Then, I packed up the camera and didn't see it for a while. We moved into a new house. We haven't sold our old house. We opened up our boxes, and I found the camera.
Harper is a total sass. She is coming into her little personality, and she's a fireball. She will let you know when she doesn't like something but emitting some of the highest pitch screams I've ever heard. She definitely doesn't like teething. She's a butterball. She's still not crazy about using her legs. She only pushes to stand (when held) occasionally. I try not to worry too much about it, but if I'm totally honest, I do worry some. This is also the last picture we took in our old house. That house was a great little house. We had our babies in that house and survived medical school and residency in that house. We just outgrew it. But I wasn't without sadness when we packed up.
In the midst of the big move, we started soccer practice at the Y. Daddy is a coach, along with another friend. Hayden enjoys it, even though he doesn't totally get it. He doesn't understand why we don't all take turns kicking the ball. During a particular heated battle over the ball in the first game, Hayden yelled, "I AM SO FRUSTRATED!"
Of course, we caught him like this a couple of times, too. I think it's hilarious. The game a 4 10 minutes quarters, which I think is excessive for 3 and 4 year olds. By the 4th quarter, Hayden is usually asking, "is it over yet?" He scored two goals in our second game -- and we were so proud. Hayden has made new friends and is learning about team work, which I think is great.
Speaking of Hayden, that kid makes us laugh every day. I feel like I look at him in shock most of the time because of things he is able to articulate. He tells me who is best friends are (E, JM, AEJ) and how is day at school was (usually "very, very good" or "I hit X because he took my book"). Of course, this means he's saying some things I'm not so proud of. He allegedly (as I didn't hear it, and innocent until proven guilty) called a soccer teammate a "booty pants" b/c that teammate called Hayden a "baby" (allegedly). He frequently tells me, "You're not the target market, weirdo!" (From the Lorax). He has said "this is stupid" (also, thank you Lorax). We're working on name calling and learning the importance of our words. So, in other words, we're in timeout a lot. Today he told me someone was a "poopy butt." Great. However, yesterday when I told Hayden he had watched enough TV for the evening Hayden yelled in protest, "THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS." Clark and I died laughing.
Harper is now 8 (and 1/2) months old. She has 4 teeth. After much wailing (on both our parts) Harper's top two teeth finally broke through. She loves drinking water from her sippy, waverly crackers, puffs, yogurt melts, and pancakes. She is laughing in this picture because Hayden is behind us. This girl LOVES her brother. If he's around, she is smiling and laughing. Hayden loves to entertain her. We're not crawling or pulling up yet, which is fiiiiiine by me. Hayden was a later crawler too. She leans all the way forward at the waist (from a sitting position) to reach for what she wants. On her belly, she'll reach for what she wants, but usually loses interest. This is the first picture in our new house. It's beginning to feel more like home. Soccer goes through the end of October, so our weekends are pretty busy. Hopefully, now that I've located the camera, I'll try to be better about take pics and actually posting!
