The New Adventures of Old Meg and Eric

Fall Pictures

On a whim, I decided to take Lyla to Pilcher Park for a photo shoot. One of the girls I played softball with was holding "mini sessions" at the nearby park so I took advantage. The pictures are awesome. Really, see for yourself.

Happy Halloween

We kept is pretty low key for Lyla's first Halloween. After all, how much fun can a nine month old have? We got her all dressed up and visited Homewood Disposal, Gaga Peach's, and her grandma and grandpa's. No trick or treating allowed this year!

Spit Happens

When Lyla was less than 24 hours old, she decided to spit 1/2 of her bottle right back at us.   New parents that we were, Eric went running for the nurse telling her the baby was choking. Little did we know, this was the beginning of a very long road. Every bottle from that point, as you may remember from an earlier post, was followed by spit up.  A lot. A little. We just never knew. We went through at least three bibs and four outfits a day. It was awful.   After every feeding, even those at 2am, I was too afraid to lay her back down. I would hold her for at least 45 minutes and then as soon as I'd lay her down, the barf came again.

From the beginning, our pediatrician told us there was nothing we could do and she was just a baby that spits. She assured us that it would end by the time she was nine months. NINE months! That seemed like an eternity!

Well, this post is meant to remind me for next time around. Megan, your doctor was right. Nothing you do will stop a child from being a spitter. Exactly one week shy of Lyla's ninth month, the spit up miraculously disappeared! I couldn't even believe it. It was like having a different kid!

Notes to Self (for next time around)
   Buy Tommy Tippee Bibs, they are the best.
   Switching formula doesn't help.
   Switching formula only causes more misery.
   Pack at least four outfits when you leave the house.
   Don't worry about what people say, it's not your fault you have a spitter.
   It really does take nine months.

What's Really Her Name?

Rarely does Lyla actually get called Lyla. This girl has a long list of nicknames that I didn't want to forget so here goes:

Ly
Lylers
Ya-Ya
Squish
Squishy Face
Baby Girl
Nugget
Nuggie
Nuggs
Mama's Girl
Mama's Little Girl
My Girl (ala Daddy)
Sweet Face (ala Grampa Mac)
Sweetie Baby
Monchichi
Monchi's
Beauty
Dolly Girl
Ladybug
Baby Cakey
Picklepuss (ala Mimi)
Grandma's Girl
Jeffery (we'll explain this to her later...and not in writing)

Lil' Punkin

Finally! Afer 15 years of asking Eric to go to the pumpkin patch, I finally get to go (much like the zoo)!

Hanging out with her Gramp. Look at those teeth!

Corn Maze! Creepy.

Lil' Punkin

Not sure who is more excited to be here!

All fun and games until a pony tries to eat your baby.

She's having so much fun.

Had to post these cheeks.

Another pumpkin patch with the Gonzo's...and of course it was 90 degrees (in October)

Lyla and her man.

Me and the girl.

Jaws

Let me start by saying this...teething is the worst. THE WORST. As if getting her first tooth wasn't horrible enough, Lyla went all out and got two...at the same time. Like a lot of first timers, I thought she was just getting a cold. She didn't have a fever, but her nose was so runny and she had a horrible time sleeping. I said many times throughout this ordeal that I would much rather be in labor again than deal with a teething child. Even now a few months later (I've been slacking on my postings) I stick to that idea. But, as soon as those two little bottom buggers popped out, she was back to my old Lyla. This is, until, a week later she got a 3rd tooth. And a week after that, she got a fourth! Hence, the nickname JAWS.

I'll admit, I was a little sad to see that gummy little smile go, but those little toofers are too darn too!

This is the best pic of those little buggers I could get.

Labor Day Weekend

It usually is, but this Labor Day weekend seemed extra busy. Eric worked a lot and even managed to sneak in a round of golf. This left Lyla and I to spend a lot of time together! The big event was getting together to celebrate Gram's 75th Birthday!

Once it was over, I felt like super mom. Then it happened. She decided to throw in her first word. You would think, since we spent so much time together this weekend (both during the day and ALL NIGHT LONG due to her first teething experience), she would choose to make it up to me by saying "Mama". No. To really stick it to me, she decided her first word would be "Dada". Really?