Baby, It's Cold Outside

Brrrr. I hope you and yours are keeping warm! Toledo, Columbus, and Baltimore were all mentioned on the news here yesterday in regards to weather, so we know you guys are just as cold as we are.

Other than a slight case of cabin fever, we're all doing great! Libby's 4-month appointment is tomorrow, so let's hope the peanut weighs in well. Her tummy definitely seems more chubby and tickleable right now.

Libby's been staying nice and cozy (as well as fashionable and adorable) thanks to her grandmas.

From Grandma Betsey


From Grandma Betsy (we might have to call her Grandma No-E)

And the Little One Said, "Roll Over"

I've noticed that Libby finds tummy time less miserable in her crib (maybe the mattress with the elevated head puts less pressure on her tummy?), so we've been practicing in there lately. I put Ms. Caterpillar in, and Libby is fairly content for a few minutes.

So I put her in Saturday and started straightening up her room. Next time I looked at her, she was on her back. Little Ms. Libby rolled over! (Of course, she has yet to replicate the feat; however, I take it as no less a sign of her pure genuisness.)

By the way, Ms. Caterpillar is a super-awesome Leapfrog toy from Aunt Kim's family for Christmas. I highly recommend it and suspect it will grow with Libby for the next couple of years. It's called Baby Counting Pal.

**Note: My apologies if my post's title got the song stuck in your head. If it makes you feel any better, it got stuck in my head, too.

New Slideshows!

I'm finally posting the Christmas slideshow (called Christmas in Ohio). I also posted one called 4 Months because I've taken so many super-cute pictures of Libby in the last couple of days. Some of them are doing that weird shaded thing again; I can't seem to figure out why. If you wanted that picture to download, e-mail me and I'll send it to you.

I was going to post my favorite picture (the one of her with her burp cloth on her head), but Blogger isn't working right now (what a shock). Oh, well -- you can see it in the slideshow.

Our Little Peanut

Libby's still just a little bitty shrimp -- 11 pounds and 15 ounces. She's such a tiny little thing. Seeing as how Martin and I are so petite, she surely must get that genetically. I told the GI doc that I couldn't understand how I could have a child so uninterested in food, and she told me that -- alas -- Libby will likely enjoy food just fine when she's older. Enjoy the slimness while it lasts, kid.

Libby adores two main pursuits these days (God knows she doesn't send much time eating): giving expert raspberries and being a Libby Monster.

Her raspberries are bountiful and enthusiastic. I try not to take it personally when she greets me with one every time I get her from her crib. I turn on the light, she realizes I'm in the room, and "Bbbbbllllttttttt." I have a video clip of her doing raspberries to her cloth diaper burp cloth (her favorite toy these days). Someday I might even have time to post it.

The Libby Monster has nothing to do with our peanut's behavior (which, by the way, was very smiley and giggly today). The Libby Monster is the gravelly, guttural voice that Libby has learned she can make. All day long all you hear is "Grrrr." She loves it, and it's guaranteed a laugh from unsuspecting strangers.

These pictures are from a little photo shoot I did on a very smiley day last week. However, as soon as Libby sees the camera in our hands, she becomes very serious and curious as to what that infernal contraption might be.... So we never get good pictures of her smiling. This is as close as I came that day:

I will give you $1,000 dollars if you go to sleep right now

No? How about a Pony? A MacBook? A Wii? Your own apartment?

So Libby decided after her 4am feeding that, on second thought, she was done sleeping for a while. I say on second thought because she'd fall asleep, but as soon as we moved her to the crib she'd immediately wake up again. After Kerri repeated that procedure for for about a half hour I took over. 40 minutes later I finally got her to fall asleep, but only by giving up on the crib and putting her in her swing. And that left me with a whopping 20 minutes before my alarm was going to go off anyway, I just went ahead and went to work. Nothing like strolling into the office at a leisurely 6:45.

The kids just not sleeping and, the sad irony is, the less sleeps she gets, the less sleep she wants. If it was socially acceptable to put your kid in a medically induced comma, I'd so be there. Maybe I'll start spiking her formula with a little sudafed. That can't be toooooo bad for her.