Blakely Dancing

Blakely 10 Months

Yes, I know…I am 10 days…oh wait, 12 days late and by the time most people read this 13 days late on this post.  But what can I say, time flies with 3 small children.  I literally forgot she was turning 10 months, it seriously goes by way to fast.  Remember this tiny little baby girl?

Well…she's long gone

She wears 18 month clothes, the outfit in the picture is a new 18 month outfit, 12 months is a squeeze.  She is in size 4 diapers and 5 at night.  I haven't bought her any shoes, so I have no idea what shoe size she wears.  We always have a hair accessory…cuz come on, it's like icing on the cake.  

She crinkles up her nose when she laughs and has 6 teeth, 2 bottom and 4 top (which haven't dropped all the way)

She pulls herself to stand with everything and can stand momentarily without support.  

She likes to walk while holding your hands and has taken 2 steps while remaining balanced

(believe me, I am in NO HURRY for her to start walking…)

She takes 4 8oz bottles a day: morning…mid morning…afternoon…night time

She holds it herself until she gets tired and then wants to rub her face

She eats anything, I really have to watch what the boys give her and tell them not to share food with Blakely, like popcorn.  Tate really likes to give her random objects, I am constantly checking her mouth…but more often than not, it's just a lonesome piece of cereal that stuck to her butt.  She eat breakfast, lunch and dinner:  She loves blueberries, green beans and peaches (mixed with cinnamon and cereal, which I call baby peach cobler)

She is pretty much into everything…as you can see.

She climbs stairs, one of the boys left the gate open on the stairs and she climbed and tumbled down, so we have to be extra careful.  Luckily she only gets 2 or 3steps up.

She is still scared of the vacuum (which is strange, cuz the boys loved the vacuum, they chased it, which made it hard to actually clean)  She cries and tries to sit behind me

She loves her pacifier and she doesn't care what pacifier it is…she just wants one.  She tries to take others baby's pacifier also…you know just to try something new.  Besides the vacuum, she is really fearless, I think it's mainly loud noises that she doesn't like.  

She is definitely a silly little baby.  She likes to giggle and make others giggle.  as you can see in the background, riley taught her this trick.  The boys ROAR! at her and she ROARS! back.  She laughs at people burps…(sorry mom) and laughs at piggy snorts.  

She is really full of personality, and is starting to mimic words we say like: Hi, dog and yum yum.  She is IN LOVE with her daddy…she gives him lovey eyes every morning to sucker him into one more kiss…it works.everytime.  She is LOUD!!!!!!! She DEMANDS to be fed and gets thoroughly irritated if she is not eating what we are…sorry baby, you can't have fried chicken yet.  

She sleeps from 

7pm-7am

9am-11am

1pm-4pm

THANK GOD!

You know when she is up, she lays in her crib and sling shots her legs in the air and kicks as hard as she can down on the mattress, which makes a big BOOM!  She thinks it's funny.  

Tate's Favs

How old are you? 2
ARe you little or big? I BIG!
How many feet do you have? 1…2…2!
Whats your favorite food? strawberries, french fries
What's your favorite color? blue
What's your favorite animal? Zebra
What's your favorite dinosaur? T-Rex
What's your favorite letter? H!
What's your favorite TV show? Sesame Street
What things are fun? color
Who are your friends? Riley and Blakely
What's your favorite song?  Wagon Wheel

Prayers

Can you tell Ava has had some practice with her payers…

and Riley wanted to improvise his prayer and messed up so he got mad

(let me know if you can't see the video)

McDonalds Picnic

Yesterday we got McDonalds and had a picnic with Ava and Chase

Blakely loved it…she had a fish sandwich

Chase wasn't too sure about sitting next  to uncle jesse...

cuz uncle jesse was holding his chocolate milk ransom.

Boys and Their Toys

TURBO

The snow has come and we are stuck inside.  We packed up all the snow pants, cuz ya know…it's MAY!  I swear I have said "no!" more times today than I have all month.  Mainly because I now have a third little monster to say "no!" to now.  Some little girly likes to pull on the lamp cord and knock the lamp over and no matter what I do to try and prevent her from doing this…she finds a way.  I think she tells the boys to distract me while she devises a plan to electrocute herself.  So while she is crawling her little butt over to the lamp, the boys are jumping on the couch, dumping out all the toys, getting into the fridge or their favorite... wrestling.   I seriously think I threw my back out today from yelling so loud "RILEY!!! LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!!!!"

Ryan and I have always tried to be strict in discipline, having firm rules and firm consequences.  Up until a couple months ago, Riley was the only one getting in trouble…but then Tate got on the rebel train.  Riley gets sent to his room, where there are only books, no toys and Tate gets sent to the corner until he stops crying or until I feel the point has sunk in.  Now, occasionally... they get a swat on the rear.  At Tate's age, I do it to "shock and awe" him into not doing something that could hurt him or for some completely unacceptable behavior.  For Riley it's flat out ridiculous behavior, where he needs a reality check.


As I was doing the dishes today, I recalled a story Ryan told me, when he realized the power had shifted with him and his mom.  He realized he was bigger and there wasn't much she could do to stop him anymore…as I chuckled to myself, a shiver ran down my spine and I realized my boys will probably be bigger than me by the time they are 10….hmmmm.  As the panic started to rise, I decided I needed to devise a plan to instill the fear in those two little shits.  Ryan has no problem…he will be able to look them in the eye till at least 16…maybe 17 but me? I've got no chance of sizing them up physically.  Those two boys need to realize now, that this house is a Dictatorship…ain't no due process…there will be no jury of your peers…you will not receive your one phone (that I know you will use to call grandma)  This mama needs to go turbo (a riley-ism) on these boys so that when they're 18, and they've messed up, and Ryan is in their face, they say with hands folded up to their maker "PLEASE DON'T TELL MOM WHAT I DID!"