Give a Baby a Cookie

And she gets super happy.

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And super messy.

But I didn’t really give her a cookie.

Nope.

I decided to do a few macro images of some leaf cookies for Fall. I had big plans of a nice close-up of the yummiest cookies I could find. If those didn’t turn out, I had some felt leaves and a cute baby dressed in orange. I had hopes of getting something interesting enough for my Project 52 weekly theme of “Welcome back Fall”. I would love to get a beautiful orange and red leaf-strewn path, but our leaves don’t turn until late November or early December. And honestly, they are not even that glorious. I would need some Photoshop magic if you know what I mean.

I thought about attending a few festivals in the area that might have some fallish stuff, but I am recovering from a brutal head cold and my husband is now sick too. Getting out and about didn’t seem very pleasant. So I did what I could with props and a baby.

Funny thing happens when your grand baby becomes mobile and I don’t mean the pulling up and cruising mobile. No, I mean the full-blown gets.herself.all.over.the.house.no.place.is.sacred mobile.

And that, my friends, is how she happened upon my Fall cookie shoot.

And really? I may have flubbed up setting the scene so low to the ground. Oops.

Now, I don’t know if you have ever tried to take a delicious chocolate-coated cookie from the pudgy hands of a very determined sweet-tooth baby. A baby that has already tasted said cookie. A baby that has it gripped in her paw so tight, it is already melting.

Well, let me just say…don’t even try…

Give that baby a high-chair until you can distract her with baby food and a banana.

And next time you give a baby a cookie.

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Make sure it is delicious!

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The Peeks and Boos of Averey at Nine Months Old

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Nine months old. I’ll let that sink in a bit.

Yeah.

Hard to believe, isn’t it? This girl is in flirting distance of her ONE YEAR Birthday. What?!

She is on the brink of cruising, crawling, and yes, walking. Gulp!

It is astounding how quickly this is all happening. I think God’s sense humor is a little twisted. He is playing a cruel joke on all the Grandmas’ out there.

Oh, hey! You down there? Yes, you. The one old enough to be a Grandmother? You know…because your child has grown up enough to be a MOTHER of her own. Well, guess what? As fast as your kid grew up, her kid is going to grow up even faster! Isn’t that fun?!?! Weeeeee! Try to keep up Granny! HA HA HA!

So, yeah, funny guy. He gives us this little glimpse of heaven in the form of an infant, then speeds it all up in a flurry of baby rolls and gummy grins.

She is worth every second though. Each moment I spend with her, I can’t wait for the next. Then I have to go back and cherish the ones I had. I just don’t want to miss them or rush past them. Such is the life of being a Grandma.

And cute baby is still very small (only about 16lbs). She wears six month clothes (and newborn shoes). But still so much bigger than the 5lbs she started with.

We have taken her photo every month. We plan the outfits and the settings. We pick a date and marvel over the time zooming by.

It is fun and quite precious.

This month, I want to share the peeks and boos of baby Averey at nine months old.

Peeks.

She loves to clap.

And with great joy. Happy clapping with lots of smiles.

Averey waves (although not always on command).

She squeals in a freakishly high girly voice and she hums.

Says, “DaDa, MaMa, Lala and Haha.”

She moves to the beat when a good song comes on.

She loves selfies on her Mama’s iPhone.

She is more mobile than ever going from tummy to back, back to front, from sitting to belly, and belly to sitting. This girl is starting to figure it all out. Pulling up does happen once and again, too.

Averey loves to eat bananas.

She clicks her tongue and squints her eyes.

She laughs when you say, “Ouch!” Hmmmm…this one scares me a bit.

She loves silly songs and seeing herself in the mirror.

Boos.

She does NOT love shoes.

She does NOT love apricots.

She does NOT love hats.

She, especially, does NOT love naps.

She doesn’t want to miss a thing. Not even to sleep. Her eyes are going every second.

But of course, out of all her peeks and all her boos, there is one thing that always makes me smile the biggest.

Averey’s adoration of her Auntie Bri.

I’d say nine months have bonded them for life.

Looking forward to the next nine.

Happy Wednesday!