Teagan's Kryptonite

The girl is a desert baby, born and bred. Upon venturing to our favourite park with the best kept grass we've ever seen in Vegas, we discovered that Teagan has a weakness: Grass. She must have at least one limb not touching the scary green stuff at all times.

 She got herself sitting up and realized that she didn't love the feeling of the grass on her legs.

 Once she realized how to minimize the amount of touching occurring between legs and grass, she seemed to do okay.

 Apparently that wore her out a little, and she figured out an easier way to alleviate the problem.

 Apparently grass touching her head is okay. Just the legs, then?

Since I've realized that grass causes her to stay in one place for longer than 10 seconds at a time, paralyzed by the crippling fear of feeling grass on her legs, I selfishly have been taking her to the grassy area in our complex for a little quiet time. It takes about 10 minutes for the effect to wear off and she musters the courage to crawl around. One steaming pile of dog poo later and we're back in the stroller, moving on with life. Dog poo is Mummy's kryptonite.

*Just realized that all the pictures from the previous post were also taken on this particular park adventure. She does have more than one outfit :)*

The Evolution of the Poop Face

 It started off so cute...

...then solid food made things less cute, more sad. The red behind the eyes indicates the ferocity of the inner struggle.

 Now the poop face has become downright heart-wrenching and the adjective "cute" no longer applies. Time for more prunes!

Party in my Crib! You're invited!

Unlike most expectant couples, Buddy and I didn't run around looking for the perfect crib and crib set as soon as we found out we were having a girl. Instead, we waited until that girl was 7 months old. No need to call CPS, she didn't sleep on the floor. We were fortunate enough to inherit a Pack 'n' Play with a bassinet that suited Little T quite well for the first two months of her life after which we were even more fortunate to be living with Buddy's parents who are more-than-equipped to house babies quite comfortably. So it wasn't until we moved back to Vegas that she needed a more permanent place to rest her little round head.

MTV wasn't available to cover it, so I felt the need to publicize it myself. Without further ado, I give you: THE CRIB.

Our parents have been more than generous in helping us with first baby expenses, and we have Grandma & Grandpa Richards to thank for this beautiful crib and crib set. So THANK YOU! As you can see, Teagan is getting your money's worth (and with it being so perfectly gender-neutral, we may even consider having another one day so it will really be worth your while!). I often wake up to the sound of her singing to herself. If my room looked this good, I'd wake up singing too!

I'd love to show you the rest of the room, but as our current motif is "Floor to Ceiling Boxes" I'd hate for you to think me white trash. So, we'll limit the glimpse to the crib. We've only unpacked the "essentials". Meaning our movies are all readily available. The blender? measuring cups? Not so much. There's goes that white trash thing!

As you can see, Little Miss T is thoroughly enjoying it and I'm hoping she can enjoy it for a few more minutes while I shower. Or stalk other blogs which, let's face it, is more likely.