I have to say, I wasn’t the best at keeping up with P’s baby book as far as remembering all the things to write down about each month. I’m kind of glad once you hit 12 months, the baby book doesn’t ask you to keep track of monthly milestones and memories, because I certainly never remembered everything or when exactly it happened . But even though I don’t have a book telling me I should be recording all the new things Penny does or experiences every month, I’m surprised by how many “firsts” we are still enjoying.
This week, I took her to her first “Toddler Time” at the library. I thought she would do okay since she was in daycare for so long around other kids, but she was a grade A clinger for most of the time we were there. She warmed up towards the end once they brought out the bubbles (kid loves her some bubbles!) and would venture a little bit away from me. Introvert me really doesn’t love having to be in a room full of strangers, but I think it’ll be good for her so I’m going to try to suck it up and take her every week for the rest of the summer to get her used to socializing again before she starts daycare in the fall.
This weekend, Derrick took her to the pool for the first time (I was at home with cookies in the oven because it was a spur of the moment decision for him to go). Apparently, the water was a little chilly and she only really would sit in his lap on about the second step of the steps going into the pool. She met some of the other neighborhood kids too, so I think if we just keep taking her throughout the summer, she’ll end up really enjoying it. We are, apparently, going to have to have a come-to-Jesus meeting about wearing hats to the pool though…
I think she’s totally rocking the look, personally, but I’m basically the most evil mom ever for daring to put it on her head <eye roll> The hat, like the pool, will require some getting used to, I suppose. The little stinker did manage to get out the door without it, as Daddy promised only 10 minutes out in the sun for the first pool adventure.
Saturday night, we took Penny to her first baseball game. We went to a Gwinnett Braves game; a minor league team with ticket prices that are wallet-friendly for parents with kids who will definitely not be staying for the whole game. Mostly she just wanted to run around and they have a lawn section where a lot of other families camped out on blankets, so she was entertained for awhile. We did have seats for the game and she sat through about an inning in the seats with us. She loved clapping and celebrating with everyone else, which was pretty cute. I’m teaching her the Tomahawk Chop and chant and she kind of gets the idea of that, so we practiced at the game…gotta start ’em young, of course 😉
We took it pretty easy on Sunday, but yesterday we ran errands (and discovered there is a carousel at the mall. We didn’t go on it this time, but next mall trip, Penelope almost certainly will take her first carousel ride because this mama never gets to old to want to get on too!) and then worked a good bit on the front of the house. I have to say, it felt good to put sweat and hard work into our own front yard. Thunderstorms chased us inside, but we definitely made a lot of progress with it.
I bought a bird feeder. We were at Home Depot and I was picking one out and Derrick came over and said, “I thought you hated birds?” to which I responded “Not when they’re outside and I’m inside.” (I know, I’m a woman of contradictions, and therefore unpredictable about these kinds of things). So we hung it up yesterday. I’m kind of feeling a little offended though, because I have yet to see a bird come over to eat. I hear them in my backyard, so why aren’t they coming to my window when I’ve been so nice as to provide them with food? See, this is just another example of why you can’t trust birds….
Well, I’m off to get my favorite little monster up (who has taken to making little nests in her crib by reaching through the slats to the basket of blankets next to it) and to refill this empty coffee cup.
Hope everyone has a great week!
(oh and important roach update…besides a small roach (like small enough that squishing it was a lot less disgusting than normal) in the bathroom on Saturday, it has been 8 days since the last cockroach. Praise the Lord and let’s hope it stays that way!)