9 Months, Baby!

Our Maycee is 9 months old today; bigger and better than ever. Maycee still continues to be as sweet as pie and always easy going. She loves being with her siblings, snuggling with Mama and playing with her toes. She is not making a lot of progress on her gross motor skills mostly because she is so big. She still is topping the growth charts at 20.5 pounds and 28 inches long.

Some things Maycee is working on are:

*growing teeth (she has 4 now)

*clapping when you say "yay!"

*pushing up on hands even though she really does not like being on her tummy

*playing with her toes and always trying to get them

to her mouth

*eating squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, and wanting to eat big people food, but still chokes on anything of decent size

*blowing raspberries

*tries to give kisses by grabbing the small hair at the back of your neck and pulling you in to suck your face (I love this one)

Chloee is teaching her how to be "cool" already, but we think she is pretty awesome just the way she is.

OUCH!!

A few weeks ago, we went to "Zion" to meet Haylee and Aaron as they finished their youth pioneer trek (more on that later when I get some pictures to post). While we were waiting, Jaron found himself some tall, dead grass to play in. The next thing I know, I see him holding his thumb while big, crocodile tears are running down his face. He is screaming to the point where everyone around me thought he had broken his thumb.

When I finally got him to show me his injury, I saw a rather large splinter of the thick grass he was in sticking out of his thumb. Several people offered to help hold him down, but after much coaxing, I got him to let me pull it out. He stopped crying and when on to playing. Crisis over, or so I thought.

About a week later, his thumb was swollen and a large blister had formed where the sliver had been. I happened to be at my parents house at the time and luckily my dad is an expert sliver remover. We soaked his thumb in hot water, hydrogen peroxide, and poked it with a needle. Without getting too graphic, I squeezed quite a bit of puss out and while I was squeezing his thumb, a little piece of sliver started to poke out. I though we had found the last little remaining bit of the original sliver, so I had my mom grab the end with some tweezers and pull. Too all of our shock and horror, this massive stick came sliding out! Poor guy, no wonder he was screaming his head off.

Strolling with my Sisters

Haylee took the girls for a walk down our road the other day and I had to share these pics. There is a great story with these pictures and ultimately, they had a great time together.

"Let's pose for a pic, girls!" "Jolee, look at the camera!" Chloee is our little mama.

They loved the walk and being together, until..."Jojo, it's time to go back."

"I don't want to go back! I am going to ignore you until I get my way." Haylee quit taking pics at this point, but she did get Jolee back home in one piece. I love my girls!!