Uh-oh!

Sweet Pea is about 16 months old now so "uh-oh!" has of course become a word of choice.  It is used appropriately and the expected inappropriately as well (I threw this cup on the floor!  Uh-oh!, etc.).

Last night, she woke up screaming just a couple hours after going to bed.  Unlike her, so I'm guessing bad dream or something. 

I went to her room to soothe her, but apparently hadn't cleaned up like we normally do before bed.  I kicked/stumbled over some sort of rattling toy as I walked in but didn't say anything about it; the toy just made its noise.  She stopped screaming and said "Uh-oh!" and was quite easy to settle after that.  It was totally adorable.

This morning she found a loose thread on Daddy's sock while he was trying to put it on and pulled at it.  As it got longer and longer and we talked to her about what was happening she stopped and said "uh-oh!" as though she understood this was a bad thing/the sock was messed up.  Once again, totally adorable!

All day long we're lucky enough to have these adorable moments.  Such fun.  :)

Baby's firsts

It's hard when a parent is away for a baby's first (word, step, etc.) but in today's world it's common for one, if not both, parent(s) to miss out on a few things.

We were lucky that any concepts of words happened slowly over time so we more or less experienced them together.  Her first steps were from my arms to his.  Those were the biggies for us, so I'm glad we both got to experience them.

Today she had another first: her first spin.

Sure, we spin her around in our arms all the time.  Occasionally in a chair.  Or in a sling/hammock sort of thing.  But today?  Today she stood in the middle of the room and starting spinning herself around.  And after about three spins, fell to the floor giggling.

We never gave it much thought before, but Baby's First Spin is actually really important to us and I'm so glad we got to see it together.  :)

Mom stupidity

My BFF has a daughter just a couple weeks younger than Sweet Pea.  It's a tiny part of what makes her my BFF.  We went through pregnancy together (and some rough times before that with miscarriages and trying to get pregnant) and then had our fabulous daughters almost exactly two weeks apart (she couldn't just stop pushing for 12 minutes so they could have the exact same birth time?  Jeez...some people!).

Anyway... 

We went out to lunch the other day and while we feasted on cheesecake (International Cheesecake Day for the win!), our daughters got a bowl of strawberries that came with a bucket of whipped cream.

They both adore strawberries and were fighting over the one available as a garnish in a drink at the start of the meal, so we knew they'd enjoy them.

They dive in and enjoy them and are begging for more and more.  We oblige them.

And then proceeded with the dumbest mom moves ever: we both decide to let them experience the heaven of true whipped cream and dip their strawberries in that.

We both like our kids to try new things.  Expose them to different foods, flavors, textures.  Crunchy like that.  And somehow in our mind we thought experiencing whipped cream was important.

But once they tasted that heaven, the strawberries were now just a whipped cream eating device, getting sucked on over and over again as they double, triple and quad dipped their berries.

What were we thinking?  If they went their whole lives not experiencing whipped cream, it would have been okay!  It's not like we were trying to get them to enjoy the bitterness of fresh greens or something.

We felt like complete idiots as we now battled to get them to eat their formerly-favorite plain strawberries.  Fortunately, they remembered how much they liked them and dug back in.  :)