Note to self:

If a rocking chair is on sale for $7.50, it’s for a reason. If the original price was $15.00, that’s an even bigger hint.

It’s junk. &*@#%

Maya’s been a-growin’! I definitely knew she was taller…many of my favorites of her pants have suddenly become high-waters.

Weight: 17 pounds, 6.4 ounces (up 2 pounds since 12 months, still below 5th percentile)
Height: 30.75 inches (up 2.25 inches since 12 monhts, jumping to the 60th percentile!)
Head: 17 inches (up .25 inches, still below the 5th percentile)

She’s still a skinny-mini. Now, she’s just a skinny-mini above average height. Uh-oh…wonder if she’ll be taller than me someday? Guess since I’m only 5′3″, that wouldn’t exactly be difficult.

…I’m up to date again. Starting with November 9, there are quite a few new posts, including a video and many photos.

Enjoy!

A package arrived from the “Tita” Laine, and once Maya realized it was for HER, she got down to business taking it apart…

…and banging blocks together…

Someday, she might actually get the idea that the shapes fit in the clock for a reason, but no dice as of yet.

…and enjoying the BEST part of the present, the packaging, of course.

What do you MEAN the digital camera isn’t for me? Isn’t EVERYTHING for me???

Christmas started off with a bang…Maya woke at around 6:45am, as is her norm. When I went to her room to get her out of bed, I was greeted by a stench — one worse than any Grinch could have left us. Guess who threw up in bed overnight? It was DRY, so she slept in it, too…and didn’t even fuss about it, go figure.

So much for baking more cookies before heading to my aunt and uncle’s house for breakfast. Bathtime!

I suppose I should point out here that Maya has weaned and now sleeps in her room all night. I’m still not quite sure how I feel about this, but dear LORD, I’m enjoying the sleep.

Maya still doesn’t “get” the idea of Santa Claus, and honestly, I’m not going out of my way to push Santa on her. She’ll likely believe in Santa whether I’m the one who tells the tale or not, LOL.

I have to admit, though…I did enjoy this one last Christmas where I could
a) Buy presents with Maya in the shopping cart, without her knowing any better and
b) Forego wrapping paper. I mean, after all…the fun is getting to PLAY with the toys, not watching Mama put them together!

Maya’s “main” present was the Fisher Price “Laugh-n-Learn House,” aka, our first obnoxiously loud electronic toy. It had to happen sometime, right? Really, I don’t mind it so far, but I can see where anyone with more than one child would pull their hair out at more than one noisy toy going at a time.

Hmmm…what does this thing do?

It took mere moments for Maya to figure out that the door was one she could close AND open (she can close the doors at home, but then yells for ME to open them). Woo-hoo!

Peek a boo!

Enough frou-frou for everyone?

Maya, dudded out in her Sunday dress from her grandma. I swear, all she needs is a doll stand — she could be a Franklin Mint collectible sell-out.

Is it? Could it be?

Yes. It’s the irrepressible, invincible Panty Warrior!

Or, two panties and a thong, to be precise. So, are my underwear that big, or is Maya just that small? And what the heck is it with one-year-olds that they find panties and bras simply irresistable? It seems that almost all of the babies on the September Mommies group have, at one time or another, gotten into their mamas’ underthings!

Me? Dress my daughter like a girlie-girl? How the heck did THAT happen?

This morning, I brought a mozarella stick upstairs along with Maya’s milk so I could actually *ahem* soak in the tub for a few minutes. As soon as she saw the cheese, Maya reached with a smile, then sat down and started to try to open the package. Being the good provider, I opened the cheese stick for her.

Did this garner thanks? Praise?

Heck, no. Maya burst into tears, and threw the now-edible cheese on the carpet. I picked it up, put it back in the package, did an approximation of a closed package (pushing the sides together), and returned it to Maya so SHE could open it. Then, and only then was the cheese worth her time.

Hooo boy…let the games begin. I can already hear my parents laughing at karma (although they wouldn’t call it that).

The solo bath didn’t last, by the way. Maya insisted that SHE needed to get into the tub with me.

You mean they make chairs in Maya’s size? Well, sort of, anyway…her feet didn’t quite touch the ground.