Ellie's New Year's Eve Eve Present to Us

We went out to dinner last night after doing a little shopping. It was late to have little girl out and about but she was doing ok and wasn't fussing. She was just wild and yelling. But the restaurant was really noisy and no one seemed to notice the tiny, sweet, very loud little girl in the high chair. That is until she suddenly and without warning projectile vomited all over the table and floor of the restaurant. Hubby said he wished he had video taped mine and Philip's expressions as she vomited everywhere. I don't remember being that amused by it. Babies are not supposed to produce that much vomit. The waitress was sweet about it all. We left her a big tip along with the vomit.

I discovered what must have caused the vomiting. I inadvertently gave little girl sour milk in her bottle. Before we went to dinner we stopped at a Circle K and Simon ran in and got milk for her. I opened the milk and filled her bottle. Didn't think to taste it or smell it. (It is the no hormones whole cows milk that I have been feeding her since she turned a year old). (I am slowly trying to wean her from Momma's milk). So she drank a whole bottle full of sour milk. I thought to smell the milk I had given her only after she had vomited. Cuz I'm quick like that.

Christmas Morn

What the heck is this?

Oh, turtles.

Christmas Blueberries! Bet ya can't guess who put me in the high chair without a bib.

Philip, awake on X-mas morning and on the lap top trying to spend his Christmas money. Philip being awake anytime before noon on his Christmas break is a treat for us. Seriously, we never see him before dark it seems.

Look who's fixing Christmas dinner.

80 degrees and Sunshine

I took these photos the other day. The weather was ridiculously perfect. So warm, Ellie had on a sun dress. This was our sweet life before the gnarly flu knocked on our door and kicked our asses. (I must remember to look through the peep hole the next time). Ellie didn't get sick because she got a flu shot at her well baby check up. She has been crawling circles around us for week now. Philip has been calling us zombie parents. We must have been really pathetic because Philip volunteered to fix dinner for us one night. He has even looked after Ellie. So, contrary to popular belief; 18 year old sons can be useful. If I hadn't been so sick I would have taken a photo to document it.

Just Now

You Are My I Love you

Happy Birthday my tiny non-sleeping baby. I can't believe it has been a year since we brought all 5 lbs and 4 ounces of you home with us. So much has happened in your one year. I have no idea what life was like without you. (I have forgotten cuz of lack of sleep. I officially have Momheimers.) I think that is why I started this blog. So I could remember your babyhood.

Now that you are 12 months old you are talking up a storm. Not all of it is understandable or decipherable.  Here is a list of the words and phrases you have uttered so far:  Dada, Mama, mine, I do, I get, I want. "Mom, have? Mom, want? Apple, Bath, (pronounced baff) Gamamama, Philip or Bup. Puff.  Bunny or bun-bun, (name for your blankie). Num or nummy (when you want to nurse and take a nap).

You kiss the cats way more than we would like you to. You crawl everywhere. So far you have stayed away from the cat boxes. You still wake once or twice in the middle of the night if we are lucky. You love your fuzzy bunny blanket and sleeping without it is out of the question. You do something new everyday. You always have a smile for us. You love your brother. You are our Ellie Beans. You are My I love You.