The picture on the left was taken at the hospital just before we put Baby A+ in the car to bring her home. She was two days old. The one in the middle was taken in the same carseat yesterday at nineish-months. And finally, the one on the right is in her new, big girl car seat (in Cow-moo-flauge. Ha ha!) that she will have until she's 3 or so. I can't believe she was so tiny! I really don't remember her being so little. And now, I can't believe she's so big. She's in the 50th percentile for weight at 18#11oz but the 90th percentile for length/height at 29" long. Basically, she's tall and thin. Sigh. She certainly didn't get that from her mom.
She's learned to clap and can wave but somewhat indiscriminately. She hasn't figured out that waving is a salutation so she just randomly waves from time to time. She's also starting to scoot on her tummy. She still hates tummy time but I am committed to making her do it everyday or else she'll be 14 before she can crawl. Daddy hung a swing on a tree branch this weekend and that's pretty fun. She sat in it this morning and watched the chickens rummaging around in the hosta garden.
Speaking of chickens, I let them out into the garden everyday now. After reading "The Omnivore's Dilemma" (I think I am the last person in the world to have read it--better late than never), I felt like they should be able to wander around the garden and do their chicken thing. So they do. The girls have also been invited to be the stars of "Chicken Bingo" at our food coop's Crazy Days celebration. (Crazy days is a town-wide sale and festival of sorts that happens in late July.) I'll be sure to post some photos here after the big event. In the mean time, I'm trying to figure out what to feed them and when so we can maximize their poopiness. It's really a crazy thing to want to do--make the chickens poop even more--but I suppose it's called Crazy Days for a reason.
2 comments:
Love the new cow-moo-flauge.
where are those promised photos?
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