| | I have too much to say. I don't know where I begin, so I just don't post anything.
Maybe I'll put up some adorable pictures soon!
Evie is 6 months old. She started crawling on her actual 6 month birth day (to the day). She wants to chew electrical cords and smash her head into things, like the sides of her crib (which she has learned to scale--she can stand up on her own now, too). She doesn't know how to play nice with Noah yet and makes him cry with her brute force. We can make her grin from ear to ear (and even giggle sometimes) if we say "hop hop hop!" and bounce like bunnies towards her. Don't ask me how we figured this one out.
She likes to bite me when we're nursing when she gets bored or her gums itch or for no reason at all. She has zero interest in eating solids, but lots of interest in playing with her spoons and getting messy. Sometimes she actually tolerates us slipping a teaspoon or two of applesauce or mashy sweet potato into her mouth, but usually not.
I'm still working at the museum and the box office, and just added a small retail store to the list of people giving me paychecks. I'll be taking her with me when I work at the store. The possibilities for embarrassing situations are endless--I already answered the store phone while breastfeeding once and had her pull off and start screaming, knocking the phone base onto the floor. My decision making skills are extremely poor these days, and my brain started to melt as I tried to prioritize putting my boob away, moving the phone away from her screaming mouth, picking the base up off the floor, calling for help and actually talking to the customer on the other end.
Justin usually comes home from work, walks straight past me, and picks her up from wherever she's been deposited--and at the end of the day, this is usually a place that won't let her crawl into things, like her exersaucer or the baby swing. Sometimes we talk about things that don't involve her, but those things are then probably car-related things, which means my brain automatically shuts off anyways.
We went on a 2000+ mile roadtrip to Texas to see his grandparents again, and took Evie to the beach for the first time. The 18 hours each way of driving actually went pretty well (aside from a minor incident involving Justin puking in the backseat of the car due to lingering flu symptoms), and we even got to see Rachel and Raef in Austin on the way down.
I have developed a random love of Boulevard Wheat beer. Very strange and very recent, considering I've gagged at the slightest taste of beer (except Miller High Life [the champagne of beers], but only at Moe's Chez Charlie's, and only when I was already drunk on rum and cokes) for years now. I try to keep lemons in my fridge at all times now.
We played in South Padre Island.
The only solid foods she's interested in are human flesh and hair. Baby cannibalism is so cute.
Then, Justin gave into my demands that we see the Alamo if only for a second. And only for a second it was: we got there at 5:29 and they close at 5:30. We got to see an old man slip a greasy-haired docent a cash tip to sneak past him into another room at closing time, though. **shudder**
Then we walked around the Riverwalk and took cool, MySpace-quality self portraits of ourselves while waiting for our table.
Spoons are awesome, as long as mommy and daddy aren't the ones holding them apparently.
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