Falling hard for Fitz

I was just starting to get use to the idea that Ella was crawling and I would need to begin cleaning the corners of my house better, when the child pulled herself into a standing position. Of course, the first time I saw her pull off this little feat it was to bring herself closer to Fitz, who was napping on the bed. I am going to make placards for Fitz to wear with the ABC's on them. She loves that cat. If she can eat him, grab him, crawl over to him, she will. I am going to use her love to trick her into all sorts of things. Eating will be the first and then we will move her on to learning how to read. Poor Fitz he is going to have to live forever. No rest for the weary.
Just because Ella is able to stand does not mean that she knows how to sit back down. As you can imagine this throws a kink in her plans. She has a maneuver that sort of lowers herself down, but it still involves her falling to the floor at some point. It reminds me a lot of my roller rink days. I loved to roller skate, and though I could go in a circle pretty good, I never managed to learn how to stop on skates. Therefore, if I wanted to stop skating in a circle, I had to run into the roller rink wall. Ohh I can remember being torn between roller skating and a bruise from hitting the wall or no bruise but no roller skating. I, like Ella, kept choosing the bruise. Maybe I can teach Fitz to be a movable pillow for her.

Dinner with a Show

Miss Ella has been eating real live very mushed up food. Well what I should say is she has been having mushed up food trickily shoved into her mouth. Who thought a baby who had just figured out she had hands 3 months ago could be so adept at blocking a spoon. My lunch revolves around one tiny tablespoon of mushed food that we are trying to feed Miss Ella Sue. One tablespoon that takes, as much as an hour, to feed to Ella. So there we are, Drew and I on either side of Ella making exaggerated eating motions and saying "Yummmmm" over and over again. As if Ella understands that Yummmmm means good anymore that she understands Moooo is suppose to sound like what a comes out of a cow. The other thing I have been trying to do is eat with my mouth open. This is based on a book I read that said to try and show Ella how to chew. Eating with my mouth open is like cursing in church or not saying yes mamm or ya'll. It can not be done. I can not do it. There I am trying to force my mouth open while trying to trick Ella's mouth open. I am not accomplishing either one of these things. Drew however, seems to have a with presenting Ella's food that convinces her she should try it. He also has a charming song that he sings every time she takes a bite. This little ditty is all Ella needs to hear to give a toothy grin and clap her hands together in delight. Dinner with a show, that is what Ella is getting. And what Lady can resist that?

It ain't the watermelon crawl yet

Miss Ella Sue is crawling. Crawling! Which has brought me face to face with how dirty the corners of my house can get as well as how many electrical sockets and electrical cords I have running through any given room. Nothing appeals to Ella as much as a tasty electrical cord. If only sweet potatoes had the same property. It has also put Fitz in the direct path of Ella or as he would call her " Jaws". Why might you ask, because if there is one thing in this world that Baby girl loves it is Fitz. When Fitz walks into the room its as if the circus has come to town, pitched a tent in our living room and all the clowns know her name. So of course, she insists on eating Fitz. I mean, don't we all eat what we love? Pre-crawl, Ella would find ways to wiggle, pull and roll herself to wherever Fitz happened to be taking a nap. It was much like watching Jaws attack in really really slow motion. So slow, that Fitz could live out at least 8 of his lives while she motivates over to him. But now, well now she has picked up the pace. Don't get me wrong she is no trans-am, but she has an un-erring sense of determination and plows forward like my first civic did through 5 years of no oil change (I can feel Drew cringing). Hence, Fitz's life has also started picking up the pace. He isn't running yet but he is being moved from all his sunny nap spots. So instead of moving say, three times a day, Fitz's is now putting some time in treading the carpet. Come to think of it, maybe what I should do is cover Fitz in sweet potatoes and hold him down to trick Baby girl into eating her lunch. Poor Fitz, in his old age he has been reduced to a sweet potato lolly pop.