That time again- 7 Months

What could be better than getting a monthly update about my children? You know, I almost stopped doing this, but then I was trying to find some milestone of Claire's and realized that I didn't really document it anywhere, so it is lost. There you have it. My reason for putting it on the blog. Two years down the road I'm really going to appreciate myself for this.

So, It's been 7 months.

Six months I could understand, but seven. SEVEN! Seriously, I don't know what's happening. I still treat this girl like she's 4 months old, but now she's getting the sass and attitude that comes with getting older and I'm trying not to sigh too much about the time I feel I've lost. 

I got out the 9-12 month clothes the other day thinking that she would definitely have to wait a couple of weeks to get into them. Boy, was I wrong. They aren't even too big for her. Luckily she hasn't gained weight in a whole two weeks, so maybe we will be able to wear these clothes for a while. 

Her talents include: crawling, sitting by herself, falling on the tile nearly every day, standing with the help of the couch and tub, eating baby food, sucking her thumb (still), getting sick and getting exactly what she wants, staying up late (since being sick), waking up at 5 am on her 7 month birthday, smiling adorably, laughing even more adorably, being ticklish, squint smiling (a personal fav. She can't smile too big or else her eyes squint closed). 

She loves all talents and also loves the itsy bitsy spider, pat a cake, peek a boo, any song you sing, chasing siblings, when other kids get right in her face, sleeping in the baby bjorn, driving mom CRAZY with her eating (nursing) tendencies (seriously, folks! suck...PPPUUUULLL.....look around the room, repeat. I set her down, she screams. I try again. PULLLLLL and look around the room. It's infuriating.). She loves the bathroom for some reason I haven't figured out yet. She'll sit outside the door and cry if I've closed it. 

Here are her pics. I'll be honest. I dropped the ball this month. There were so many things I could have done: Halloween, costume, pumpkins....but.....we got sick and it's made me tired and maybe a little ornery. I feel like this will suffice this month.

Also, let me preface. I bought this bow with an entirely different photo shoot in mind. I don't think it looks very good with this outfit/style. I didn't even really mean for this to be her picture day. I had just set up the background and floor, plus Brian was home, so I thought I'd do a test run. There you have it. Test run turned into the 7 month picture day.

And....here are the other two. They were being my lighting subjects and being such hams! Is it appropriate that I posted Jared in such attire? Yes...because this is how he looks every day.

Anderson Household Gets Their Comeuppance

WE'RE GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!! If anyone of you have seen the Parks and Rec episode where Chris gets sick (and if you haven't, DO! It's hilarious), you'll understand why I feel a little like him. He's standing in the hospital looking at himself in the mirror. A machine of athleticism and extremely good health, not permitted to get ill, looks at himself and says rather convincingly, "Stop. Pooping." 

Not that this is our problem or even a symptom, but I have found myself staring at myself in the mirror wanting to scream, "PLEASE END!" I was almost proud about the fact that I hadn't gotten sick from this horrible bout of germs. I eat rather healthy (and yes, my daily ice cream counts has a mental health snack) and I exercise every day. The Chris Machine, if you will. He doesn't get sick. I don't get sick! Heck, MOM'S aren't allowed to get sick. But they do. 

Husbands on the other hand, who eat entire bags of chips by themselves are more prone to getting sick. And sick they get. Very sick. They receive their daily does of all living viral organisms in the house and put on display an adult response to whatever illness their child has been carrying for the week. Don't even get me started on the Hailey illness, sleepless nights, coughing fits, and screaming.... 

Back to our story here, unfortunately mom's DO get the most resilient strain of Hand Foot and Mouth for who knows how long. The good news is, I know that food doesn't taste gross because it morphed into edible crap, and I can manage my hygiene so much better than my 2 year old who turned into the worst drool monster the world has ever known. (Not kidding. His ENTIRE bed was soaked in drool in the morning). 

If you're wondering why things like this get spread around the schools so easily, I will enlighten you. We've had this before and know how contagious it is. Basically, if you call me on the phone, little HFM viruses will transfer through the phone lines, causing blisters along the way, and jump into your immune system on the other end. You will then plague your house with it's horribleness for the longest 7-10 days of your life. Your children will morph into carnivorous dinosaurs on a diet (since they don't eat) and your house will turn into an episode from hoarders. Your sanity will be on the brink of disaster and the only cure for the mental state is a trip to Sam Moon (or comparable cheap jewelry store) to people watch and buy cheap accessories. 

AAAaaaanyway, I called Claire's school to see how long they stay out of school with HFM, asked the desk attendant and was transferred to the school nurse. 

She said, and I quote, "As long as they don't have a fever they're fine to come back." 

Me: "Serious? Even if they still have blisters and are contagious?"

Nurse, "Well, if she's feeling really sick and unwell with the blisters, you can keep her home, but mostly we're concerned about the fever."

Okay? She will be back to school tomorrow then to hopefully not infect her entire class and ultimately allow them to develop their own fevers. (Luckily she's not a drool monster either, so she should be able to keep it to herself).

Before illness, there was silliness and happiness in our house. Thanks for the silly face photo-bombing, Claire! 

She looks so proud of herself in that tub of 12 month clothes doesn't she. 12 MONTH CLOTHES!!!! She's SEVEN months old. SEVEN! Stop it, Hailey! You're too big already! 

The Texas Life

Summer in Texas is always an adventure. I feel like I'm getting used to the heat and humidity...never thought I would. I think we've ventured outside a little more this year and it's been so good for my soul and sanity. 

The kids have had so much fun with these.....

Cicada shells. Thank you Brian for bringing this to their attention. They've had to bring them in the house now. Funny, because Claire refuses to touch them, but wants to create her own indoor colony of them.  She only held this one because it was attached to this leaf. 

Washable markers. They are a joy aren't they? I love them. The kids love them. We have had walls painted with them, but more importantly, my children have to become cats every single night. Then they bounce around the house meowing.

Hailey crawls everywhere. She still doesn't sit by herself without falling over in every direction. Yes child, it IS strange to crawl before you can sit. You're doing things in reverse here!!!

Look at those eyes. I'm in love.

And now for this cheesy smile. This girl smiles with all the parts of her face. I didn't quite catch it in time, but she'll smile so big that her eyes squint closed and then she has to blink it away. Gah! It makes me laugh and melts my heart every time. 

Jared prefers media to people at any given point in the day. I have to greatly restrict Wild Kratts at the moment. 

Last, but not least, Fire Ants. Gosh dang those fire ants! I was mowing the lawn yesterday and apparently came across a colony of them. You'd think I stood in this pile for at least 10 seconds with all the stings that I have. No, sir. I laid one normal, 1 second step into the pile I didn't notice and got bit a bajillion times. 2 hours later, cutting tree branches - same scenario. Now, These things are nasty Mcnasty and I am annoyingly allergic to them. I've seen my kids get these without the same effects. Mine are painful for about 2 weeks and I swell from the sight and extended about 4 inches. Since I have 10 stings around one ankle, I fully expect to have kankles for two weeks. You're also not supposed to pop them, but I've discovered that if I do, they go away much faster (on my body at least).