Monday, March 07, 2011

Carolyn-isms


This is what it looks like when Daddy puts on your tights on Sunday morning.


Carolyn is obsessed with the vacuum cleaner.  It's the highlight of her day when we pull it out.  She chases it like a dog chases cars.

She is also physically abusive.  As I've stated before, she's now pulling up regularly and she doesn't care what she has to grab to get to where she wants to go.  I have ugly yellow/green bruises all over my stomach from where she's pinched me.

The only way she will sleep now is face down in her boppy pillow.  When you put her down for a nap, she immediately turns over, pulls her knees into her chest, and pushes her forehead into the pillow.  Sometimes she sleeps for an hour.  Sometimes three. I'm always worried she can't breathe but apparently you don't really need to breathe when you sleep.

Carolyn can't sit up on her own from the crawling position yet - mostly because she never really gets in the crawling position.  But, she has apparently learned how to sit up in her sleep.  The past three days in a row, I've walked up to pick her up from a nap and she's been sitting in her crib, bawling her head off, still not awake. If you put her back down and put the blanket back over her, she'll go straight back to sleep.

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