Math

4.5 months equals 12 months - that's according to our pumpkin. 2 weeks ago I was forced to go shopping for new pj's for K, since the ones we have (let's say) shrank. She was 4.5 months old at the time of my purchase, but the only clothes that fit her were for 12 month old babies.

4 Months 4 Weeks

Food

Len and I have been trying to introduce my parents to different kinds of food. Yesterday they tried an authentic Vietnamese Beef Soup. They loved it.

The Size Does Matter

It looks like the bathtub is getting too small for our little pork chop.

... she may need a new swing very soon, too.

Sleeping (Non) Progress - 4.5 Months

I used to be very proud when telling people that our little angel slept through the night waking up only once and sleeping until 10.30 in the morning. This all ended a couple of weeks ago. Now we're back to our original schedule getting up every 2 or 3 hours every night. Exhausting? Yes, but I'm so glad I can be there for her.

Eating Time

Klaudia doesn't mind who feeds her as long as she gets what she wants NOW.

Our Big Girl

I'll be starting a new semester in less than two weeks; my parents will stay with K then. I'll be teaching 5 days a week leaving each day early in the morning and won't be back until almost 2pm. I'm trying to prepare my parents for their new assignment by explaining and showing everything they'll need. One of the things I felt like they needed to know was... K's poop explosions. I won't get into details; the name explains everything.

Yesterday I decided to go grocery shopping by myself leaving my parents with K at home. I left a bottle with them and my cell phone... just in case. Using the cell phone is not as easy as it sounds. With no English, there is not much my parents can do. So, Len and I came up with a plan. My parents know that in case of emergency (life/death situation), they'll call Len. He, knowing that it's them, will call 911 and head home right away. We pray that this will NEVER happen, but this is our plan... just in case.

Yesterday after having entered our apartment, first thing I saw was K sleeping peacefully on the floor blanket. My mom however seemed very shaken and took me to another room right away trying to tell me something. She started with saying: You won't believe what happened.

One thing crossed my mind: they called Len by mistake activating the whole emergency plan!

My mom went on explaining... Klaudia got tired of hearing all the poop explosion stories and decided to show what we meant. My parents couldn't believe that such a little body can produce so much stuff. After explaining how they used up all the wipes having to clean her neck and underarms, I could not stop laughing. I wanted to say: I told you. But I kept smiling thinking: That's my girl.