The day rapidly disappeared, but at one point Adia got really cranky. I gave her a bottle and she took a long nap in my lap. She only woke up when Scott turned on the shower. Luckily she had slept a long time and wasn't cranky at all. She was surprised to see him though. She played with Bob while I took out my contacts, then it was back out to the living room.
It was obvious she was in a play mood. She busied herself on the floor for over a hour, only occasionally looking at us to make sure we were still watching. She was in such a happy, goofy mood. She'd look over at Scott, make eye contact, babble excitedly and then laugh. It was the cutest thing. When she grew tired of that, she decided to take off on her own. She supposedly doesn't crawl, but she managed to go from the center of the living room over to the Winnie the Pooh bench that sits in front of our tv. She wiggled and scooted at good 3-5 feet to get there. It was really funny to watch because the moment she got there, she pulled her piano out and then tried to grab the cubes too. When she gave up doing that, she rolled towards her toy box, only to get upset and start whimpering for help.
Scott picked her up and brought her back to us. The second he set her down, she started fussing. He would pick her up, move her and try to set her down again. Every time her butt touched the ground, she'd start to cry again. He eventually sat her at my feet and I knew immediately what was wrong. I could smell it and it was BAD. He took her into the bedroom to change her and all I heard was, "Oh my God!" It was a particularly nasty one. It went up her back, on her onesie and filled her diaper. That wasn't the bad part though. It was sticky and probably the smelliest diaper she's ever had. I threw all the poopy stuff in the washer when he was done and Adia was perfectly happy. She eagerly went back to playing. When she got cranky again, Scott gave her a bottle while I made dinner.
It was soon dinnertime for Adia. She had the last of the crockpot applesauce, some chicken with apples, chunks of pear, puffs and a biter biscuit. It sounds like a lot of food, but when you only have a bite of each thing, it really isn't that much. She seems to be on a solid food boycott. She did really like the biter biscuit though. She was thoroughly covered by the time it was bathtime. I took a bath with her again tonight and she was happy to have me there. She kept leaning against me and trying to hold on. I was able to totally clean her up. She was all eyes for Scott eventually and every time he looked at her, she'd smile and squeal. When she got out she wouldn't let go of her cup. Scott had an interesting time putting on her pjs because of it. She wore a pair of her new pjs. They're 6 months, like all her other pjs, but they were way too big. The arms were too short, but the rest of it was huge.
I cuddled her on the couch while she drank her bottle. She played with my face and I kissed her hand until she started to relax and fall asleep. It's kind of our nightly ritual. She grabs my face and then slowly moves her hand down to my lips. I kiss her hand a bunch of times, she smiles and settles down. Scott picked her up and laid her down at 9. We haven't heard a peep since. I hope her lullaby CD stays on repeat tonight. It really does seem to help her sleep.
ok.. Scratch that. She just started crying. Scott's going to try to settle her down, but if it doesn't work, it's all up to me.
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