Jason's first 5K run

Let me start with the beginnings of this idea.  A few months ago, Jason played flag football with some guys from church.  About half of them were in campus, and the other half were, we'll just say, older than campus.  He really enjoyed himself and decided that when they do a flag football season in the fall, he'd like to consider being on the team.  But being the awesome husband he is, a devoted dad, and the primary breadwinner that drives all around the southeast, he doesn't have loads of time for working out.  Well, no longer buddy.  He signed himself up for a 5K, ran for it, and made it!  Lily and I didn't make it for the beginning, and we just made it for the end. (It started at 715 and we are not morning people, which is why Lily wakes up at 8).

Here he is, glowing with pride and sweat.

Here with Rick, a friend from church.

And some other friends, Stacy and Lee.

Jason did just great for his first run.  He finished at 33:59 and was in the top half.  I couldn't be prouder.

Learning to sit

Lily hasn't quite learned to sit up on her own.  She loves, and I mean loves, to fall backwards.  When talking to her physical therapist, we decided she loves to do that because someone is there to catch her.  Jason and I talked to the PT and decided to let her fall.  Man, that is scary.  So since I'm a wuss, I took her outside so she could fall on a pile of leaves, or the on the softer ground.  Here are some picture of her in our front yard one fine morning:

As you can tell, she looked none too happy.  Fast forward 2 weeks to last Friday, April 22nd.  Jason was sitting with her, working with her on the mat.  He said, we got to let her fall.  I agreed.  After he chickened out about 3 times, we let her fall.  Her poor little head bounced.  She recovered pretty quick - I really think it was the shock of falling.  And you know what, she sat up that night all on her own, balancing and playing with her toys.  She's not stable enough that we can leave her sitting up by herself, but well on her way.

Score one for gravity!!

Sleeping on belly

Now that our Ms. Lily can roll, she's been rolling over on her tummy at night.  At first, it was a little hard because she'd wake up on her belly, not knowing how she got there, and then let us know with a huge wail that she wasn't happy.  But now she is fine.  A tough transition though.

We still love getting her up in the morning.  The best way to describe her actions is "prairie dog."  Here's a video that shows sort of what we are talking about.  Not the full effect, but Lily rarely does what we want her to when video is rolling.  Camera shy maybe.

Egg Yolks

Today I decided to try Lily on egg yolks again.  The first time we tried it, she got the stomach bug and we weren't sure if it was an allergy or not, so we stopped.  Well, it was the bug so I decided to give it a whirl again.

We had a pediatric ophthalmologist appointment so I gave Lily a bath, got her all cuted up and we went down to eat.  Side note- her 6 month pants are capris.  Her 9 month pants are just barely long enough.  Her 12 month pants are too big around the waist.  Fun times raising a string bean.

Anyway, I got her ready to eat.  She is doing well with eating puff as finger food, and a friend said her daughter likes hard boiled egg yolk as finger food, so we tried that.  Epic fail.  She'll eat it, but she isn't too happy.  This is what my nice, freshly cleaned little girl looked like after 1/2 an egg yolk:

 

It was EVERYWHERE, in her hair, in her eye, on her pants, everywhere.  She obviously looks happy.

So you are probably thinking, "Why no glasses?" and "What's the deal with that left, I mean right, eye?"  Well, she's been taking her glasses off and eating them lately so I spared them from the smudging onslaught of the yolk.  See, I'm learning!  The eye, however, is still quite crossed, which brings us to the pedi ophthalmologist visit.

Lily's eyes are doing well with the glasses (when she keeps them on the booger).  But even with the glasses on, her right eye is still crossing.  So the plan is to schedule surgery around her first birthday.  That seems to be the optimal time for kiddos to have this surgery.  Meanwhile, we have to patch her left eye for an hour every day to strengthen the right one.  Should be a quick, outpatient surgery.  We put the patch on today and she was okay.  I'm hoping it doesn't provoke the Beast to come out.  I can't blame her too much.  Its really strange looking.  I think I'm going to put stickers on the patches or something to give it a little pizazz.  We'll post pictures of the good looking ones.

We are glad that Lily has good doctors to take care of these things early so she can grow up and not remember them.  Prayerfully, that's what will happen!  By the way, thanks to Riley for eating up all the egg yolk.  Good dog!!

The past few weeks..

We have had a busy couple of weeks.  First, our little love got sick for the very first time.  It was March 18th-19th.  We picked up a stomach bug from playgroup.  Lily was throwing up Saturday night, but was fine on Sunday. I was pooped because I was sleeping on her floor all night because she doesn't turn her head when she needs to get sick.   A few days later, I got it and then Jason got it.  Strangest thing though - we only were sick for one absolutely horrible night, and no more after that.  I totally believe it when people call kids disease carriers.
This has nothing to do with Lily but on April 1st, we hosted Bible talk at our house.  In honor of April Fool's Day, I made "grilled cheese sandwiches" as an appetizer.  I think they looked pretty good!

They are really pound cake that I toasted under the broiler with vanilla frosting dyed orange.  April Fools!!

Here are just some random pictures of Lily from the past few weeks.

She doesn't always look so surprised though.  Here are two where she was on her way up for a nap just today:

She looks so tired!  Her eyes cross more when she's sleepy.

We got a walker from a friend of mine in our playgroup.  Here's little Lily in it.  I know they are "dangerous" but I figure we had them when we were little and we survived.  Living on the edge.