Roseola 

I’m pretty sure our polka dotted bunny has roseola. After having a fever through Sunday morning, she woke up a sweat… The fever had broken! 

Almost instantly, a rash started developing on her tum and neck. It’s since spread to her face.

Besides the rash, her biggest symptoms since yesterday have been exhaustion (she slept most of the day yesterday) and cranky pants.

She is definitely not a happy-go-lucky babes today, which is okay. The crabby face is sick. I get it.

We have her 9 month check up tomorrow, so hopefully we’ll get confirmation then.

   

 

Partner in Crime

Charlie and I went to the grocery store this morning to make sure she and Daddy had enough food to sustain them for the weekend (I’m going away with my girl friends!!). I’m very lucky to say that this is the first time I’ve had to take her with me (alone) for a VERY long time. Mark and I have been in a position where one of us can always stay back with her while the other shops.

Anyway, knowing Charlotte’s happy-go-lucky personality, I wasn’t woo worried… despite the fact that we were creeping up on nap time.

To say that my expectations were blown out of the water would be an understatement.

She was happy and excited and smiley and plain old fun to be with. She was waving at people, giving out smiles and laughs… She definitely made shopping way better than it would have been on my own.

And now, an hour later, she’s still excited from our shopping trip.

Looks like I have a new partner in crime.

  

Weeks 37 & 38

I of course didn’t update the blog last week with all of Charlie’s latest and greatest… And of course, I can’t remember everything.

Here are the highlights from the past two weeks:

  • Charlie started giving kisses more freely. She legit knows what it means when we say, “give me a kiss” or “give so-and-so a kiss”… AND she gives them more willingly. She’s so sweet! 
  • As of this week, Charlie is non-stop trying to stand. She’s also been lunging forward. She gets up on her knees and then flies forward.
  • Charlie has been so mommy-focused. She climbs up me and gives me big hugs. It melts my heart every time.
  • Charlie’s sleep has been nice and solid. Going down easily, sleeping well, and just being awesome.
  • In the past 2-3 weeks, Charlie has expanded her loves to include bread. She’s now eating (and loving) wheat. This week, we gave her pasta with tomato sauce. Another big win!

Here are the pics…

   

  

       

   

               

Dear Daddy…

As I’ve mentioned before, my office is a hybrid… part office, part daycare. One half is filled with all the office mandatories… desk, computer, files, bookshelves. And the other half with a jumperoo, walker, activity center and about a zillion toys.

Part office…

Part daycare…

Charlie’s cafeteria

Charlie even has her own keyboard and mouse so that she can do work like Mommy.

But, every so often, she gets the desire for the real deal. So this morning, Charlie decided to send Daddy an email…

Dear Daddy,

,SW SFB, ,/./ z []SD][P67[ZAqbhgiujbnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlp;i 

S

Love,

Charlie

PS: Here’s the video of her typing the message (or at least part of it)…

It’s all fun and games until someone poops in the tub

This weekend, Charlie and I were taking our second bath together ever. The first was so sweet and fun, I was pretty excited for the second.

We got in and Charlotte was playing with the water from the faucet and enjoying the bubbles from the bubble bath. 

I had her sitting on my crossed legs when all of a sudden I felt her flex her muscles in her tush a couple times.

Then, I felt something weird touch my leg. I instantly grabbed her and sprung to standing.

“Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrk!!! She pooped on me!” 

The husband was instantly roaring. As I stood there in my swimsuit, holding my naked babe, with tons of poop at my feet, Mark pulled out his camera. 

After he finally sTopped laughing, he began scooping the poop out with a bag. Unhappy with his tools, he went to go find some other instruments. While he was gone, Charlotte started to fuss and suddenly, I was hit in the leg by MORE poop!!

One log, then another!

What the heck!?! 

It was literally more than she’s pooped at one time in quite awhile.

   

   

I’m the baby!!

Before Charlotte, there was Toby. He was our puppy baby for sure. We took him everywhere with us, we cuddled him, we coddled him… He was the babe.

But there’s a new girl in town and Toby’s definitely feeling the shift.

He’s always been a bit neurotic, but since Charlotte was born, it’s gone to a whole new level. He’s constantly shaking in fear or growling like a rabid dog. 

For the past week, we’ve been giving him this natural pill that’s supposed to relax him. It’s made from casein and is supposed to emulate the relaxation created from mother’s milk… Or something like that.

Regardless, I feel like there has been a slight difference. His growl outbursts seem to be a bit rarer and we’ve had many more sweet moments (at least in my opinion).

But as Toby becomes reunited with his calmer, less psychotic self, he’s started his re-election campaign for baby of the house…

“Look how sweet I am in this high chair!” i swear, we did not put him in here. No idea how he managed to get himself in there, but once he made it, he stayed put for quite some time.

“See? I can be quiet and sweet!”

  

the reigning princess takes back her thrown.