This past Friday was Gallery Hop and the opening reception of For the Delight of the Children at Christ Church Cathedral, a group show that I participated in. We brought Ruby with:
I guess the rookie mom in me is still naive enough to think that Ruby would behave at an event like this. Yeah, right. I could have gotten a babysitter or put her in daycare for the evening but I want her to see these kinds of things-plus she needs to be out in public in order to learn how to behave in public. Still, I ended up being very frustrated that night. It was a bad combo of she can never sit still for more than 5 seconds and she's been very, very clingy lately, but only to me. She wants very little to do with Heath right now. So if I wasn't holding her she was running around like a nut up and down the halls, up and down the aisles in the sanctuary, and repeat. Heath tried to wrangle her but...yeah...
Eventually Heath took her into the closet that was right next to wear my work was displayed. They were in there for a few minutes and a friend and I made jokes about the noises she was making, saying we could tell people that's where they kept the Holy Ghost during events.
We were able to keep her kind of, sort of occupied for just over an hour and then you could just tell that a meltdown of epic proportions was brewing. We left and I was disappointed because I had wanted to see some more of my friends. Very selfish, I know. It's times like this that I question my parenting skills. I know I shouldn't expect too much of her but at the same time I don't want to coddle her. Lesson learned: Either get child care or drive separately so Heath can take her home when the time comes.
On Saturday we took Ruby to get her first haircut. Nothing major, just enough to even things out a bit and make her look a bit less shaggadelic. I got off one blurry shot before she decided that she wouldn't do this thing without sitting with me.
On Saturday we took Ruby to get her first haircut. Nothing major, just enough to even things out a bit and make her look a bit less shaggadelic. I got off one blurry shot before she decided that she wouldn't do this thing without sitting with me.
She did very well, I think. She didn't scream or cry during the cut she just wouldn't sit still!
I'll get you for this!
comb train
Linsey was able to get the last little bit cut when Ruby became occupied with stuffing Mum Mums in my mouth. If you're thinking "what the hell is a Mum Mum", a Mum Mum is sort of like a rice cake for babies. As you can tell from my expression they aren't particularly good. Blech.
On Sunday we spent a lot of time working on organizing the blue room (our office). At one point Ruby was very quiet and when I found her I discovered that she had opened the pantry, knocked down the peanut butter jar, somehow got it open, and helped herself:
Towards the end of the day Ruby decided to be naked and started playing in front of a big mirror. The really funny pictures are those of her fully naked dancing with herself in the mirror but I'll save the fully nekkid pictures for her Shutterfly book. I'm pretty sure that this little gal is ready to potty train. She climbed up on her changing table and said, "diaper pease!" Just another interesting adventure!
