Day One-Hundred and Sixty-One: Eating Solids take 2!

We really haven't been pushing her on solids. We just have something for her to munch on at dinner so she doesn't feel left out. Truth be told, she just wants what we are eating, but the other night she ACTUALLY wanted some rice cereal!

Day One-Hundred and Sixty: Punished

I'd say this is a fair punishment for not taking a picture this day....

But these are very near the day. 

She's a pro at the Exo-saucer now. Hangs out in it all the time. 

And I didn't think I would be "one of those moms" but I bought 

a holiday onesie for her. "I love my mummy" It's cute. And 

so festive for Halloween. 

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Nine: Skateboarding

Jace spent the day skating with my friend/old co-worker, Brandon. They literally skated all day and Jace literally couldn't walk the next day. It was fun to play photographer.

See Jacey peeking at Jadyn in her stroller in the background? hehe

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Eight: I don't dare.

I didn't get around to taking a picture of Jadyn today. 

And now she is asleep. 

Do I dare try to take a picture and risk the possibility of

waking her up? This would mean hours and hours

longer of her thinking it's time to play...

Not a chance! 

This is as close as I get. 

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Seven: Winding down

Jadyn loves stuffed animals. Jace started calling them 

her "babies", so now, every time we hand her one we 

say "Love your baby, Jady." And every time she gets

really excited and squeezes them as tight as she can. 

What a girl. 

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Six: Other things in the world

Jace took the camera for his class today, so I don't think I got a picture of Jadyn. But this is what daddy shot of other things that were in the world on her one-hundred and fifty-sixth day of life.

Aren't these awesome? 

P.S. We LOVE our new camera. 

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Five: Come what may and love it.

"How little I knew then of what awaited me in later years. But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.”

How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness."  -JOSEPH B. WIRTHLIN

As mentioned in the previous post, sleep has been a battle. Just when I thought I had gotten off easy and got through what everyone called the hard months for sleep with a baby that slept through the night...she had a shift. And it has been hard. But I am learning the make the best of it.

Because the truth is, she isn't always going to want me.

She isn't always going to think I am the means of her existence.

And she won't always be absolutely content with snuggling with her mommy in the middle of the night.

So I am going to just let go and enjoy it!

Day One-Hundred and Fifty Four: Filling in the spaces

Well... it's going to take a LONG time to figure out which part of outer-computer space all my pictures have been shoved. There are just a few days I can't find. So, in the meantime I will fill those days with pictures from other days that I did not post on the blog.
This was after a date night with our very favorite couple, the Campbells. They are just wonderful and have made this awkward adjustment a little more comfortable. We went out for some sushi (the men went out for sushi. Us ladies ordered some good old mongolian beef and asked for a fork instead of chop sticks. We really don't blend in very well).
After a fabulous night, I came home to find my little darling still wide awake. Her new sleep schedule has shifted from fairly normal to totally insane. Now she goes to bed at 7:00 pm and wakes up at 8 or 9 wanting to play. She thinks it's a nap! I have been struggling and struggling to get her to stay down: Cry it out method, fill her up as much as possible method, give her a nice relaxing bath and massage her, books, singing, rocking, stick the pacifier back in, teething gel, relaxing music, white noise, ear drops...all FAIL. And most nights I have given up totally frustrated with the fact that a girl a sixth of my size has way more stamina that me.

 But on nights like these, when I have been away from her, it makes me so happy to see her waiting for me.

...wait a minute. She is not in her jammies, which means I was talking about the wrong night. This must have been when we went to Mt. Fuji with the Campbell's and took her with. Oh well, same battle. We just really gave in that time and took her with us to play.