
Note to self: Never leave baby unattended with Devin's classmates at a Superbowl party. Baby will attack beer mug. Got your attention? Welcome to the weekly musings of a new mom.

You know how when you're in the moment you're thinking, I need to blog this. Then it comes time to blog and you're thinking, "that was totally not blog-worthy". Well today, I decided to blog it anyway, so here it is: how I start my day 3 or 4 days of the week.
On a normal night Eva will sleep from 9pm to 4:30 or 5am. I'll go get her and feed her in our bed then she'll sleep between us for the remainder of the night. About 7 she'll start chirping and flapping her limbs like a turtle flipped over on its shell. I'm not ready to get up so I'll roll her onto my chest to try to lull her back to sleep. It won't work so I'll stand her up on my tummy. She'll spring up, look around the room then back at me with a big, proud grin on her face. Then I'll lay her back down on my chest, propped up by her arms, her face about 6 inches from mine. She'll stare at me while contemplating which of my facial features to attack. 3-2-1. Slime Time! Then she'll pull back- "burp" (oh no, OH NO) BARF (ok, I'm up, I'm up). And that's how my day begins.

Babies change so much. It really is astonishing. She has finally discovered her toes, she's starting to sit on her own, she'll chew on anything and everything (loves ice in her mesh teether), and she makes a sound similar to Muccully Culkin when he yells in
Home Alone- especially during
American Idol. I think it is her version of singing. The contestant will start singing, she'll sing back, we turn up the volume to hear the tv, she'll turn up the volume in retaliation and on it goes until the cops show up.

Last night we gave Eva her first taste of "real" food. Rice cereal is hardly my idea of a good meal but to this baby is tasted like Paula Deen's fried chicken. Here is the video of her first bites and the battle that ensues over who gets to hold the spoon.
And 3 bonus videos for the Eva fan club.
3. Now don't call UARMTI (Unemployed Attorneys for the Really Mean Treatment of Infants) on me-note she is smiling, not crying when we clap at her. Just one more thing I find really funny. (This is totally off the subject but a couple nights ago she bounced in this thing for about an hour and a half. When I took her out her cheeks were bright red and she was all sweaty. Ok, here's the clip.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xUadRHO5OE