The Blog is Back!

Due to a popular vote, the Walter Bean is being resurrected. Now, I can post Lyla's photos on every free site on the Internet including this one. Well, I'll try to stick to videos and the "best of" photos for this spot, and keep my spam to photos only. How's that? If you wanna know what's happening in our crazy little world, you're just gonna have to visit every week.

Anyway, it's been since July since I posted. It's crazy that I was talking about having the baby, and feeling big and uncomfortable and all that crap. Now, I have a baby, and am still talking about being big, just for other reasons (more on that topic in a later post).

Lyla is now almost eight months old, and I cannot believe how time has flown. I'll sum it up by saying she is a dollface, and I just adore her. She sleeps, she eats, she poops (but not too much), and she thinks I'm the cat's nightgown. She laughs at me, I laugh at her. We talk about boys, our favorite pureed fruits and veggies, and reducing our carbon footprints. We've really become quite the BFFs. Although, she is currently in love with her father, which is just fine too. She lights up when he comes in the room, and this is also a joy for me too. I love the love.
She plays yuck yuck with his nose (Trent rubbing his nose on her belly then says yuck yuck while he wipes it all off on her belly) and this causes an eruption of laughter. It happens to make us laugh just about as hard. She's also been climbing over the couch arm as of late where she proceeds to rock in downward dog, and lick and blow raspberries on the leather. Another odd, yet comical act of hers.

She's been doing so many things that amaze us (which is everything since we've never had a kid before, so everything new is so new!). She has been doing some G.I. Joe style crawling the last few weeks, which has started going into a hands and knees rock, and this morning that rock turned into a few crawly steps. We were freaking. Lyla crawling means us baby proofing our very antiquey, very splintery furniture and furnishings. Our deathtrap cocktail table in the living room is being replaced in about two weeks, and the string of low hanging mirrors in the dining room is next. Lyla has also been suprising us with her blocking the monitor during naps. We used to see a nice, small sleeping baby in there. Now, it's her sitting up with her "HUGE HEEEEED" in front of the lens. Scary as well. She's also been doing a lot of yapping. Last night she said Bob. Not intentionally of course. Just came on out. She most says random stuff, and a lot of, "Da da da da da". I like to say I taught her this a few months ago, but it is the sound most kids make all the time, so whatev. We would also like to say it is Da da, as in father, but it sounds more like Dah (rhymes with Fa, the note). She also only whispers this, never says it out loud. Very funny.

We take lots of vids, which I don't always email, so I'll post them here is I can remember. My memory is that of my 96-year old grandmother. Maybe worse. She is able to remember the shopping list of things she needs (like Nips, Sambuca, individually wrapped tissues, etc.), whereas I cannot. It is really, really bad. Actually, worse than it was when I was pregnant. I have NO idea where I put things five minutes ago. I have started taking more notes than anyone you'll ever know. I have Outlook, a date book, five note pads, post-its all over my desk at work, and then I leave it all there, and have no idea what I need to do. I've been on two conference calls this week 30 minutes prior to the scheduled time, I lost my keys once (they were in Lyla's stroller), and I've left my coffee in its handy travel coozy on the table by the front door twice as well.

On the same note, my awareness is off too. I was telling Trent how I was on the phone with the Audi dealership for about ten minutes yesterday trying to figure out why my recollection of maintenance visits and mileage didn't match up to my car, when she finally said to me, "You are referring to the 2006 Audi A4 Avant, right?" This is when I realized I was not actually talking to the Volvo dealership.

Otherwise, life is grand! Ha. We're busy bees, and the spring is no different. So, until I start updating "My Life as a Mommy" entries, I will leave you with this vid of LCW doing her thing.