Murphy's Law stinks

Inasmuch as I'm way behind on the blog, please be informed that I owe you all a report on our super-cool visit to Aspen, and Lily's very first trip to Disneyland. Unfortunately,as you may remember from past tardy entries, the more momentous and enjoyable the event, the longer it takes to write it up properly, and even then, the blog often doesn't do it justice. Murphy's law, right?

That Murphy guy is on my bad side right now, though. Because instead of having a very nice weekend celebrating Tata Rina's birthday with all the Mojica's and Ye's, and then possibly meeting up with friends at Disneyland on the way home, the low-level cold Lily's been nursing for the last ten days or so blew up into a fever. Full-fledged, pushing 104 degrees, high enough that we were calling nurses and reconnoitering emergency rooms.



So, instead, we packed up and went home...Lily woke up at like 6 AM, and we figured:


a) she wasn't going to be in much of a good mood for a party


b) by driving home, she might get some more sleep (which she did, as you can see here. Poor sweety)

We also doubled her usual ration of loveys, since we felt so sorry for her.

Thankfully, by Monday, the scary fever had broke, but as of late Tuesday we still have a very grumpy, fretful, sleepy Lily, who of course resists anything that might end up helping her (like medicines or fluids), so that's not much fun. She does have relatively happy moments at times, but mostly, major grumpus. This is also probably due in no small part to the two new teeth we just noticed cutting thru her upper gums. Talk about adding insult to injury!!

One small plus of all this is that Lily has broken her months-long streak of refusing to sleep on people...Mama got a few nice snuggle naps yesterday. Dada, on the other hand, is only allowed to be a respectful distance away...no touchy!

We have also watched the same five episodes of Wonder Pets about a thousand times, as that's all Lily wants to watch, and gets positively hysterical if we don't comply. (Note: this often takes the form of bonus hysteria above and beyond whatever crying she was already doing, interspersed with insistent cries of "PETS!!")

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention...the reason we were celebrating Tata Rina's birthday at the Mojica's is that Uncle Thom broke his leg pretty badly and can't really deal with restaurants. Or with taking his wife to Napa for her birthday, which is what was ORIGINALLY supposed to be happening that weekend.

If I ever catch that Murphy guy, he's getting SUCH a smack...

P.S. Lily is definitely getting better, though, so don't get too worried reading this blog. Mostly, Dada is venting his spleen at whoever is responsible for scheduling fevers and teeth.

The Lily Mac will make ya...

Jump, jump!

Lily is becoming such a Big...Boy?

All I'm saying is...well, see for yourself:

<-- This is Lily

This is Big Boy -->

You can draw your own conclusion. I'm just saying...

(just kidding, Lily! We think this outfit is super cute. Big props to Aunty Cathy for the cool threads!)

An old Cheyenne saying

There is an old Cheyenne Indian saying that goes "Do not judge your neighbor until you have walked two moons in his moccasins."

Lily apparently has taken this sentiment to heart, and in an attempt to better relate to her parents, is trying to walk in their shoes.

Here you see relating to mama. Heels are hard! Dada helps her keep from tipping over, much like he does with mama. (Just kidding, Pinky!!)

(apologies for the funky aspect ratio, we had the camera sideways so we had to rotate the video. I kinda like it, it makes Lily look extra petite!)

And now, dada shoes:

Pretty good with the flip flops, she didn't even need help! The crocs are gonna take some work though.

So there you have it...Lily is making a genuine attempt to create empathy with her parents. Although, I have a sinking suspicion that she may be working off the more modern version of the proverb:

"Never criticize another until you have walked a mile in his shoes. For then, you are a mile away from him - and you have his shoes." Hey, where are my crocs, anyway?

Can you say...

Lily has had a breakthrough in "can you say?", as shown below:

Not too bad! I had to pump up the audio on her responses so they'd be audible, the net effect being that the whole thing sounds a bit dubbed, but we promise, this is exactly as it transpired last night. Good fun!

We need to confirm if "Mally" is an acceptable two-syllable nickname for cousin Mallory, though. She's not getting "Mallory" I think because it's too long for her. In Lily's defense, "Mallory" is pretty hard...Mallory herself was saying her own name as "Mallonini" up until quite recently.

Swimmy swim

A couple posts back I mentioned that Lily now LOOOOOVES swimming. Well, look! Here's proof!

Super-nanny Norma took Lily swimming at this community pool near her mom's house (which, in the small world department, happens to be right next door to a house dada lived in for the first month he was in San Diego...weird!). It's a really nice setup for Lily because they have this whole wading pool just for little ones, where Lily can stand quite nicely.

Lily is quite fearless in the water...perhaps too much so! She would jump straight in if we let her. So swim lessons are going to be a requirement, we think.

Here's a little video. Please note how Lily "swims" on a noodle (0:23) deliberately sticks her face in the water (0:39), piggy squeals in protest (1:19) if you try to take her out before she's ready, then decides to climb out anyways (1:30):

And, of course, the apres swim bunny swaddle...

By the way, dada bought the two-piece suit featured here for Lily but I think mama is rejecting its further use. I think she's worried Lily is too cute in a bikini and the boys at the pool may whistle at her. (At least it's forever commemorated in blog history!)

Thank you, nice lady that Dada works with!

Hi, everybody! Lily here. I'm taking over the blog for a moment to say thank you to someone who is very nice to me. Dada works with a very nice lady named Linda who has a girl who's a bit older than me. She gave mama and dada good advice even before I was born about pregnancy stuff, like vela...velamen... vela Mentos? Some kind of candy, I think. Anyways, she gives us baby stuff from time to time, like the bouncy in this post that was my favorite for a long time (and helped me sleep!). But just recently, she gave us a bunch of clothes! I think they're mostly from her relatives in England, but whoever got them has good taste. Fashion show!!

This is the first thing I wore. Jammer jams! I like this a lot because most of my jammies have long sleeves and footies, which is a) kinda warm for this time of year, and b) kinda slippy on the tile, and while I'm an expert walker (I can even walk in my sleepsack!!), slippy feet nonetheless present incremental risk of go-boom. So I like these a bunch!

The next thing we tried was this surf butterfly ensemble. Hm. Do they surf in England? Maybe Aunty Linda got this one here. Anyways, I like this one for its casual chic, plus it's one of my only tee shirts that has buttons at the neck (discreetly tucked on the back side) so my head doesn't get squooshed when I put it on. Since my head circumference is the only part of me that isn't below 10th percentile, I really appreciate this!

Last night, I slept in another of the jammies. Now, to the untrained eye you may think it looks like the first jammer jams, but if you look carefully you'll see that this one has ruffles on the sleeves, which makes it extra girly. Also, it's a bit roomier, which would be good for hiding figure flaws if I had any.

There's lots of other neat stuff too, but a lot of it is for slightly cooler weather so I have to wait a bit to try them all. But I just wanted to tell the nice lady that I love them!! Thank you!!

-xoxo Lily