This is what I found in Helen's room the other morning. A happy little smile peeking at me from under the crib bumper. I'm not sure if she found her way there on her own, or if she was aided by her brother.
Owen does love to explore her crib for treasures, namely the pacifiers that she has rejected. (The dear child will not take one, but Momma keeps trying.) Owen will trot around the house chomping on her pacifier, looking mightily pleased with himself. He has not had his own since he was 6 months old, and is enjoying acting the baby with it.
He also loves her mobile, and insists I start it nearly every time we are in her room. He snatched the music box when we moved at the end of January (the mobile was dismantled and left on the floor), and the whole day of the move, kept it in his hands and wound and rewound it. He became attached to it, his little corner of security in the middle of a huge uproar. (Like so attached, he couldn't drop off to sleep if it wasn't in his crib with him.) I still get a twitch when I hear "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." That's how much he played it.
Helen is scooting more and more in her crib. She pivots on that great big belly and leaves a slug-like slobber trail. The other day, she did a 360, circumferenced by drool. She has flipped twice now from her tummy to her back. Last Friday, Jason ran her into the doctor's office for a persistent cough and runny nose. She weighed 15 lbs, 4 oz. A week later on Monday I took her back because she seemed to be getting worse, and she weighed 16 lbs, 1 oz. And I was worried she was getting enough to eat... By the way, it was viral bronchitis, and she is not contagious anymore and is sounding better. Thank goodness. Yesterday morning after she ate, she got a choking cough while trying to burp, and yep you guessed it, she ralphed all over me. And then smiled. Her problem solved.
Mom and Dad are coming this weekend to see the azaleas and the kids. Hope yall have a great trip and can't wait till you get here! Now to clean that downstairs bathroom.....