Phoebe still sometimes surprises me with how much she likes to sleep. She gets up in the morning and plays for a while, but soon she just wants to nurse and nap. And then she does about the same thing in the afternoon.
So sometimes how exhausted I am surprises me. But there you have it.
She's starting to do fun things, like bring her fists (and anything she happens to grab onto) to her mouth, stick out her tongue, blow bubbles, and is tolerating tummy time a lot better these days.
Benjamin was so proud the other day when I finally gave him permission to stand up with Phoebe (I've been telling her he needed to wait until she could hold herself up a bit better and she can now). He was really quite good with her (though now he thinks he can just pick her up whenever he wants, which makes me nervous because I like to be in control of what's happening to Phoebe).
Miriam gave a Family Home Evening lesson about how we should seek to improve and fill ourselves, using a balloon as an object lesson. The balloon was great just the way it was (and Benjamin demonstrated that an uninflated balloon could still be fun—you can still toss it around); however, when the balloon was filled with air, tossing the balloon around was a lot more fun (if the amount of giggling was any indicator). It was a wonderful lesson, and we were all reminded to be diligent about cultivating our talents.
The balloons were later used in an impromptu science lesson on static electricity. Somehow I've never showed my kids the magic of rubbing a balloon on your head and then sticking it to the wall before...
Here's Miriam holding Phoebe:
Our kitty still just isn't sure about this squishy, squawky little thing, but she sat somewhat near her for a considerable amount of time, so that's progress:
So we're never quite sure when or where Phoebe will commit to sleeping (though we're also confident that she'll eventually commit to it since it's still one of her favourite activities).
We've been doing a lot more outside time; the other day some of us played Scrabble while others of us played in the yard. Phoebe sat and blew spit bubbles:
And here she is thinking, "What's taking so long?! Show me the goods, lady!":