Epic LB Update Ahead (Complete with Pictures!)

God, I feel like it has been forever since I’ve had a chance to post any updates. I have no idea how other people work and care for a child and get anything other than those two tasks done!

Now that I have a minute, I’ll fill all my loyal readers in on what has been happening in the Brewer household lately…

LB has officially mastered the art of rolling from her back to her stomach. According to the “experts” at Baby Center (article here), this is a skill that is usually exhibited around 5 to 6 months. Given that she’s only 15 weeks (around 3 1/2 months), I have to assume she’s a genius. šŸ™‚ Not that I’m biased or anything…

Here’s a video clip of her practicing her new favorite skill:

LB Rolling Over

(I apologize – I tried to get it the actual video into the post, but I can’t seem to figure that out…)

She’s actually gotten even faster at rolling and much better about getting both arms out than she does in this video (this was taken when she was just starting to roll over).

The frustrating thing is that, despite having first started rolling from belly to back at 6 1/2 weeks, she seems to have completely forgotten that she is capable of rolling that way. She gets herself on her stomach and is pretty happy for awhile (which is amazing considering how much she used to holler during tummy time) but when she gets fed up, she can’t remember how to get back over. I’ve been trying to let her work at it and figure it out on her own, but that only works about 1 time in 10. Eventually I step in and roll her over before she goes completely apoplectic. Of course, most of the time DB or I rolls her over, she immediately flips back over onto her stomach and continues being irritated. This process will repeat itself over and over and over. She doesn’t want to be on her stomach anymore, but she’s too enamored with the act of rolling over to stay on her back. This leads to much frustration all around…

These are some pics of her getting sick and tired of being on her stomach but not knowing how to get back on her back:

Starting to get frustrated...

Getting steadily angrier at being on her stomach


She's completely given up on rolling over and is now just angrily rubbing her face on the blanket

Needless to say, I will be very excited when she remembers that she knows how to roll in both directions. Although as I pointed out to Cris, it’s very disconcerting to put her down in one spot in one position, turn around, and she’s in another spot in another position. And it’s only going to get worse…

For Easter weekend, LB and I took the train to Charlotte again and DB joined us the next day. LB was not as happy on the train this time – she only slept for 15 minutes or so and was thoroughly fed up with me and her car seat and the whole situation in general by the time we arrived. It was one of those situations where I knew she was tired and that if I let her cry in her car seat for a few minutes, she’d fall asleep for a good long nap – but it’s hard to do that on a train, surrounded by people giving you the evil eye whenever your child fusses a little bit. So I did my best to keep her entertained and happy and she got a nap in the car on the way to Grandma’s house.

My mom being her usual overly-generous, compulsive shopper self had purchased two cute dresses for LB. The plan was for her to wear one of them to my sister-in-law Sarah’s baby shower on Saturday. Well, this was how the day unfolded, fashion wise:

  • 2:30 am – Go into LB’s room for middle of the night bottle. Realize that she is covered in poop. Do my best to clean her off in the dark and change her into a new onesie.
  • 7:00 am – Change LB into long-sleeved onesie and pants for the day (at least until party time.)
  • 1:45 pm – DB changes LB into one of her new party dresses. She promptly projectile spits up all over herself and him.
  • 1:47 pm – DB changes LB into her second new party dress. Leave for the baby shower.
  • 2:30 pm – LB arrives at the baby shower. I put her in the Infantino carrier and realize that she (and now my stomach) are wet because she has peed through her diaper. Go upstairs to change her and realize that DB had put her dress on backwards anyway. Put her in the only spare onesie I have, which happens to be for a boy and is not girly in the slightest (foiling Grandma’s plan to have LB in adorable girly clothing for the shower).
  • 7:00 pm – Put LB in her sleep-n-play for the night.
  • 4:30 am – Go in for middle of the night bottle. Realize that she is covered in poop. Again. Begin process all over…

This entire scenario illustrates perfectly why I don’t bother most of the time with making sure that LB coordinates or has on adorable outfits. She’s just going to get bodily fluids on them and need to be changed, so what does it matter? It’s gotten to the point that I don’t even bat an eye when she comes home from daycare in different clothes than she went in. On her little report sheet, I swear they write almost daily “LB needs more clothes.” (Although what is frustrating about that is that LB doesn’t spit up nearly as much when she’s home with us because we have the time to sit with her on our laps for 20 minutes after she has a bottle. They don’t have that kind of time at daycare and have to put her in her rocker after she eats – and thus she spits up. For the amount of money daycare costs, you would think that they could manage the extra 20 minutes 3 times a day, but apparently not… Okay, end of rant.)

Here’s a picture from the baby shower of Sarah’s Abuelita holding LB (who is rocking her brown boy’s onesie):

*She told me, at 11 weeks pregnant, that I was having a girl just by looking at my face and touching my then still-flat stomach. And she was right, although I didn’t believe her at the time.*

On Easter Sunday, the weather was absolutely gorgeous, so I took LB for a walk in the carrier and her new hat:

We flipped the brim so she could look around

She lasted all of 20 minutes before she was asleep. DB snapped a cute photo of her when we got back:

When she woke up, we all went and enjoyed the sunshine in the back yard. She practiced rolling over, DB and I alternated between reading our books and flipping her onto her back when she got frustrated. It was a really nice holiday weekend. (Even with the poop blow outs and spit-up fountains šŸ™‚ )

On another note, I had planned on updating the blog with how I’m doing back at work, how the garden is coming along, and how our final beers have turned out – but it has taken me waaaay longer to write this post than I anticipated. So those updates will have to wait for another time… šŸ˜¦ But they’re coming, I promise!


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