oh my!
This past weekend was the AHA's Heart Walk so we enjoyed that event (the rain stayed away until the end) and got to spend time with Nana, Papa, Jenn, Max and Milo too.
Lucy and Milo eyed each other for a little bit, but didn't interact too much. At these ages, a four month age difference seems to make a huge difference so I'm sure that once Lucy is as mobile as Milo, there will be some fun and a few battles.
After spending the afternoon swimming, Charlie and Max were happy to veg out on the couch and watch a movie. It's fun to see these two together as Charlie idolizes Max and is so happy that he can finally keep up with Max.
Lucy is officially 10 months old and her "little" status continues. At her 9 month check-up, she weighed 15 lbs. and 12 oz. (13%) and was only 5th percentile for height. For comparison purposes, Charlie was almost 22 pounds at his 9 month check-up so we definitely have two extremes.
Lucy quickly mastered standing up, but hasn't quite figured out how to sit back down so there is usually a cry for help when she grows tired of standing. She is no longer content to lay on the changing table to be changed or get dressed. We are in full on drestle (dress + wrestle) mode. While she's started to like the Gerber finger foods, she is completely over baby food but is highly suspicious of "real" food. And when we makes her mind up about not eating, there is no going back - those lips are sealed. It's probably karma for the years when my food intake revolved around the same foods over and over again, despite my mom's attempts to get me to eat something else.
We celebrated Father's Day on Sunday and enjoyed Charlie's responses to his "All About Dad" questionnaire. Some highlights about BJ (per Charlie): he is 5, his favorite activity is going to church, his job is to clean the table, he always tells Charlie to eat lunch and he likes to go to the mall with Charlie. I hate to steal any one's thunder, but the response that BJ is 5 is probably the answer that is the closest to being accurate.
Not to be outdone, Lucy had her own homemade card for BJ.
Thank God for daycare because otherwise it would have been slim pickings for BJ. Recently, Copper has been obsessed with chewing on a piece of mulch to the extent that I wondered if he was trying to whittle it into some type of message for me and I was tempted to wrap it up as a Copper's homemade gift to BJ but Copper hid it somewhere outside on Sunday morning. The reason I know that he is still working on it is that any time he goes outside he barks on his way out the door as if it is a battle cry to resume the whittling before staying outside for ungodly amounts of time. The irony with all of this? Mulch is one of his many allergies so I figure that for every minute he whittles, he is shaving a good 10 minutes off of his life.
