Georgia & Palmer: September 2006

Home Sick From School

Today you had your first official illness, so we decided it would be best for you and the other kids at school if we kept you home.

You've been allergic for the past couple of weeks (i.e. sneezy, itchy eyes, runny nose), but over the weekend you developed a cough that worsened this week. We took you in to see Dr. Patil this morning and it turns out you have severe allergies, mild wheezing and the beginnings of a nice red ear infection.

You're on so many medications that I had to make a little spreadsheet to check off when we give you each dose. After only one round of Amoxicillin (for your ear infection), Zyrtec (for your allergies) and Albuterol (for the wheezing/asthma symptoms) you seem to be feeling much better. I don't think I have ever been on so many prescription drugs at the same time, so it makes me a little nervous to have you so medicated. I guess this is one of those times where I have to trust that Dr. Patil knows better than I do.

Although it's horrible to see you feeling icky, we're pretty proud that you made it almost 8 months without a major illness.

Fashion Plate

When your daddy picked you up from school on Friday the teachers just raved about your clothes. Apparently the teachers from the other classes look forward to seeing what you wear each day, and your teachers like showing you off. At least one of us looks good. I usually trot into school with no shower, no make-up and hair in a ponytail. You must be so embarassed!

Our Stand-Up Girl

You are becoming quite proficient at standing. You can almost pull yourself up from a sitting to a standing position, but you haven't figured out how to go from standing to sitting. We've tried to explain to you that all you have to do is fall on your toosh, but you don't seem to comprehend what we're saying.

Backlog

Here are a bunch of photos from our trip to KC last month.

Nonny makes a pretty good bed.

Can't wait to be a big girl like her cousins.

Snacking on her stroller strap.

Cousin Alex providing the content for one of the funniest photos I've ever taken.

All the cousins (that wanted to have their photo taken).

Who's The Prettiest Baby Of All?

Afternoon With Mom

Curious Georgia

Relaxed-Terrified-Happy

Indescribably Awesome

When you're a really cool teenager and think that your dad is a big dork, I want you to remember the day the whole world saw your daddy's name on TV.

If you look at the right of the screen shots above you can see a big head of your friend Henry's dad, Greg. Above that is the statement "I (heart) you Tyler Schmitt." (If I were a cooler mom, I'd know how to post video to your blog so you could see it much easier.) Not only was your daddy's name all over ESPN, but at one point a couple hundred fans were chanting your daddy's name. I'm still not clear why.

We got phone calls from friends all over the country who were watching GameDay and saw it. It was a pretty awesome day.

You really took your daddy's fame in stride. In fact, you were so laid back about it that you took a three hour nap! You were nice to your friends Zander and Jackson and shared your toys with them, even though their daddys weren't on TV. You wore your Longhorn cheerleader outfit (even though you'll never be a cheerleader) and stayed awake almost until halftime of the game.
You spent most of the game showing off how you pseduo-crawl. You don't move about in the traditional way of crawling. Instead, you go through a series of scoots, rolls and stretches to get what you want. You're usually successful.

You had trouble understanding the complexities of the Longhorn offense, and I think I saw you eyeing our new quarterback. He's only a resdhirt freshman and we were pretty impressed with the way he handle the pressure of the game, so I guess it's okay for you to crush on him.

Over all I'd say you're a fan of football season.

It's All Your Daddy's Fault

Now that you're sitting up in the bathtub, I thought you might enjoy playing with some of those letters and numbers that stick to the side of the tub. Your daddy saw you chewing on the numbers two and five and promptly tossed them into the trash. I didn't even need to ask why. Tyler hates the Busch brothers, and they drive the numbers two and five cars.

So, when you learn to count to ten, I fully expect you to skip numbers two and five. All in the name of NASCAR.

7m

Today is your big 7-month birthday, and judging by my childhood rules, it's a big one for you. I don't know how I came up with this idea (probably the long hours spent playing by myself because I was the only girl in the neighborhood), but as a kid I somehow decided that when your age equals the day you were born, or a multiple of the day you were born, you would get everything you wanted for that birthday. For instance, I was born on January 9, so on my 9th birthday I got the 10-speed bike I'd been asking for for months. My 18th and 27th (multiples of 9) birthdays were equally as fruitful.

Now that I've revealed a bit of my nerdiness, let's get back to your big day. You didn't officially get any presents for your 7-month birthday, but I did get you some new clothes yesterday. However, buying you new clothes is pretty much a present for me because I have SO MUCH FUN picking out cute little girly clothes for you.

We are continually impressed with your abilities. Tonight as your daddy put you to bed, you flipped over onto your tummy and pulled down the bumper on your bed so you could watch him walk out of the room. I know I'm a little biased, but this seems a bit genius to me.

We were shocked yesterday to see you try to pull yourself up on one of our chairs, especially because you haven't showed much interest in crawling. Part of us wants you to crawl because it's supposed to be the next step in your development. The other part of us knows that once you start crawling we'll be chasing you all over, and we're already tired!