Hello 8 months.

I sort of skipped over Saul's turning seven months (as I have with most of everything else that happened in October--ouch), and here it is that he's now eight months. 

As far as I can tell, he is enjoying being eight months way more than he enjoyed being 7 months.  Seven months was a lot of I'm-super-sick-of-this-bouncy-chair-and-am-totally-bored-with-every-regular-baby-toy-you-are-giving-me.  So, now I just let him play with plastic bags and suck on my cell phone (which is what he's been wanting all along anyway) and he's been much happier.  Also, he can (basically) sit up on his own now (I tell you, my guys are little slugs for the first year--don't expect any crawling for another 3 months at least--and you don't hear any complaining from me about it).  He is rolling over quite a bit more now and can eventually get to something out of reach.  He's also discovered that he has a voice.  His favorite (and most effective) sounds are a loud squawking, that make me pretty sure that he's part pteradactyl, and a closed-mouth growl, that makes me think that he must be part leaf-blower.  In any case, he got us both ejected from observing Max's piano lesson this week. 

He's also become really interested in actual food.  Too bad that I'm not getting around to feeding him very much of it.  I'll admit, I'm so slow when it comes to introducing solids.  For one thing, there's part of me that feels like something's wrong about feeing a baby from a spoon when they can't even sit up.  But mostly there's the part of me that's just too stinkin' lazy.  Really, it's a huge hassle to get out the cereal, mix it with formula, get everything the right temperature, put on the bib, take 10 minutes to feed them two tablespoons of cereal and fight every bite with their trying to grab the spoon or pushing the food out of their mouth, then clean up the whole mess and wash the dish, wiping down not only the tray, but the baby, bib and everyone's hands....and then I still have to nurse him when we're all done. 

So I figure I might as well just go straight to the nursing....but don't worry, he's completely vitamin fortified as I'm supplementing with Cheerios.  I am taking full advantage of his now having mastered the pincer grip and the fact that he can be occupied for great lengths of time with a tray full of Cheerios.  It's no Gerber-baby-approved plan to skip straight over the rice cereal and all the pureed veggies and go straight to the Cheerios, but I say, three cheers for Cheerios!

While I'm in the mood for making up my own parenting rules about introducing food, maybe this week we'll go straight for the turkey with cranberry sauce. 

Is it just me, but I think that I see some Smith in this guy....maybe?

Over all, he's still Mr. Fantastic. 

You get what you get, but there's always a fit

Adam just told me that Candyland is on sale at Toys R Us for just $2 (with rebate!) in case we want to replace the copy that I threw out a few months back. Thanks, but no thanks. It's still a big: PASS.

Next on the list for throwing away:  the stinkin' set of plates, cups, and bowls sold at IKEA.  Note to self (or any new parent): never, never, never, never, never, never, ever, ever, ever, ever buy anything that comes in multiple colors when you're planning to use them for more than one child.  Because, no matter how many times we say (blithely, sternly, apathetically, etc..) "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!" still, (and here's the important part), no one is happy unless their cup, plate and bowl at each meal are all

MATCHING!!!

Aaaaaarrrrrgh!!  If my hair is starting to thin or if the bags under my eyes are looking larger and darker than normal, now you know why.   So finally, after all of these years with the buckets and buckets of tears shed over having to eat from a yellow plate with a green cup and a pink spoon, we finally went out and bought  three more sets--that's eighteen (EIGHTEEN!!) stupid plates and bowls and cups so that no one will EVER have to cry over this again.  In fact, now both girls can eat from an all pink place setting--HOORAY!  But, what happens? Irony has invited itself to pull up a chair at our dinner table because now Max is policing the nightly table setting (and then rearranging it) to ensure that no one will have a match. Cue hysterics from Isabel and Olivia. 

Afterall, (he's insisting!) you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!

Tapioca Everybody!

I've been lucky enough to have had the same best friend since third grade.  Well, I guess technically there was a brief period in 4th grade where we must have been pretty thick with Liz S. too, since at the end of the year the three of us recieved the "3 Musketeers" candybar award.  And then there was the time during freshman year at BYU where she lived in the dorms and I still lived at home and it caused a sort of unspoken competition about who was having the better year.  But for most of the rest of our growing up, I think that we were basically known as AnnaandJennette....or was it JennetteandAnna....or was it just ConnectedattheHip.  Whatever. She's been a pretty awesome Buddyol'Pal over all of these years; if you like me, then you'll loooove Anna.

But to go where I want to go with this story I'll have to admit all of our nerdiness now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of it; in fact, I hope that my daughters grow up as sweet and square and innocent as we were.  What it means is that we spent plenty of weekend nights not interested in fashion or shopping or magazines, but watching classic musicals or Doris Day movies or Room With a View.  That we listened to CCR or Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, or the Mamas and the Papas, or (yes, I'll admit it) Enya, and made dozens of mix tapes.  That we thought we were hysterical to dress up as "F-Chicks" (you'll have to be from Provo), or for making epithets out of "Chang Kai Shek" or "Mao Tse Tung." That we would break curfew for rebellious activities like taking down political campaign signs off of one person's lawn and then putting them on someone elses' (or all of them on our AP English teacher's). That we thought it would be cool to marry twins and then share one big backyard with a joint pool. That we went to plenty of plays and concerts and art exhibits, but that we saw The Cutting Edge at least four times in the theater.  That we worked at Sundance and never once used the free employee season ski passes we had. And that we decorated our shared freshman year locker with pictures of Europe clipped from travel brochures and then spent lots of time planning about how we could get to see Prince Edward Island and Washington, DC and New York City and London together.  Oh, and, that neither of us liked sports.....or dogs.

Well, we did make it to DC and NYC and London together, but we didn't marry twins.  (At least we married from the same genre of guy--the hiking, skiing, biking, not-into-following-major sports, wants to drag us to the WARPed tour, smart science-nerd genre.)

She is still the first person I call when there's trauma in motherhood, or frustration in politics, or a fabulous find in food, or a tidbit to gossip.   And she is stil--far and away--the only person I can unequivocally trust with a movie recommendation.

So tonight, when Max cooked his own fried egg (from start to finish, all by himself) and when eating it said, "This is delish!,"  I knew that he got that phrase from me.  And I knew that I got it from Thoroughly Modern Millie.  And I knew that of the many times I've watched that movie, that most of those times I watched it with Anna.  And I felt lucky once again to have had such a terriff friend.   

Trick or treating has no rain delays

If like me you were excitedly waiting for the World Series game 3 on Saturday night (OK this is Adam posting not Jennette in case you're doing a double take) you will have noticed that the Philadelphia was experiencing a pretty good rainstorm which delayed the start by more than an hour. Well there are no rain delays for trick or treating so Max, Olivia, and Jennette braved the elements for quite a while. Here are the soaked skeleton and flapper girl post diluvial.

Isabel (bunny rabbit) and Saul (little lamb or "the golden fleece") did some local treating before hanging out with Dad at home to dish out the goodies and watch a little "Nightmare Before Christmas."

Here's a picture prediluvial with friends from the neighborhood

and from pre-Halloween festivities. As in previous years it takes some serious coaxing to get Max to don any form of a costume. The face painting is his first face painting ever (really). Olivia and Isabel have taken quite naturally to costumes though, Isabel had a complete list of what she wanted to be for Halloween (dog, zebra, bunny, butterfly). Naturally we steered her to the bunny since we already had the costume:

I know J won't be happy with the missing face of the golden fleece, so here's his cute mug. Eat your heart out Argonauts.