We were sick, one after another with a seriously nasty cold virus that lasted each of us at least a month. James still has it. Charlie developed RSV (an infection of the lungs from a cold-- it's not uncommon for babies), and had to use the nebulizer for a while again. So, November is a bit of a blur, but here we are in December and things are starting to happen again.
James had a nice birthday (in November), even though the rest of us already had the cold by then. Lucy and I made him an angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream.
As James loves doing all things "from scratch," or "how they used to make them," one of his presents was a cheesemaking kit. So, you can now add "cheesemaker" to both of our resumes as we turned out a successful batch of mozzarella (no picture, sorry).
Lucy, enjoying the fruits of her labor.
Charlie is getting stronger all the time and learning all kinds of new things, though still not gaining weight. Here's a little funny face squinty eye smile he gives me.
He has also begun to fall asleep randomly. One minute he is wide awake, the next he is passed out. He was enjoying a snack of cheerios on the (clean) floor when exhaustion hit. Notice that his hand had just brought a bite to his mouth.
Charlie can now pull himself up to standing and is SO PROUD of himself. He gets on his knees and grunts in self-approval, then pulls himself slowly on to his feet and sighs with deep satisfaction. He learned how to "hooray" for himself or to ask us to hooray for him by stretching his arms up (no picture of that yet).
We took a little adventure with our playschool group this past Tuesday. The Botanical Gardens downtown has an annual holiday exhibit which includes model trains and landscapes made entirely of natural materials. So, we rode the train (metro) downtown and then watched the trains.
Behind them is a replica of the Capitol Building, made of natural materials. I couldn't figure out what those natural materials were (signs would have been helpful).
It was almost 70 degrees, so we got to enjoy a nice lunch on the lawn. I caught Lucy laying down in the middle of a big grassy spot, singing to a flower she had picked.
I think now she was singing about the water.
Which bring us to today, St. Nicholas Day. Last night I told Lucy we should leave our shoes out for St. Nicholas to see if he would bring us anything, but I left it vague. When it came time to do so, she cried for about a half hour and insisted that she was going to keep her shoes in or at least near her bed while she slept. Later, James and Lucy were chatting and telling stories before bed and St. Nicholas kept coming up and Lucy would whimper every time. She finally admitted she was scared of St. Nicholas because he was going to "take my shoes and make them dirty." James set her straight by telling her the full story of St. Nicholas. When he got to the part about how he was a bishop who gave good gifts to people, she exclaimed, "Oh, I'm getting excited now!"
St. Nicholas was exonerated of all false claims against him (funny, because he is the patron saint of the falsely accused) when Lucy discovered M&Ms and chocolate coins in her shoes this morning. She is more excited than she looks. It takes her about an hour to fully wake up.
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