Thank you to everyone who has already signed up with FeedBlitz so that the blog automatically goes into their in-box. (If you haven't, please do so at FeedBlitz) Also, you might want to check your "spam" area - I noticed there were several folks who are "in process" still (it doesn't let me see who), and I wouldn't want you to miss anything because the confirmation email when into your spam folder!
February flew by. Abby and I spent the first part of it sick as dogs. I finally know what real projectile baby puke looks like. Let's just say it's not pleasant. Some flu-like virus made its way around the embassy, and Abby and I were among the first to get it. I also threw my back out trying to hold her sitting up while she and I were sleeping, so I spent a couple days on some very nice anti-inflamatory muscle relaxers. Thankfully, she's doing fine now - she is in the 50th percentile on the growth chart, according to the regional doctor that came through. We will be going in again next week for another weigh-in and check up. She's eating very well, up to two or three servings of food a day. She likes mangoes, papayas, apricots, and just about everything we've tried so far. She's not a big fan of peas, but she will eat them. Next week we start on meat.
I'm back at writing the newsletter; which is going well. I met with the management at the embassy and we've worked it out to be much less stressful than it was before - yeay - and I've been given freedom to try some new things. So that's all good. I'm still plugging away at the Spanish classes. It's kindof frying my brain right now, but my teacher tells me I'm making progress. I'm still scrapbooking away, and am almost finished with the wedding album!
Abby's big news: SHE IS MOBILE. This month she is crawling EVERYWHERE. She's very good, too. Once she picks up speed I am going to be in such trouble. We've already had to rearrange our living room furniture and pile pillows around the TV so she will stop eating the power cords. (Right now she is trying to fit a monkey into her mouth all at once.) She will follow Puzza all around the house if I let her. I have to be very careful, because just this week Puzza has lost patience with her grabbing him and pulling out handfulls of fur. He swatted her one good time. Okay, she deserved it, but if he hadn't laid down right beside her she wouldn't have been tempted. So I'm constantly trying to keep them apart now, which is hard because she LOVES Puzza.
I know how he feels, she also loves to pull my hair. Ever heard the phrase, "being snatched bald?" Let me tell ya, it hurts.
Abby spent alot of time this month sticking her tongue out at everyone and everything. And when she gets tired she gets very lovey, like an affectionate drunk or something. She has to open-mouth slobber (I mean kiss) me, and then goes to Joel, and back to me, and back to Joel, and so on. It's fun, even if you end up covered in slime.
Okay, for all those who are sick of all the babytalk: we also went to Aviano this month and stocked up on everything (Abby loves grocery shopping, above left), and we've spent two Saturdays walking around downtown Zagreb and enjoying the nice weather. You guys in the US apparently stole all of our snow. We haven't had anymore at all. It's even supposed to get up to 68 degrees (F) next week. How crazy is that. It's almost already Spring, and we never even got any winter! Oh, and Joel and I had a baby-free day by ourselves too: we left Abby with the babysitter and went to a thermal spa (heated pool) and a nice lunch literally on top of this mountain. It was cool.
The other big thing this month was Fasnik. This is like Carnival or Mardi Gras for Croatians. They trick-or-treat at Fasnik, not Halloween, and they have to sing this Fasnik song before you are supposed to give them any candy. It was cute; the kids had mostly homemade costumes, with the occasional princess or freaky wig. Abby was absolutely fascinated.
Coming up in March: Joel's birthday, for which we are throwing a HUGE shindig at our house, more crawling and snuggling with Abby, learning more Spanish, that sort of thing.
Love,
Julie, Joel, and Abigail
PS. No teeth yet. No "mama" either.
No comments:
Post a Comment