Keep up with the Breedorfs

Polly is crawling all over the place. Theo spent months scooting backwards before he finally mastered going forward at about 10 months. Polly is just 6 months old. Of course I’m proud of her and all but I wish she wouldn’t grow up so fast.

I also kicked her out of our bed this weekend. The first night she cried for, oh, 30-40 minutes (with periodic visits from me to soothe her) before she went to sleep. That was tough, and I did a fair bit of crying, too. The next night took about 15 minutes and was much less intense. Tonight it took about 5. Hopefully that’s a trend. The best part is that she has slept all night each of those nights instead of waking to nurse every few hours as she did when she was sharing our bed. Hopefully, that will continue. The crazy part is that *I* keep waking up every few hours anyway. I think I miss her warm little body snuggled up against me all night.

In other news, Theo choked the other day. Maggie was over for a play date and they were having lunch. Robin was watching them while I was in Polly’s room, changing a certain baby who had had an Xtreme Blowout. Theo was goofing around, stuffing his mouth full of cheesy bread then tossing his head around and laughing. I heard him start making this horrible noise and knew exactly what was happening. I tossed Polly into the crib - she had poop all up her back and was wearing nothing but a pair of green socks - and went running into the kitchen but Robin had already performed the Toddler Heimlich on him. He was scared and crying but okay. Still, I kept thwacking him on the back until Robin said, “Uh, Jen. I think he’s okay now.”

I uploaded a bunch of photos from the past several weeks to our Flickr page, including our day at Remlinger Farms, our trip to San Diego to visit the Ritchies, and our weekend at Cama Beach.