Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Wednesday, January 4 (day 187/365)

Phoebe goes through phases where she eats like ... well ... her Uncle John and then she'll slow down for a while.  Recently when we thought she was on a little hunger strike, we realized that she just wasn't finding it challenging enough to have baby-sized food delivered directly to her highchair tray.  Phoebe would insist that she was done eating, but shortly after being set free from her highchair, she'd sneak up and steal our breakfast.  Then she'd giggle and run off shoving bagel in her face.  I guess food just tastes better when you hunt it down yourself!

Make a run for it Danger!


Would you take a bagel out of the baby's mouth?  Just in case, I am going to slobber all over it.

Tuesday, January 3 (day 186/365)

The baby finds dinner to be delicious ... and hilarious 

 

Monday, January 2 (day 185/365)

Today we went to Toys R Us to get the doodles her holiday present at the after holiday sale.  (I know, we are horrible parents.  We take advantage of the fact that the baby has no idea when Christmas is to score presents on the cheap.  She can add this to the long list of things she has to tell her future therapist).  Anyway, she had a great time running around the store, and loved the little ride-on toy at the check out.  We once again took advantage of the baby's lack of knowledge - she has no idea that toy is WAY more fun if you put quarters in it.  Poor baby! 



Sunday, January 1 (day 184/365)

I was feeling pretty under the weather today (the start of the never-ending cold that turned into a sinus/ear infection) so we spent the day at home.  It was our first day alone as a family since our break started, so it was actually really nice to just hang out together and relax.

Phoebe is a HUGE Daddy's girl and loves to goof around with her poppa!

Just a little redecorating before breakfast

What do you think mom?  Doesn't this room flow better now?  It's all about the Feng Shui.
Hanging out with Daddy, probably watching football.

Did you see that call?  Unbelievable!

Afternoon snacks.

Post-game analysis.  Phoebe is not impressed.

Saturday, December 31 (day 183/365)

Today was the Doodle's official birthday party with friends.  We invited a bunch of her baby buddies over for a New Year's/birthday party.  Again, you would think this was an awesome opportunity for some really cute pictures.  Sadly, by party time we were both just so pooped we didn't get any pictures!  Lamest parents ever.  We're hoping that maybe someone else that was at the party got a few pictures and we'll be able to update later.  Until then, I give you a picture of pre-party banana snack.


PS We're not in the habit of letting the baby eat bananas in the living room, but - hey - it was her birthday and we were exhausted.  Also, the chair slipcover is machine washable :)

Friday, December 30 (day 182/365)

Happy first birthday Phoebe Jane!

This year flew by.  While there were definitely moments (nights in particular) that draggggged on forever, the year overall went by in a flash!  Jeremy and I can definitely say that we (mostly) love having a 1-year old.  We would love to say all kinds of sappy things about how much we love our muffin and how we can't imagine life without her, but we're scientists, not writers.  So I'm not sure we could really do justice to just how awesome we think our doodle bug is.  It has been so amazing to watch her change and grow into a little person over the last year. 

For her official birthday, my parents and grandma were in town.  My Uncle Paul drove down from Cupertino to celebrate with us and we all had dinner and cake.  Uncle Paul also taught Phoebe the put-a-coaster-on-your-head game (more fun than it sounds) which is still a family favorite.  During the course of the afternoon, Phoebe managed to run at least four adults totally ragged.  That's our doodle!  She is such a lucky baby to have so many people that absolutely adore her - she is such a loved baby!










Thursday, December 29 (day 181/365)

Lots of people suggest that Phoebe would get mistaken for a boy a lot less if we would put bows in her hair.  These people have clearly never tried to put a bow in Phoebe's hair.  We're pretty sure that they must have some kind of baby tranquilizer at daycare that they use on the days that the munchkin comes home with pigtails.  Phoebe is rarely holding still long enough to get a bow on and then as soon as she notices it she rips it off and spikes it.  She definitely knows what she wants (and what she doesn't)!  While it can be trying at times, we love seeing all the ways her personality asserts itself on a daily basis.