Cakes, naps and other stuff.

Besides being a mom, I am making cakes these days. This one is gluten-free! A doctor from the Whole Child Wellness Center in Belmont ordered it for her husband. I spoke there a few weeks ago. Hopefully it will bring in some dough. These are pictures of the cake. I am just focusing on 6 inch round masterpieces. Its fun!




Lita and Cat!! She is an architect. Lita is going to help her build stuff.


MEOW!





Daddy like to put stuff on her head, and the she like to pose.





So, a few weeks ago I started sleep training her for naps and she has responded quite well. In other words, she goes down for a morning nap around 9ish for an hour or so, then goes back down around 1ish for an hour or so. Every day. Then she goes down for sleep at night around 630ish 7ish. She isn't sleeping through the night, and so far I haven't let her cry it out. I am just too frigging sensitive. However, the lack of sleep is no longer fun and I am slowly losing my mind. I entertain the idea of letting her cry it out every night when she wakes up to play or just tweak my nipples instead of actually feeding. Yeah, I said 'tweak my nipples'.
Anyway, I am tired of not sleeping. I don't think I have slept more than 4 hours at a time since I have been pregnant. So, she might be doing some crying this week.

Constipation, more teeth and stupid mail carriers.

BATHsheba.
She loooooves water. Likes to stick her face in it and choke, scare mommy and daddy, then laugh in our faces and do it again.
This kid...


We thought she kinda looked like a character in Stars Wars or something here.



This is the look of constipation, not consternation.
Poor thing.



Ok, Dot is not a 'dangerous' dog, she's a frickin' Labrador. She is also not 'large'.
She is a runt of a doggy. And then there is the fact that she never even saw or met the mail carrier. He was down at the corner and we saw him pull up and promptly went inside.
Since when did they become such pussies?

Christmas and Shhhhhhhhhhhhasta!

Her great-grandfather and my muffin-top!







The day after we arrived in Hawaii, it was my 36th birthday and my mother gave me this really neat hat... ahem, you know, its cool.






They were totaly sizing each other up. Thats my mother she is with, in case you were wondering.






Her great-grandfather!!








Here she is with her Daddy's mama. I found that whenever I tried to get a photo of her face, grandma dodged the camera. I will capture her one of these days.



Then we went to the snow in Shasta the day after we got back.

Three of Eight.

Dance, dance!

ho hum...

I can't wait 'til she starts flingin' it everywhere.



She kept pushing my hands away and fussing every time I tried to reposition her so she could be comfy when she fell asleep, just like her father.
Oh, and check Blanche in the background trying to get up on the counter. She is still up for grabs, you know.

Gangsta-style, silver dreams and TEETH.

SO we got this huge box and enormous bag of clothing from a friend who knows someone who was looking to unload all of their babygirl clothes on an unsuspecting couple, because they had no idea what to do with it (imagine that), and one of the awesome things we got was a sweatshirt with a bulldog or something on it. Its blue, with a red interior, not your average run of the mill girly style color scheme. Anyhow, so, we started joking about the colors and the fact that we live in Oakland and ooooohh crippy blood/bloody crip yaddah yaddah and then I decided that she needed to girly it up so I put a RED headband on her and then she just ended up looking like a tennis player or something and headbands are stupid anyway.
But secretly, I like them.



After she puked 3 times on her sweatshirt, I put her in her pope outfit, not really, but, after she fell asleep, the hat moved and thats what she looked like... but I don't think the pope has a silver moon rattle. At least, not in public.
She really did fall asleep with it in her hand like that.
She also has cut 2 teeth. Yikes.