5 Reasons why a Stroller Ride is Equivalent to a Roller Coaster for Babies

1. You have to hold onto the handlebars for fear of death! If you don’t believe me, see this picture. Obviously letting go of the handlebars will make you fall the 2 feet to your doom. Britanny has clearly forgotten that she is firmly strapped into her stroller…
2. You go over bumps all the time. This basically means that you keep being jostled from left to right, right to left, up and down, etc.
3. You can’t ignore the constant fact that you’re moving at someone else’s will, and this person might even feel inclined to take you off-roading! Let me tell you, strollers don’t always travel so well on the grass…
4. Sometimes you get so scared you pee your diaper. Don’t worry, it happens to the best of the babies. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
5. Most importantly, after all this, they are fun! There is nothing like a good stroller ride, even if you do have to go off-roading. Who wouldn’t appreciate being pushed around by someone else all day? As you may discover, going around in a stroller is extremely fun… just like a roller coaster! So why don’t you hop in a stroller sometime and save yourself 50 bucks?

What To Do When Your Baby Wants To Be an Electrician in Training

Run for the hills… you probably shouldn’t do that, since someone would call child services on you and then you would never see your little electrician again. What you should do is baby proof like crazy. That is what we did. You see, Britanny doesn’t seem to mind that there are 2 dogs running around our house or that one of them keeps food in her bowl. No, the important things to her are the little cords running behind things that mommy and daddy always pull her away from. She just knows that they are forbidden- which of course makes them the most exciting thing in the room.

When you have a tiny electrician wanna-be you can’t just pick them up and move them some other place (they will crawl back sooner than you can say “wasn’t it nice when they just lay on the floor”). You can’t just put a book or a toy in front of them. You see, these toys don’t fall into the baby code of awesome toys. For one, they aren’t forbidden. This is basically a deal-breaker, since only the coolest of toys make it past the “not-forbidden” stage. Secondly, they just aren’t as funny-looking as the little snakes winding all around the room. Thirdly, mommy wants you to play with this. Therefore, there must be something better out there!

There is only one time when you will be safe from your electrician:  when they are in that peaceful state we all desire. Unfortunately for me Britanny sleeps about as much as she leaves electrical cords alone. So now not only do I have a mini electrician infant following me around, but its one that never sleeps. This deadly combination means that not only am I wiped at the end of the day, but that I spend all my free time making sure cords are hidden from Britanny’s discerning eyes.
So hopefully the day will come with Britanny is no longer interested in electrical cords, where she ignores the tempting snake lying behind the furniture, choosing instead one of the dozens of toys awaiting her approval and attention. Until then, I guess I am blessed with an electrician in training- at least she isn’t trying to light fires or jump off tables. I’ll take what I can get.

My Baby is a Fish

I took Britanny swimming today. It wasn’t her first time swimming, but today there were very few people in the pool. This meant that she could truly stretch out her fins and splash everyone in sight. Remember how much Britanny loves to splash in the bathtub? This love is exponentially multiplied in a pool. It seems that each minute Britanny spends in the water is filled with more splashes than the minute before. Needless to say, as the person holding Britanny in the water, I would have been soaked whether it was my intention to get wet or not.

When Britanny gets in a pool you just know that she is a natural born swimmer. Its like she knows what to do- when to kick, when to move her arms, when to splash mommy so it hits her square in the eyes. Yes, Britanny is quite talented in all things water related. If she wasn’t already training herself to be an electrician (another story for another day) I would swear she is in training to be a mermaid. Who knows? They say you can have two careers now… Only time will tell.

4 Months in 4 Points or Less

I know that I haven’t written in a while- I was in school and then doing VBS. I guess my lack of writing is more of a testament to my busy life than anything else.

So what do you all need to know now?

1. Britanny has 4 (yes, count them- two top, two bottom) teeth. She does this really cute thing where she sucks in her bottom lip and looks like a beaver! If you just look at her top teeth you think “Boy, will she ever be needing some braces one day”… I’m trying to keep an open mind by thinking that this gap will inevitably get smaller as she gets more teeth to push them together. While she was teething I used to let her chew on a freezie while I had one- it was more so that I could have an excuse to have a freezie than anything. This has abruptly come to an end, since Aaron let her eat a freezie one night and she chewed a hole right in the bottom. Needless to say she was quickly covered in red juice.
2. Britanny is a monkey. She has mastered the ambitious art of crawling and is moving onto standing. I know that I have just a few months before I have an Olympic runner on my hands. Britanny seems to have a crazy sense of everything that is absolutely not acceptable for her to play with- and goes ahead and tries to get each and every one of them. We are at the trailer right now and she keeps trying to get the pair of slippers by the door. Every time they get moved or she does she goes straight for them. Its like everything electrical has a sign on it that says “here Britanny, play with meeeeeeeeeee”. Crawling Britanny could be called “trying to get into everything electrical” baby.
3. Britanny loves to eat. If she wasn’t so tall she would be the fattest kid around. Seriously, this cute little girl can eat like a horse (at least, a horse at her age). She can eat almost a whole jar of baby food in one sitting! That may not seem like a lot, but believe me, when your feeding her one spoonful at a time it is. She basically enters a baby food eating contest every time she opens her mouth.
4. 4. Britanny is as mischievous as both her parents combined, and she knows it. Every time she is crawling towards the dogs and you call her name, she slyly looks back at you, almost daring you to do anything about her actions. She knows she’s cute and she uses it to her advantage. If she is being bad, all she has to do is spit out a “dada” or a “mama” and you instantly melt. Try being mad at a baby who is smiling at you all the time. It’s practically impossible!

So this is the end of my Britanny catch-up. I hope to write more often- lord knows I have enough to write about. Not a minute goes by in our household without some sort of drama going on.

Until then, farewell. Or as B would say: “na-na-da-da-da-da-ya”