Nine months, nine months, nine months.... I can't believe our little one's been here nine months!
So, Ella turned nine months old this past Friday and we have no exciting news to report from her check-up 'cause there was a bit of a scheduling snaffoo and they made our appointment for the wrong hospital, aah how we're loving this new outsourced appointment company that's working for the military healthcare here in San Antonio : ) We decided we'd have our own checkup and went home and weighed and measured her and can proudly report that ever-so-petite-one is up to a whopping 15 pounds! And we had been told to wait until the 9-month check-up to add any meats to her diet, but I said screw them for messing up our appointment, so we gave her her first taste of chicken this weekend, woo hoo! Not that she even knew, as it was mixed in and completely diluted by cereal and vegetable and applesauce - applesauce, applesauce, applesauce, I swear she will eat anything as long as you mix it with applesauce. Sweet potatoes, wouldn't eat em' - sweet potatoes with applesauce, eaten faster than I could spoon it in. But I still can't stomach the idea of green beans and applesauce so we'll have to find another mixer for those : )
Anyway, I also realized the nine month marker meant that she has been "out" as long as she was "in", sounds weird, I know, but it really just means I can no longer say, "Hey, I had nine months to put the weight on, so I have nine months to take it off", oh well, the deadline has officially passed.
So, nine months of parenthood conquered, mastered, passed, achieved, and all I have to say is I find more and more funny little quirks about 'mommyhood' that make me stop and smile. I've decided you could have a whole list of running jokes, like the comic Jeff Foxworthy has his "You might be a redneck if..." jokes, I think you could have a "You know you're a mommy when...". I think I'll work on it and here's a couple to get it started...
You know you're a mommy when... you check your pockets thirteen times for the pacifier and still walk out the door without your keys (every time).
You know you're a mommy when... doing one load of laundry and remembering to eat lunch are the only things you can accomplish in one day
But my favorite for the week and totally true is...
You know you're a mommy when... you drag the mixer and ALL your ingredients into the BATHROOM to make chocolate chip cookies, just so you won't wake the baby from her nap. (Seriously, I did it)
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You know you're a mother when...you thought of a great comment to publish on your sister's blog but you had to talk to your 5 year old for a second and now your mind is BLANK!!
You know you're a mother when...(now I remember it) your head jerks up in a store or anywhere you hear a child cry out "mommy" whether your child is with you or not.
You know you're a mother when...you just go ahead and tell your toddler to wipe their chocolately face on your shirt because its faster and probably more sanitary than that nasty public restroom.
You know you're a mother when you like the smell of a newborn even if it is kindof like sour milk mixed with Johnson's Baby Wash.
You know you're a mother when...you proofread your email and discover you have spelled "you're" "your" in every entry you made - oh wait maybe that is just because I am dense, and sleep deprived and frazzled - oh yeah that's being a mom. But it is all worth it when they tell you they love you.
Talk soon.
Love your bigger (oh yeah, older) sister
Wow! 15 pounds! Way to go, Ella!
I'm freaked out now, of course, that at Ellerie's 4 month check-up, she weighed in at 15 lbs, 2 oz. My baby is a giant!
Which leads me to my contribution:
You know you're a mommy when every fact or milestone you hear about any baby on earth, past or present, sends you immediately to your "comparison database." Am I feeding too much? Too little? Too often? Not enough? Agh!!!
Love you, chica, Give that sweet peanut a hug for me.
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