WEIGHT a minute...that fish has got a TAIL!!

I love to travel, but sometimes HOME is just so, so great! We went out of town this weekend to Sheri's parents'. We started off the visit at her mom's, and then went on to her dad's. Saturday we attended a "wedding celebration" for Sheri's mom, Judy (YaYa) and Junior (PooPoo), who were recently married. The celebration included (just to name a few), bonnets, overalls, and fried fish with tails. I was the appointed photographer. I got to capture all the magic! They had a good turnout, and we had a good time visiting. I, however, did not partake in the eating of the fried fish with tails. I was thoroughly grossed out.

Sweet baby girl had been uber fussy since our arrival at YaYa's house. I think she gets over stimulated there. There are 2 eager grandparents, about 6 ceiling fans, and countless other things she likes to stare at. So, Friday and Saturday were quite frustrating. It seemed there was nothing we could do to satisfy our screaming child. She just was NOT a happy camper. She finally fell asleep on the way to the "wedding celebration" and then was awakened to all of the gawking grandparent figures, which just made her angry again. Needless to say, between the fussy child, and the bonnets, Mommy and Mama made a quick trip to the drink store before heading over to Nana and PawPaw's (Sheri's step-mom & dad)!

When we did get to PawPaw's, we finally got to relax a little. We took Kennedi in the pool, we had a great home-cooked meal. Janet (Nana) is a spectacular cook, and she just shows out when we come visit..like we need more food. Ugh. That's another story in itself! Back to the pool, K loves it for about 15 minutes, then she is worn out. We spend way more time getting her ready to go in the pool, than she spends in it! It's so worth it though, she looks so cute in her little swimsuit, her shades, and her little sunhat! Sheri and I have always wanted to put a pool in, and spending time in one this weekend only made our "pool clock" tick even louder. We are already plotting ways we can make one happen. We shall see.

Kennedi had the longest "conversation" by far the other night with PawPaw. He just talked to her and she just cooed back! This went on for about 15 minutes. It was the cutest thing! She is really on the verge of laughing, she just can't quite get there yet!

On to another subject, WEIGHT. I'm sure that most women are not happy with their weight, or are dissatisfied with their bodies. We are just 2 more women that you can toss on that pile. Sheri, of course, gained some weight while pregnant with K. I, on the other hand, gained weight just because. I'm calling it sympathy weight. I am at an all-time miserable level as far as weight/body image goes. So, we are slowly but surely trying to do something about it. Last week we purchased two bikes. They are really great bikes. Schwinns, actually. Then we started researching what we could do with the baby while we were riding. All of the trailer things you hook behind your bikes have an age range starting at 1 year old. Well, long story short, we finally found one. It actually has an insert for smaller babies that can't sit up yet. It should fit her up to 1 year, then she can just sit in the thing! We are excited about it. I would like to start running. I have never been an avid runner; I just can't seem to find that "runner's high" that everybody else seems to get. Maybe one day I'll have the energy and the time to try to get into it. It makes my shins hurt to think about it!

The Sweetest Sound

I'm not sure what's been in the water (or formula, more like it) lately, but we have had a fussy baby on our hands! The past few days have been pretty similar in the fact that Kennedi wakes up quite happy, has a bottle, sleeps a little more, wakes up happy again, has another bottle, stays happy for about 30 minutes, and then proceeds to go into a series of meltdowns for the rest of the day. Right at this second, knock on wood, she is in her swing quietly (with the exception of a few loud, random farts) watching ESPN. Yesterday we were both so frustrated I finally took K outside. I didn't even put on shoes, I just walked out. We walked up and down the street, and she enjoyed it. My feet, however, did not. They are still sore. Next time I'll make time to grab shoes.

Speaking of ESPN, the child watched every softball game we put her in front of. The College World Series was a couple of weeks ago, and she was starting to track things really well at that point. If she was in front of a softball game, she was happy! What can I say..like Mommy, like daughter!

We are up to about 5 ozs everytime we eat, so you know what that means..BIG BOTTLES! Ahhh..already she's growing up too fast! Sheri said we should make some 6 oz. bottles and we could make some money off of them. I guess those parents that want a slightly smaller bottle would buy them. This way they feel like their kid isn't quite growing as fast as they really are. Ignoring the inevitable! I do have to say though, this bottle is almost as big as she is!

In other baby news, K is cooing up a storm. We aren't quite at a laugh yet, but we are getting there. A few times Sheri and I have looked at each other thinking what we just heard was a laugh, but we determined it was just an exaggerated coo. :) She is holding her head up really well now, and can support her entire body weight on her legs, which isn't supposed to be happening yet apparently! We are trying to increase her tummy time, but she HATES it! She is loving sitting in her Bumbo chair though.

I, trying to be the good Mommy, have started to piece the scrapbook together. Lord have mercy, I didn't know where to start. I think I have finally organized enough, though, and have actually gotten about 5 pages done. Between Facebook and Grumpy Gills I haven't had time to do much more. Plus our printer is not printing pictures at their best quality. Needless to say, it's frustrating.

Sometimes I catch myself just staring at her. Like right now, she's just sitting over there, kicking her little legs and twirling her fingers together. I wonder what she's thinking. (She's probably thinking "Mom, seriously, I know you heard me fartin' over here..now could you please change my diaper?") Ok, I'm back...I had to change that diaper. P.U. :) All the stinkies, all the tantrums don't add up to the completeness I feel when she's lying on my chest, though. When she sleeps, the whole world is at peace. That sweet breathing is the most perfect sound in the world.