Monday, December 26, 2011

Oh what a night

So, yesterday was Christmas.
And for the most part, I was a happy girl.

I got some tummy time in front of the fire (perfecting my front to back roll).

But then they insisted on putting me in this ridiculous get-up.
Not the best look for my cankles.

No worries though.
I settled into Mom's arms and made the best of the situation.

Catch ya later Christmas 2011.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Peace on earth...

Merry Christmas, people!

Last night I met cousin Jeanise for the first time. She held me for the first 30 minutes of church to give Mom's arms a break. Phew!

That was prior to my first Wigilia. And before-meal-bread-breaking.
Grandpa was nice enough to help me out.

He even held me and offered some of course #9 - Beef Barley Soup.
I preferred my hands.

Wigilia takeaway? Two words: cabbage and potato.
But pierogi is what I'm holding out for...

I woke up happy.
And grateful for my wonderful family on this, my first Christmas Day.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Let the spoiling commence

Welcome to 1129, Maizey.

It took your mom 11 years of begging and pleading to get her horse.

You? Five minutes and no talking.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Fetal pole to femme fatale

On January 20, 2010, Will and I got our first glimpse of the nufkin
we'd come to call Maizey.
But back then, she was just a fetal pole, aka: F.P.

And now?

Like sand through an hourglass...


Saturday, December 17, 2011

Bunting up

My Great Aunt Robin made these wool, hand-embroidered buntings
for my mom (right) and her cousin Molly.

And now, I am getting heaps of mileage out of my mom's, 33 years later.

Thanks, Aunt Robin!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Hats and tasks

I got a new hat today. Nice, right? It'll match my purple puffer jacket purfectly - and keep my ears nice and toasty. (And no - I don't have a toothache, Dr. DeSoto. But thanks for asking.)

Mom and Dad are having friends for dinner, but Mom had to be on a web conference. (And I wasn't being very helpful earlier in the day.) So, she decided to model multi-tasking.

She's still not too sure about this "part-time" business. Those hours just keep creeping... up.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Pizza lady, pizza lady

We got a new pizza delivery lady.

But nobody told her she shouldn't sleep on the job.
No worries though. She earned a tip on cuteness alone.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Brains over thighs

My first doctor didn't believe in percentiles. I liked him. Why? Because at this new place they tell me I'm in the 80th percentile for weight. Channeling Kim, not Kate. (Makes Mom happy. Me - not so sure.)

But I decided to listen to Grandma and just keep smiling. It's too early to have a weight complex, right?

Not to worry though. Right afterwards they told me I was in the 85th percentile for head size. Woo Hoo! Bigger brains than thighs is my motto.

After that, percentiles were over (yes - I am breezing over the fact that I'm short - 50th percentile for height). On to heart and lungs. They said I sounded congested.

Yep. Always. But don't bother me none.

What will six months bring? Only time will tell...
(P.S. Shots were a breeze this time!)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Thanks, St. Nick

Happy St. Nicholas Day, everybody!

My mom grew up celebrating this holiday, placing her shoes by the door on December 5 and waking to find her footwear filled with gifts. Or rather, a gift - usually something to keep her warm. Since I don't wear shoes, my gifts came in a box.
Straight from Lake Shore Drive. Who knew?! Maybe he winters there? Resting up for the big day?

Anyhow, inside was a bag special for me. Mom helped me open it.

Keeping with tradition, Grandma, errrrr, I mean St. Nick, made me this sassy hat to keep me warm.
St. Nick sure can felt some mean flowers!

I also got my first pair of leather choppers. Pic of those to come.

Mom found me irresistible. Puhlease - lay off the cheeks!

St. Nick's Ann Arbor connection hooked me up with a beautifully illustrated Night Before Christmas book.
I can't wait until Dad reads me the whole thing.

After my poor performance on Mom's birthday, Dad helped me work
something out with St. Nick to make up for it.
Nice, right? (And, someday they'll be mine.)

Ahhhh, the holidays.

They're great as long as they don't make me wear this damn hat ever again.

And to all a good night.

Monday, December 5, 2011

School photo phobia

Remember last week's post about my somewhat embarrassing school photos?
And my mom's black-comb-down-bang fear?
Well, Gram and Gramps Yooper sent this down to help explain the root of the problem.


(Really, Mom. I think a black comb was the least of your problems. Toothbrush? Yes. Black comb? No.)

Sunday, December 4, 2011

123 days

November 28 was my four month birthday.

Can you believe I've gone from this?
(day three)

To this?
(day 124)

Mom and Dad sure can't!
The only thing that's changed for them? Darker under-eye circles and bigger smiles...

Friday, December 2, 2011

J and M

Did I tell you James and Mary visited last week? No?
Well, let me tell you, it was great.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

The bumbo

Guess what?! I'm now strong enough to be a card-carrying Bumbo user.

Mom's so proud!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Photo humiliation

I was recently baptized by the embarrassing school photo crowd. I mean, can't we all agree I am MUCH cuter than these shots make me out to be?

Mom's convinced the Teddy Bear Portraits people got after my bangs with one of those damn black combs. (I think she's projecting a past experience.) I gotta admit she's got a point about the uni-brow though. Total lighting fake-out.

She also hasn't forgiven Dad yet for forgetting to tell her it was picture day.
 Fruit jammies? Really?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Santa Parade

Saturday was Milford's Christmas Parade.
These downtown events are kind of old-hat so I knew to rest up before leaving the house.

We met up at Jack's house.

He was looking snappy in his holiday gear.

Me - I opted for the furry boots. 
Toasty and fashionable. (Thanks, Denise.)

We watched the dancers prep.

So then I had to speak to Jack about ogling the older ladies.

He understood my concern and promised to keep his eyes on the prize. Me.

The parade was sort of a snooze.
At least my hands were warm.

Mom waved to Santa for me.
Hope it doesn't hurt my chances...

Afterwards, we had a baby party at the house. But, Jack and I only had eyes for each other. A better visit this time. So I let him eat my hand.

Ahhhh - friends.