Harper has learned a new trick - she pulls herself up!  Is she supposed to be doing that by six months?  Or are we just going to be chasing after an 8-month old who can walk?  I guess only time will tell.

In other news, our little girl is growing bigger and brighter every day.  She’s eating all kinds of solid foods - bananas, apples, peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, and prunes…oh, god, the prunes.  I shudder at the thought.  If you’ve changed a poopy diaper after a healthy meal of prunes, you know what I’m talking about.  The doctor said she might be ready for a sippy cup, so we went out and bought a couple different kinds to see if she’d take to one or the other.  However, she doesn’t really know what to do with either of them yet.  We realized, though, that she doesn’t really know what to do with a bottle for that matter.  She’s usually eaten from Mom and those rare times she does have a bottle it’s usually glass (which is pretty heavy), so she has never held a bottle up by herself.  Therefore she doesn’t even know how a sippy cup would work, so it’s no wonder she doesn’t know what to do with it.  We’re working on it, though, so maybe sometime soon she’ll be able to drink a little juice by herself.

She’s talking like crazy lately.  She makes this little “nnnnnyah!” sound a lot, which we mimick back to her, she mimicks back to us, etc.  She’s also starting to repeat “ma ma ma ma ma” after Andrea says it to her.  She’s still working on “dada”, but everytime I try it with her she just stares at my mouth like she’s trying to get the mechanics down.  She’ll get it one of these days.  She better, anyway!

Harper is still not officially crawling, but she gets around in her own way - she bridges up on her big toes, and then sort of falls forward to her tummy.  She keeps doing this until she reaches the object of her desire - usually a TV remote control or one of our cell phones.  Yes, we have a gadget obsessed infant.  No, I have no idea where she gets it; definitely not from her mother and me.

We recently had a visit from Grandma Lesa, Grandpa Steve, and Aunt Sara, which was a fun couple of days.  We found out Harper is going to have another girl cousin to play with at family events.  I can’t believe there are going to be three girls, all right around a year apart, running around the farm.  Those three are going to be hell on wheels come their teenage years.

Well, that about covers it for now.  No big news for the rest of the family (as if anyone really even remembers or cares that Andrea and I exist).  So I’ll let you go for now.  By the way, you VIPs should have gotten a new email with the new password.  If you didn’t for some odd reason, let me know and I’ll get you setup.

Until next time!

I know it’s only been a few weeks since we sent out VIP photos, but there are more there for you to check out.  You should be getting an email soon with the current password.  And if you aren’t getting VIP emails, but would like to, please shoot us an email (vip at lammlelounge.com) and we’ll put you on the list.

As the title of this post suggests, we’ve had a pretty crazy couple of weeks.  Harper got her first illness, which caused her to run a fever for about 30 hours, until finally breaking.  She was getting up near 102*, but the doctor was right - it eventually went back down after her body was finished fighting off whatever it was.  Of course her mother and I were freaking out as new parents do.  I’m sure the next time we won’t even bat an eyelash until it reaches at least 103*.  Yeah…right.

Then this past weekend we had a rather exciting visit from Grandpa George (my biological father, for those of you who are trying to keep your flowcharts in order), the last grandparent she needed to meet.  He got to spend a few hours with us at our condo as he passed through the area on his way back home from a whirlwind trip through northern Illinois.  We still have 4 great-grandparents for her to meet - Gene and Betty, George Zebrun Sr., and Great-grandpa Schumacher - but a lifetime of reminding her who the heck all of these people are and how they’re related to her.  The poor kid’s going to think anyone over the age of 50 is a grandparent.

Not much else to tell, other than we’re looking forward to our next visitors - Grandma Lesa, Grandpa Steve, Aunt Sara, and Cousin Bertelsen, who, by that time, we should know if it will be another girl in the family or break the mold and be a boy (everyone thinks it’s going to be a boy).  So I’m sure we’ll have more pictures in a few more weeks.  Keep checking back!