Baby blubber

Mine, not Weez's. She's perfect :)

I have managed to gain 7 lbs since the beginning of the year. That, coupled with the fact that Reese is now 15 months old, renders my "oh, I just had a baby" excuse obsolete. I'm fairly good about working out, but my eating habits are atrocious. We eat out almost every night, and it's impossible for me to choose the grilled chicken with steamed vegetables when there's linguine with Alfredo sauce on the menu. Mmmm, carb-loaded, cheesy goodness.

Not to mention that I've fallen into that Mommy trap of finishing Weezie's food. Grilled cheese sandwiches, mac&cheese, chicken nuggets... it doesn't count if I'm eating it standing up, right?!

Be careful what you wish for...

Weez is walking! She's been literally running with her push toy since January, but she would never let go. I figured she would be a late walker since she didn't crawl until 11 months, but I admit I was starting to get a little anxious about her starting to walk. It didn't help that every where I turned, someone was asking that dreaded question - is she walking yet? No, but she can do quadratic equations in her head! OK, not really, but I swear she's normal!

We were at a girlfriend's about a week ago (March 10), and she suddenly let go of the chair she was holding onto. She stood hesitantly for a few seconds with a "what the Hell?!" look on her face, and then took 3 steps towards me. There was no going back after that - she is all over the place now! I'm convinced that she waited to walk until she could do it well. That's my Weezie!

Sometimes I miss the time when she was immobile, but I have to say that there's nothing cuter than having her walk up to me, wrap her arms around my legs, and look up at me with those big brown eyes. She's so freakin' adorable!

13 months going on 13 years...

Reese went to her first "friend" birthday party last weekend. A is one of her little playmates from daycare, and his father has always referred to Weez as "A's girlfriend". Little does he know that Weez has four boyfriends since three other little boys' dads think the same thing. A will follow Weez around wherever she crawls. Sometimes she gets tired of him following at her heels, and she'll turn around and smack him in the face; other times she'll give him a hug. It's hilarious!

I find it amusing that fathers of boys are quick to attribute signs of studliness to their sons, while fathers of girls have knee-jerk reactions to protect their daughters from said signs. When I told J about the party, he asked, "Um, he's okay, right? He doesn't have ideas does he?" He was referring to A.

The 1-year old.

No, honey, I don't think he has any designs on Weez. No devious plans to slip her "a little extra" in her milk and inviting her to see his crib...

Weez had a great time at the party, in no small part due to the attention she was getting. She is such a ham; I think she thought the party was for her. Not such a bad thing, either, since the parents had gone all-out with the catering/decorations, moonwalk, and professional clown. Ummm, does J count as a professional clown? My sister-in-law hired a petting zoo and ponies for her son's first birthday. Suffice it to say that Weez's first birthday was not so well planned out. Oh well, thank goodness I have no problems with implanting a few memories here and there. I can just see myself in a few years...

Remember, Weez, when we had that giant moonwalk for your party? Oh, and the ponies, you had so much fun!! Too bad about that fire destroying all the pictures... At least we still have the memories!