a celebration of Bastille Day!

The happy little sailor girl. 

Where's my boat, guys? I've got the outfit and the jaunty hat, I just need a watercraft!



 

Our sailor decides to jump ship and show off her sea legs. Or lack of.

Hmmm... Diet Coke. Daddy drinks these all the time. I bet chewing on this cold can is a good teething remedy! I wonder if Daddy is teething too?

This bench is just my size! Convenient!

Mmmmm.... yummy dirt.

Look, mom! I found a rabbit!

Can I keep it?!

Hi, nice stranger. My mommy left me sitting on a garden path all by myself. Can I go home with you?

Rabbit-in-the-headlights look.

For Sale: One sailor baby.

Comes with a rabbit sidekick.  Seller can't attest to baby or rabbit's seaworthy-ness.

Mmmm... Georgia Tech just tastes so good.

Can I help you?

Mommy won't let me wear lipstick yet, so I have to stain my lips with blackberries!

"Uh... you want to take nekkid pictures of me again?"

"Sure, come on in. The water's fine!"

"Evie, we don't let people with cameras into the bathtub with us after a certain age. This will have to stop soon.  Like in 20 or so years."

"Fine. I'll turn my back to you and pout."

Conducting her own little symphony. With Trot's accompaniment.

Perfecting her bear crawl. Obstacles in her way don't stand a chance.
(She has been known to crawl over her classmates to get to the object of her desire.)

Mmmm... Leather couches. Great to pull up on. Even better to teeth on!

Our latest discovery has been the trash can.
It's a large R2-D2 looking object that makes a spectacular and quite satisfying crash when pulled over.

Trouble comes in so many shapes, sizes and forms.
Diapered/undiapered, hairless/furry. Both slobber and walk on all fours. So very similar, yet so very different. At least the dog is potty trained!

Hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July!