It's Been a Long Time Dum Dum

Now that this child is actually here, my previously often updated pregnancy blog has become a rarely updated mommy blog. I wish I could remember/had the time to update this more with all of the funny things Lyla does. I also don't keep a journal of it, which I know makes me a terrible parent, but to be honest I'm a terrible journal person. I have so much I want to say, and can't write fast enough. It's why I could never be a writer. I hate writing. I should just start recording the funny things Lyla does on a home video of myself. Right.
If there's one thing worse than hearing my own voice, it's seeing my own face on video.

Anyway, so much has happened since last I wrote mid October. Lyla is a crazy walker now. I mean she's everywhere. She's like one of the Incredibles, one minute she's in front of you the next she's sitting in her room on a bench.

She is also really bossy. In fact, the boss of everything. If she wants to walk all the way down the street, don't try to stop her or turn her around. Last Saturday, we were outside on the neighbor's lawn, and Lyla drifted off where the big kids were playing. She walked right through their game (they ignored her), picked up some gross sick kid's Capri Sun Lemonade, and in one swoop guzzled it down. I couldn't even reach for it fast enough. Then, when I tried to take it away, she about lost it. Same occurred when we brought her inside from her play. Same occurs 20 times a day when dangerous objects are handled, stickers are chewed, sodas are thrown from the fridge, etc. She's not fully understanding our need to take it away yet, she's really just flipping because she doesn't have it. It's a pretty interesting predicament. We went for a long walk at a local trail on Saturday morning, which was lined with colorful leaves--Lyla's fantasy land. Every five minutes, she grunted or said leaf, so we could pick up a new one for her to old with the 15 others in each hand. If she doesn't have a leaf or a flag in her hand, she ain't happy.
Yesterday, when we went to vote, of course, I couldn't find the damn flags. The one time it wasn't totally out of place for her to have them! In Fells Point on Sunday she had two flags, two leaves in each hand, and her Ugly Monster Moxy all at once. People were probably like, uh, can you help that kid out and take some of her stuff.

Lyla also has a newfound dislike for men. When one comes to the door, when one tries to man handle her, or sometimes even talk to her she either cries, or shakes her head warning them, no, I do not want to talk or partake in whatever it is your offering; be it smiles, funny faces, or your stupid jokes. Some freak man in NJ a few weeks ago wouldn't leave it alone. He just kept going in. We were like, she doesn't like to be touched by strangers. :0 He kept going in his pockets for dollars to give her. He finally gave her a penny or something. My Mom and I were wondering when this guy was gonna take a hint and press on, but he didn't.
Eventually, Lyla warms up to most, but you try to hit her up out the blue, and she wants nothing to do with it.

So, back to my reason for posting. It was Halloween last week, and I have some vids of Lyla prior to and on Halloween that amuse us. The night one was Lyla's first taste of a lollipop. You can't get the full grasp of her absolute love for this pop. I've never seen her enjoy anything as much as this Dum Dum.



Notice in the videos, how no one, including us assist Lyla as she tumbles down the hill, or gets roughed up by the boys. I think I had sipped a little too much spiked apple cider from the Wagner house. Luckily, she can hang!

Otherwise, Halloween was fun, Lyla enjoyed giving out the candy more than anything else. Our camera is broken so, I'm hoping our friends and neighbors send them to us. Fat chance.