If you see this face...

...you darn well better pucker up because it's a sure sign this is about to happen:



On another note, how is this the same kid?



I swear sometimes she looks like a completely different person. Does that happen with all kids?

Kisses

This is all my little one trick pony will do these days...



I'm hoping she'll soon realize that it's much more fun to give them to people who appreciate them.

UPDATE: If you watch this video with her, every time she hears the word "kiss" she'll look up at you to give one. *melt*

10 Months...

...and SO happy!

Where did my baby go?

Animal Crackers

In case you didn't get it from the earlier post, Fiona LOVES animal crackers.  A lot.

Try getting one of those guys away from her.

Shortcut

She got a little distracted along the way.

Easter-time

Ahhh!!  I am so frustrated with the new blogger settings I may never finish this post!  

We had a very happy Easter and hope you did too.  

I am very thankful to have family around who doesn't think dyeing eggs is just for kids (but am also very much looking forward to Fiona being involved in more than just name next year.)

(Thank you Martha Stewart and Allie!)

We also did some nice cookie decorating with Aunt Mara and Ellen Reedy but somehow missed the boat on pictures.  Oops.  In case there was any doubt, Fiona like them very much.

How'd the Easter Bunny do with Fi's first basket?  I think it went over pretty well.

Butterfly Charlie 2 was quite a hit...

Fiona loves giving all inanimate objects kisses...stuffed animals, things in her books, the baby on her yogurt, your hand if you make it talk.  Getting her to give you an actual kiss proves to be much more difficult.  Lucky Butterfly Charlie.

She seemed a bit intrigued with her first Peep...

But it was quickly discarded.

As was her baby...

For the big Easter basket winner....

Animal crackers!...mmmmm! 

And her sweet little lion and lamb.

The Browns has us over for an absolutely delicious Easter Dinner...with the Browns.  Fiona was in love with Jacob's dad.  The feeling was quite mutual.  You should have seen the look on his face when I told him he could get her up from her nap.  So sweet!  What is it about men that love babies that makes them so much more lovable?

Happy Easter!!!

My Little Anti-Snuggler

Fiona has never been much of a snuggler.  Even the first few months when she slept in our bed she preferred her own little spot.  No Mom, no Dad, just cozy bed.  Granted there were times when she'd fall asleep on you and you'd have to ninja away, but as a general rule, she's never been one for extended cuddles...especially as she's gotten older and more active.  There is too much to do, too much to see.  When she's really sleepy, and I try to rock her I'll get really excited as she nestles up on my chest and sings to herself.  But it's short-lived as she remembers there are books to read, coffee tables to cruise and ceiling fans to stare at.  So she pops up for a few minutes before she inevitably remembers she's tired and if I'm lucky will nestle back in...if I'm not lucky she'll just cry.  She has never fallen asleep this way.

I used to think maybe our going-to-bed routine was a little short.  Put pajamas and a new diaper on, read a book, turn on the fan, turn out the light, stand and rock for a minute or so and then lay in bed.  If she would let me rock her longer, I would, but the aforementioned pop-up tends to prevent it.  Little did I know Fiona would actually like to shorten our little routine herself.  Lately once the fan is on and the light is out, I stand by her crib to rock her, but she immediately tries to dive head-first out of my arms right into her crib. She'll stick her little bum in the air, switch out pacifiers (because the one she had just had in her mouth wasn't cutting it anymore?) and go right to sleep.

Now I know I shouldn't be complaining, and I'm not really, I just want to remember there was a time when I wish she'd snuggle more....just in case I ever run into the opposite problem...which I really wouldn't think was a problem at all.