From the Files of Miss Bubbly

There exists a stereotype of the middle child: moody, whiny, acts out for attention. Barring the occasional whine, that couldn't be less like our spunky spark of a child.



You can see it in her face, even when she's tired. She absolutely sparkles with fun and mischief (of the mostly harmless variety). The Hub called her "bubbly" yesterday and I had to agree with him over her protests, because it fits her personality exactly.



She may have diabetes, but you wouldn't know it from her complaints. You'd know it by the bright way she announces it to every new friend she meets. And when she has to eat a little differently from the rest of us--a little more healthily, usually--she doesn't complain. (She doesn't complain when we find her sugar-free candy to eat either.)


Miss Bubbly is fearless. She loves to lead, she loves to explore, and she often pushes her older sister to do the same.


Even if the end result isn't what she expected, like the end of the sidewalk:



She has no fear of heights, either, which caused me much trepidation until I knew she was big enough to be more cautious and had a better sense of balance.



She loves everyone. She counts among her best friends, aside from her sister, her little brother who lights up every time she comes into view:



Her daddy:



And sometimes me. Here she's singing the Ariel song to me (the "aaahs" that Ariel sings as Ursula the Sea Witch takes her voice):



She loves to sing and dance and pretend. She loves FUN! and she has more energy than I have ever had in my entire life.

We love our bubbly girl.

The Boy part 2

What can I say about The Boy? He's turning, quite fluidly, from his back to his stomach. He's learning to be content on his stomach since he hasn't quite mastered turning back over. And today he had his first cereal! I didn't take pictures because I was having too much fun feeding him. He kept grabbing the spoon and shoving it toward his mouth, as if he was trying to communicate "Finally! The good stuff! Gimme!" We'll see how round 2 goes tomorrow, and maybe I'll take pictures, but round one was fun and a big mess. I loved it!

Now on to the pictures, because that's what you all come here for:


The Boy likes watching baseball with his daddy.


Miss Bubbly loves using her newly acquired reading skills to entertain her brother. I think he loves her energy, as well. She fairly bubbles with it, you know.


These skyward-pointing toes are adorable. They are also The Boy's signature move--neither of my girls did such a thing. I love them.


He is quite tolerant when I have camera in hand and decide to create a cloud of spots in front of his eyes. This is my favorite photo from the session.


Before we rearranged the room to put his crib up, The Boy was quite enamored of his view from the changing table. He would tip his head back like that every time we put him on it. This is what he saw, according to my camera:

Colorful lines! What's not to be fascinated by?


The Boy has the perfect storm on the back of his head, also known as The Continuous Cowlick. It's hereditary--from The Hub's side, of course.


One morning, I was holding The Boy on my lap while I ate my breakfast. Now, let it be known that this boy drools. Copiously. Still, it was quite surprising to find that he had filled his own belly button!

And now, some pictures just for the fun of it:

(Boy loves being in the sling!)


(The bib? Is a complete lie. I've started turning it backwards.)

So there you go--a bit more complete documentation of my little man's life. He's six months old as of today, you know. Time flies when you're not getting any sleep!