Cdubs first solid food

Cdubs had her first solid food a week ago...delicious delicious rice cereal ala breast milk.

And you would have thought the girl had tasted nothing better in her life

I am not really sure where to go from rice cereal. 

we are doing a little bit in the morning and a little bit in the evening.

That judgey look is just for my mom, who is taking pictures..."don't get in on this, Lolly!"

***I love that she tries to guide my hand to her mouth***

Proud dad looking on...she never looks away or seems full...this chunk loves her food!

I don't know where to go from here...when do you start the next type of food? How long? What should you start with? It is a fun new world we are embarking on!  Advice needed!

Back in the States

Sorry for the lack of posts, but we have been back in the States. 

Cdubs did a great job on the trip, but she has had the hardest time adjusting. 

Teething, time zone change, growth spurt, EVERYTHING...

we weren't getting more than 2 hours sleep at a time each night.  She is slowly getting better, but it is slowly killing me.

Since we've been home, she has started solids, been in the swimming pool, loves her Johnny Jump up, and is learning to drink from a sippy cup.

This month is a doozy for our big/little girl!

On Accident

We attended a party this weekend, and, of course, I worried about the important things:

What am I going to wear and more importantly, what is Cdubs going to wear?

My SIL gave C a cute black-and-white sweater dress that she will not be able to wear when the weather is more appropriate (read: cold), so I had her wear that.  I was thinking of putting her in pink shoes and being done with it...

For me I was going to wear black because I was photographing the event and black is what you wear...

Then came three simultaneous events:
1.) can't wear my usual brown carrier with black clothes (so I wore my red Moby), which meant I could wear my red shoes with my all black outfit.
2.) C's pink shoes didn't fit and she hated the white tights...so I had to switch her to her red leggings to keep her warm.
3.) C puked on my solid black skirt, leaving me to change into my black and white polka dotted one at the very last minute.

As I walked into the party, I looked down...gasping, I realized, "oh shit, we match!"  I have become one of those mothers. 

Next stop: matching hats.

I do this somewhat often...not matching but coordinating outfits.  Always always always by accident.

I think that when I am imagining her outfits I cross-reference my own wardrobe OR

I am subconsciously bringing out my latent issues that my mother would not wear our matching Laura Ashley dresses to church every Sunday like I wanted to.

Doesn't this picture say it all...the mom looks like she is ready to shoot herself and the daughter looks estatic.  I mean, what women doesn't look great in the same dress as their toddler?


Oh well, at least she was happy:

1st Excursion: Budapest

This week, we went on our first excursion to Budapest, Hungary.  It is three hours away from Vienna by train, which was Cdubs's first train ride (see right-she seems really pleased, right?). 

It was a nice train trip, and she was very well behaved.  She is slowly becoming less and less tolerable to sleeping or eating while things are going on around her.  Kdubs was great with her and played with her, letting me read and relax a bit.

Kdubs is what I like to call a tourist-from-hell.  He has to see a million things and runs around town checking things off his "must-see" list.  He is not leisurely, he never dallies, and he never takes it easy.  We are very different tourists.  I love to get up late and soak up culture.  I love to tackle maybe two things in a day and really get to know them.  While neither of those two ways works really well with a baby, she somehow let us both compromise in a way we haven't been able to before.   We knew that we couldn't stay out all day and night seeing things (like Kdubs would like to), but if we were going to see anything we needed to tackle it while we could.  So we went and took pictures in front of the big monuments (checking things off ala Kdubs), but spent a lot of time near our hotel in case someone needed anything (more my style).  We saw so much and Cdubs did great...because, well she napped through most of it.

The only bad thing I have to say about Budapest is that their idea of a/c is a joke!  It is like an elephant's hot breath is circulating the air in the room. 

Traveling with an infant was challenging and continuing a bedtime routine is a joke, but it could have been worse.  We are back in Vienna for a few days and then we leave for the States in 6 days!!!!

I am so excited to go home for a bit, but transatlantic air travel with an infant is never calm and with the Icelandic atmosphere, I am simply praying for no delays and safe journeys.  Everything else is gravy...maybe that should be my new saying.

Here is what C thought about Budapest: