Little Hercules is getting kind of creepy...

Sorry it's been a few days, last week was kind of boring - nothing worth blogging about... until Friday that is.

I think Miss M is really a comic book hero in disquise. Her secret ability is mega-strength. I swear, next week she'll be lifting Buicks off of little old ladies, or stopping speeding trains with her pinky.

Friday she pulled herself to standing. She is standing, although still holding on, all by herself! Seems awfully early for such behavoir so I looked it up and multiple sources say most babies don't do this until they are 9-11 months old. It's her new favorite thing, she is pulling up on everything - J even saw her doing a chin-up as she tried to climb on top of the coffee table last night. I wonder how long it will take her to truly get her balance, because it won't be long after that she's walking.

Chicken Wings

Miss M sleeps through the night - sort of. She goes to bed at 8pm and wakes up at 6:30am. She doesn't need a bottle in the middle of the night, she doesn't need to be held or comforted. BUT... she does need to have her chicken wing amputated.

Once, twice, maybe even three or four times a night Miss M gets herself stuck in various uncomfortable positions. She's starting to toss and turn a lot, so she's starting to get her feet caught in the bars of the crib, and starting to bonk her head on the wood en-board. The most ridiculous of these late night acrobatics is when she somehow manages to wiggle her arm inside the sleeve of her PJs and double it up - so she looks like she has a chicken wing. She doesn't like chicken wings. Another weird one is when she manages to sit herself up in her crib, but she's sleeping, so she's kinda confused and pissed off that she's sitting up.

Daddy is her savior, if she didn't have him to remedy her contorted little body I don't know what she would do.

Hypocrisy

Ah, grasshopper...

We were at the pool in Ann Arbor this weekend while visiting Miss M's grandparents. Every Sunday night they have "Coals and Ice" and allow their members to bring food to grill. The place is packed with dripping kids and family picnics, table space is at a premium and the volume is steadily increasing as parents sip glasses of wine and beer.

We're enjoying our own little family picnic with a few of the G-parents friends when out of nowhere this strange little boy comes up to our table and proudly announces, "I have a grasshopper on top of my head!" Of course we all look at his head and sure enough, he has a grasshopper crawling around his little blond toe head. "Wow, you sure do." Little boy replies, "Yup, he just jumped up there."

Little boy walks away to accost some other table with his pet grasshopper and we continue our picnic. About 20 minutes later little boy comes back, "He's still here!" Hmmm, little boy getting stranger. About 20 minutes after that little boy comes back again, "He got hungry so I'm feeding him," (an edemame bean) "He's eating it slowly, one molecule at a time."

Strange little boy came over at least four times that night, always with his new best friend. And no, no one knew who this little boy was - not even the G-parents.

Weird night at the pool.

Poor choice of a preposition...

Miss M is playing contentedly on the floor with her toys. She doesn't need other kids, or mommy and daddy to help her play, she can play all by herself. And how appropriate therefore is my companion's comment: "Wow, she sure does like playing with herself doesn't she." (If you didn't get it, read that quote again. If you still didn't get it maybe you're older than my mental age of 11.)