Fourteen Month Update

Yesterday was Alethea’s fourteen month birthday.  Happy birthday, Baby!

Alethea finally got her last two front bottom teeth, which brings her tooth count up to 12.  It looks like her 4 canines are getting ready to come in as well and I’m hoping that they do it quickly so that we can have a break from teething for a while.  I’m also hoping that if Alethea has a period of not teething, maybe we can also have a period of not chewing everything she gets her hands on, but I’m only vaguely hopeful.

Despite Alethea frequently parroting words she hears Peter and I say, she hasn’t added greatly to her working vocabulary this month.  However, two new words that she does use pretty consistently are ‘grandpa’ and ‘night-night’.  She especially likes the later and has even communicated to Peter or I that she wants to go to bed by coming up and saying ‘nigh-nigh’ (it doesn’t have t’s when she says it).

This months favorite activities included reading books (on her own, she doesn’t like to have other people read to her at this point), playing with her Fisher Price Little People farm and animals, and taking everything out of the kitchen cupboards and drawers.

One change I’ve noticed in her socially is that she now wants to constantly be wherever I am, even though she used to prefer running around the house by herself.  It doesn’t seem to be so much that she needs more attention, but rather that she feels the need to keep tabs on what I’m doing at all times.  It’s like she’s afraid she’ll miss out on something exciting.

Other than those things, I think she’s about the same as she was last month, no ground breaking developments to report.  We continue to enjoy our happy independent girl and can’t wait to see what happens next.

Happy Father’s Day!

Several months ago I was at Target by myself late one Tuesday night.  As I unloaded my groceries on the register belt the teenage checkout girl asked, “How old is your baby?”

I guess she noticed all the baby food, diapers, wipes and formula I was buying.  After I answered her question, the checkout girl had another, “Where is your baby tonight?”

“Oh,” I replied, “She’s at home with her Dad.  He’s putting her to bed.”

The girl’s eyes got kind of wide and she said in an awed, sort of breathless voice, “Does he do diapers too?”

Happy Father’s Day to the love of my life and the best Daddy a little girl could ask for…

And yes folks, he does do diapers too!

Police Report Highlights

There haven’t been that many good police reports in our local newspaper lately, but here are the the few highlights:

First off, we have a new winner (or should I say serious loser) in the blood alcohol content category.  And the DWI prize goes to a 29 year old man whose BAC was .388   Yikes!

Next is “A red men’s bicycle was reported stolen April 4 on the XXX block of XXth Avenue N.E. The seat from the bike was stolen the previous week.”

One really has to wonder whether the seat thieves came back to finish the job, or whether this guy just has really bad luck.

And finally “A plastic, bronze fairy fountain was reported stolen from a backyard on May 23rd.”

Shockingly the report doesn’t mention any outraged neighbors calling for the fountain’s immediate return…

Birthday Party Pictures…

I know it’s been a while since I posted pics of Alethea.  Confession time: I haven’t been taking many pictures lately.  I do however have Alethea’s birthday party photos and even though it was over a month ago, I thought some of you out there in bloggy land might enjoy them anyway.

Happy Birthday Alethea!

Opening Presents

Opening Presents was Fun!

Alethea wasn't the only one interested in the Alphabet Pal

Alethea wasn't the only one interested in the Alphabet Pal

The xylophone was also a big hit

The xylophone was also a big hit

Apparently it tasted good too

Apparently it tasted good too

Alethea liked her table and chairs from Mommy & Daddy

Alethea liked her table and chairs from Mommy and Daddy...

But she liked eating the wrapping paper best of all

But she thought eating wrapping paper was the best thing of all!

Alethea didn't like it when I blew out her candle

Alethea was mad when I blew out her candle...

Alethea sure enjoyed her ice cream cake!

But she sure enjoyed her ice cream cake!

I’m a Bad Person

This is a picture of Alethea’s new toy.

Well, new/used toy rather.  We found it at a garage sale today.  Alethea located it among the toys for sale and promptly laid claim to it.  It didn’t make any noise, so I asked the lady running the sale if there was anything wrong with it.

“Oh it works,” she said.  “I just took the batteries out and told my girls it was broken because I couldn’t stand all the noise any more.”

I took her word for it and bought it for Alethea.

As we walked down the driveway with our purchase in tow, a little girl, maybe about three years old, came running out of the house and frantically asked in a bewildered tone, “Mommy, why are those people taking my toy?!”

I felt like such a criminal.  I kind of wanted to turn around and say, “Don’t blame me little girl.  Your mommy doesn’t like this toy.”  But of course I didn’t.  I slunk to the car as fast as I could and drove off.

That poor little girl has probably been scarred for life.  And all over a Disney Princess riding toy.

How Do They Always Know?

This morning we went to the Target Portrait Studio to get Alethea’s one year photos taken.  I know I’m over a month past her birthday, but I’ve been putting off scheduling an appointment because Alethea has had one bruise after another on her forehead and I was hoping for bruise-free photos.  Finally I just decided that I’d better schedule the sitting and make the best of it before we were taking 20 month photos instead and what do you know, the past few days have been bruise-free and things were looking promising for this morning’s photo shoot.  So far, so good…

Now just have to get her dressed and out the door…

I’m not sure how she knows, but Alethea always seems to sense when I most need her to cooperate and get going quickly and that is always when she is the most difficult.  She did not want to get dressed.  She wanted to read books.  We compromised with me putting her clothes on while she stood next to her shelf and pulled all the books off.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.

The diaper cover went on okay, but as I pull the dress over her head, she looses her balance and ‘whack’ her forehead smacks the bookcase.  As I groan, she bursts into tears and I contemplate whether to call off the whole thing.  But she’ll never be a one-year-old again, so we finish getting ready and run out the door.

After a frustrating photo shoot that included Alethea crying whenever we tried to get her to sit on the floor, her throwing the letter “o” (part of the word “one”) across the room multiple times, and generally just being difficult, we got a handful of good pictures and I think I actually heard the photographer sigh with relief when we left.

Not really.  The photographer was very professional, but after Alethea screaming for the last half of her infant pictures and now this at her one-year set, we may end up on some sort of Target Portrait Studio black list.

Any chance she’ll be more cooperative at two years?  One can only hope.

It Finally Happened… Sort of

So Peter and I have known for a while that his car was going to need to be replaced soon being as he usually has to pull over and restart his car at least once after he starts driving.  Transmission problems… <shudder>

His car makes me nervous since I’m always thinking that maybe sometime when he pulls over on the side of the interstate because the car won’t move into the next gear someone not paying attention will side-swipe him, or worse.  But since he mostly drives to the park and ride and back and only occasionally to work we were hoping to nurse it along until the end of the year.

Despite our hopes, I wasn’t really that surprised when a flat bed truck carrying Peter’s car pulled up in our driveway this evening.  What was surprising was that it turns out it wasn’t the transmission finally dying, it was the front axle breaking that finally did the Eagle in.  An axle that broke on the interstate in rush hour traffic.

I guess we can just add that one to our list of fun cars on the side of the interstate stories along with the time my breaks went out, and the one where I lost my cell phone out the window and the nice PA State Troopers stopped traffic to pick up the pieces for me.

I think we’re both fortunate to be alive.