The baby is on the loose!

Wow! I am amazed at how quickly Gigi has gained mobility. She sits on her bum and scoots around the living room. I had to buy a new gate for the stairs. I put up our old one last night and Stuart broke it trying to hurdle over it. The gate was a little old and probably unsafe anyway.

I also had to lower Gigi's crib mattress this evening. Stuart insists that Gigi could climb over the side rail. I hope she doesn't mind the look of the bars when she wakes up in the morning.

Smoking

This whole quit smoking deal is really difficult! Who knew it was so hard to quit smoking when you have 200 cartons of it. It also feels weird selling cigarettes when you don't smoke.

Spring cleaning...

is so pointless when Stuart won't let me get rid of anything! He keeps checking the garbage bags and boxes for stuff and won't let me throw any junk out! He won't even agree to a yard sale!!! Men! Blah! Watch for my family on the next episode of "Hoarders!"

Spring cleaning...

is so rewarding! It's like starting with a beautiful white slate. I am reclaiming my house.

I am quite pleased that Stuart can handle Gigi while I work in the basement. Now if only Bridget would leave me alone for a while. When all her brothers and sisters come home for the weekend, she'll be occupied with them and give me some space.

You've come a long way baby!

Gigi is 7 months old today. She is bouncing around in her jolly jumper saying "blah blah blah blah."

Punishments for everyone!

I decided to take Gigi and Bridget for a walk today. Brig drove her bike alongside the stroller. When she sped up, I jogged right beside her. When there was a car, we all pulled to the side of the road. On the way back, she got ahead of me and when I sped up, she drove faster! The last .5 km of our little "walk" consisted of me jogging with the stroller and screaming "Bridget get off the road. STOP! Get on the side of the road. WAIT FOR ME." while watching Bridget driving her little bike in the MIDDLE of the road.

So, for the rest of the weekend Bridget is not allowed to touch her bike or her iPod (The iPod absence is to help her to listen and pay attention.)

And for my punishment: I have to quit smoking. If I didn't smoke, I would have caught up to her!

Horrible night again!

Gigi gave me a rough time last night. She kept waking up and crying. I'd breastfeed her and burp her, change her diaper and then put her back in her crib, but she just kept crying. I woke up daddy and had him rock her for a while. That's 2 nights in a row now. I am now paying for the past six months of being spoiled. (Gigi slept through the night since she was 6 weeks old)

Bridget crawled into my bed at 5am. Bridget is 4 years old. She's a regular fixture in my bed.

Gigi's waking up now.