With Love, Lyla : 9 month edition

Due to popular demand, I'm back! I know you missed me,  and you can blame momma. She has been so lazy busy lately that she forgot that you people care about me and didn't give me any screen time so I haven't been able to sneak onto the blog.  So lets get right to it!

I am awesome! I am nine months old, have been for a while now.  I am 17 pounds, up to the 16th percentile which makes momma and daddy happy, 27 1/4 inches tall, and am in 6-9 month clothes. For some reason mom was really excited about that. I think she said she was bored of my other clothes and wanted me to wear some new things. But I just told her its too hot to wear clothes anyway. She didn't believe me, so I figured a picture's worth 1000 words, so I just blow out of everything so she has to undress me and take my diaper off. She still hasn't grasped that the fact that I crawl away as quick as possible, which, if I may say so myself, is pretty lightening fast, means that I just want to be free & wild. She is determined to tame me and makes me wear clothes and diapers anyway. Don't worry though, I'll keep on putting up a good fight. 

I have two, very sharp teeth that I love to use! They are just the coolest! I get fabulous reactions when I try to use them on mom when nursing, or on other people's fingers - its great! Minus mom's reaction, because she's trying to stop nursing me cause apparently "I've become too wild of an eater to be allowed to nurse." I keep fighting her on that, too, but I do get pretty hungry since momma's body is messed up and gives me hardly any milk, anyways. So I've recently learned I really do like bottles. A lot. It took me quite a while to come around to the strange contraptions, but now I take 5 bottles a day. 

I pull myself up on everything and try to climb up things but somehow mom knows how to get things just beyond my reach. Kind of annoying to be honest, but I have perfected the attention scream so that she has to give me what I want. Right now my favorite tricks are standing all by myself, and walking around following momma with my push toy. I also really enjoy diving head first off the furniture but mom and dad always stop me, turn me around and make go down feet first. Not near as exciting. 

My parents decided to listen my doctor and try sleep training again. Momma was really nervous because how much of an epic fail it was time, so I thought If I resisted I could break her will. Turns out I'm usually too tired to fight much. I get put to bed at about 6:30 now. I wake up once or twice because I want my parents to remember me, but I fall back asleep pretty fast. So now I don't see them for 12 hours. Thats a long time! I am so excited to see them in the morning, and they're pretty obviously excited to see me, too;) I even heard mom and daddy talking one night when they thought I was asleep, and momma said that she kinda missed when I went to bed later, cause she didn't get to be with me as much now. Good. She better miss me. 

 Lately we've been going to the pool a lot. I like it. The water is super fun and I just love splashing and kicking my feet and having mom throw me up so high and then land back in the water. Mom wants me to a "fish" like her, but I didn't ask what that meant. 

Other random things I've loved doing the past few months: clapping, waving and giving high fives. I also take after momma and talk nonstop. I could talk to my toys all day. They're the best listeners. 

I hope I satisfied your curiosity about me for a little while. I'll whoop momma's bum into shape and make sure she gives me more computer time so that I can keep you all informed:)

Love, Lyla - 6 months edition

Momma told me how much her friends all loved my last post, so  decided I would once again commandeer her blog to tell you how I'm doing. Especially since I love this keyboard so much, and all, you know. Plus she doesn't really use the blog anymore, so I'm considering making it permanent...

Its been six months since mom "had" me. Don't really know how you can "have" someone, but that's what she tells me. Its been a pretty good life. I've really liked scooting and moving around this last month but lately I've taken to just wanting to be held by mom, but still move around a lot. For some reason this bothers my mom. I don't know why. All I do is try to reach for everything and climb up her and sometimes I almost fall out of her arms cause I just think squirming is the best, but I scream and she adjust her grip so obviously I'm fine. I don't know why she gets frustrated and sets me down. I've taught her pretty well, though. She's learning fast that I'll just yell at her and tell her how it is, until she picks me up again.

She's busy with lots of other stuff, but I try to remind her I'm most important. She likes to sew a lot but that doesn't involve me so I set her straight. She says she does it sometimes to make me clothes cause normal clothes still don't fit me right. For example, this is a 3 month sweater and it "still drowns" me to use her words. Cause I don't know that many words. She tells her friends I'm 12 pounds and 26 inches long and in a size 3m.

Apparently mom started taking coconut oil pills (??) in order to increase the fat content in her milk. I loooove milk. So i'm ok with this. I like other food, too, but still mostly just avocado and rice cereal. I've tried bananas, peas and carrots, too, as well as gnawing on a piece of apple. I like the apple. Mom and I are twins, she loves these so I figured I better love them too so we can start an "I'm obsessed with apples" club. Want to join?  The banana was nasty, as were the peas, and carrots mess me up on this inside, know what I mean? 

The coconut oil mom is taking helps me stay full longer, so she says. I don't really know. I have slept better the last few nights, but just to keep her on her toes I made her get up and snuggle me several times last night. She's just the best snuggler. Plus I've taught her so well she can't say no to me. Plus, now I prefer her to dad, so she feels bad for me and will do anything for me:) I am such a master manipulator ....

 Its been cold so mom hasn't taken me on as many walks, but we've gone on a few good ones with my bestie Logan. He's been in Idaho this week so I've been lonely, but I'm a survivor, so its ok. I miss my grandparents, but I make sure I make lots of cute faces so that momma will take photos to send them. Like, I love sucking my big toe, its even better than my pacifier, so I make sure bodhi and amia and nana and papa see that.  And sitting. See how I like to sit up? I make sure they know that, too. 

Well folks, I'm getting tired and fussy and mom is trying to say that means that I need a nap. But I'm stronger than her, so I'll win out, don't worry. 

Love,  Lyla

Love Lyla- 5 months edition

Hi internet! Mom works so hard and is so busy with all the things I make her do, so I decided to take over the blog for her for the day. Because guess what? Today we get to share a birthday! Today I am 5 months. And Mom is 312 months. Apparently that's 26 years. Whatever a year is. I have never experienced one of those. To celebrate we are going on an airplane today! I don't know what that is either but mom says it will be fun and that I should be happy. But being super cheerful isn't one of my favorite past times so I haven't decided how I will be yet. Mom also tells me we are going to visit Aunt Whitney and Uncle Austin. She tells me I have met Aunt Whitney but I can't really remember. I have never met uncle Austin but I bet he's stoked to meet me, because, well look at me?! Who wouldn't want some of this? We are also flying with my mom's friend Beth and my partner in crime Logan. We share a birthday. So basically that makes him my brother from another mother. Right? Plus, we have matching names. Logan and Lyla. So we're tight. Obviously.

Its pretty cool being 5 months. Since Mom always gets to see me do things for the first time, I decided to save something just for Dad. So while Mom was at a meeting this week, I rolled over from my back to stomach. You would have thought I won the olympics or something. I don't know what that is but I'm told its pretty legit. Dad loves me even more now for saving something special just for him. But little did he know that I also saved something extra special for him later that night. My first solid poop. Mom has been feeding me lots of avocado and rice cereal, (apparently to fatten me up cause I still don't weigh 12 pounds even though I'm super tall) and man I love that stuff. Just can't get enough of it. Only it kind of clogs things up a bit. Mom keeps me all clean most of the time and Dad just loves firsts, so I saved this first for him. Aren't I kind? 

I've recently decided to give Mom a little bit of a break so I've started taking better naps during the day. Just to keep her on her toes, though (but mostly because I just love her so much and can't stand being away from her and not getting her cuddles) I get up every hour or two at night time so we can make up for the lost quality time during the day. Sadly a baby does have to sleep, and I do get pretty exhausted by about 3am so I have a good sleep till about 8. Mom says she likes that. 

My favorite things currently are food, food and food. Oh and my toes! But none of that sissy stuff. I don't like bending my knees to suck on my toes. I prefer the gymnast style straight leg. I think its more feminine, more refined. Thats my style. Just don't tell my mom cause then she'll want me to blow out of diapers less often. I also love to laugh. Isn't that the best thing? I think its good for toning my abs, too. So whenever Dad gets home we play a little game of "suck face and laugh." It involves Dad attempting to eat my whole face and me laughing while he fails. I don't know why he never succeeds. I must be too awesome for him. You know, before I was born I would watch my parents and I was so so so excited to come play with Dad. He is so much fun. Mom is cool, too, but Dad is the best playmate. I like to play "balance" with him. Its where I sit in his hand and he holds me up in the air and moves me around and sees how well I can balance. I'm never afraid cause he is the best and if I get tired and fall he always catches me. 

I'm also getting good at modeling. Mom makes me model all the leggings she makes for her shop. Sometimes its fun, but sometimes I hate it and have to remind my mom there are child labor laws that give me rights. That sets her straight. Because of all this modeling and playing balance with Dad I am getting better at sitting up on my own. I'm not there yet but I am definitely making progress and apparently that's what its all about. I am also pretty good at scooting around on my belly and on my back. Sometimes you just gotta move, am I right?

Other things I love. Toys. They are awesome for eating, gnawing, and the like. I also love this keyboard and all the other stuff on moms desk. I always try to contribute to Mom's blog posts, so its nice I'm finally getting a chance. Mom tells me that no one understands my language so she doesn't usually let me have a say on here. Today I had Dad program in a translator from baby to English so hopefully you can all understand me. I wish my body came with a translator so people could understand me all the time. Cause that would be awesome.

Well, thats about it. I don't know what else to talk about except to say that I seriously love this keyboard. Sadly it doesn't fit in mouth. But oh, how I try. One day, I think I shall be victorious.

Love, Lyla