To look at this picture, you would think that Phoebe is just a happy little sweetheart, wouldn't you? Don't be fooled... she is in another cranky funk: all week she's been cranky, fussy, not eating quite right, protesting nap time with a vengence, and just generally is not her normal happy self. She isn't sick or anything- just a little off. She had about a two week period of this sort of behavior about a month or so ago (see earlier post regarding the Kraken), and then at the end of the two weeks she slept for almost a whole day and was back to normal again! We think it's either a growth spurt or she may be teething, who knows. But anyhow, she was kind of a mess all weekend. Beth and I went out to lunch to Mongolian BBQ on Saturday- what a trip THAT was! First Phoebe was a crank-butt because she was getting hungry, so I fed her her bottle while I waited up at the grill station for my food. When we got back to the table I was burping her, and the waitress came by and said, "Oh, she's drooling on you," so I looked and there was spit up running down the front of Phoebe, down the back of me, on my chair, and collecting in a puddle on the floor. Awesome! So I took off my sweater, blotted up Phoebe, and plunged ahead with the rice cereal. Beth and I laughed that off, and continued chatting and eating while I fed Phoebe her rice cereal and squash...which was apparently too much for her, she had to make a little room...because she took this giant nasty dump at the table. She was grunting, groaning, turning red, eyes bugging out, traumatizing Beth while she tried to eat- it was a good thing it was loud in there, otherwise the other customers would have been disgusted! She finally got done with that, and I jokingly (and sheepishly) said, "Well that was quite the blow out, huh!" and as I moved my hand, I realized that it actually HAD blown out- out the side of the diaper and all over my hand! Great! I had to plug the side of the diaper with napkins to make it to the bathroom without any further leakage- good thing I have everything under the sun in the old diaper bag, huh? When that stinky disaster was over, we made it back to the table just in time for Phoebe to go nuclear- it was nap time, duh, and of course she couldn't just fall peacefully asleep! No no- instead, she growled, snarled, screamed, cried, punched and kicked and thrashed about while Beth stared at her with her mouth hanging open like "What happened to Phoebe and who is this freak baby?" I, smiling all the while, suggested that it may be time to take our leave. :) And wouldn't you know it- we weren't but 10 feet out the door and Phoebe was fast asleep? Sigh...Beth said, "I can't believe you're taking this so calmly!" Ah- my clever disguise worked, did it? :) Just kidding- I love every minute of Phoebe-ville- even the crazy ones like this! The picture here was taken on Sunday after church- we had New Member Sunday, where I had to go up and be officially- publicly- received into the church after my transfer a few months ago. Phoebe was Kraken-er-ific during new member orientation and the first half of the service- Matt had to walk around with her for at least 20 minutes until she passed out, then got reawakened by the organ playing, then walk around another 10 minutes, sneak back into the pew...you get the idea. But she was just fine when I had to go up front and shake the pastor's hand and what-not, so that was good. She is such a sweetheart- but I hope that this super-funk is over soon so she can get back to her happy-go-lucky little self!
The funniest thing was when Matt held her out on her stomach- she started kicking her legs and moving her arms like she had been swimming her whole life! She also kept chomping her jaws and kind of looked like a little Phoebe-shark...not sure what that was about, but it sure was cute! Phoebe was much braver than Mommy. (I spent my time standing in the shallow end, begging Daddy to get away from the deep end, wringing my hands and what-not.) But PB was a natural- Daddy, can we get a pool at our house? :)
What a big girl! We had two of these cups in the cupboard, all washed and ready to go, so we figured what the heck? Let's see if she can drink out of a sippee cup! I was all ready to grab the cup when she dropped it, but she clamped right onto the handles and didn't let go until she was done! I only had to help her tip it back towards the end- hmph! This little girl is growing up too fast...thinks she doesn't need her Mommy...sleeping in her crib...drinking out of sippee cups...hmph! :)
Here is Phoebe on her first camping experience...note the hat to keep the ticks off her head...ok, so it was fake camping, as in we weren't going to "camp," as in stay the night outside- we met up with Dad & Deb, who were camping at Summit Lake, to cook out with them at their camp site. Then Phoebe and I were going to head back home- these city slickers weren't quite ready for a night in the wilderness...but that isn't the way things worked out anyways, now was it? It turned out that some really bad weather came through, so everyone broke camp and headed back to our house to ride out the storm. It's a good thing, too- it was the worst storm I've ever seen! Phoebe and I got into bomb-shelter-mode, our patio furniture blew across the deck, and we lost power for the night! So this little fake camping experience was about all we needed of the wilderness and outdoors, huh Pheebs?
