firsticuffs

some firsts this week


-Yesterday I did my first "Power Pump" class at the Y, which was also my first group exercise class. It was embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as saying the name of the class out loud. Yesterday was also some major spring cleaning, including cleaning out the garage and mopping the whole floor for the first time since Lars was born. Note to self: Don't do Power Pump on the same day as spring cleaning. I can hardly walk today. 


-Lars had his first encounter with solid food. Brown rice cereal. He was skeptical at first, but now loves it. 




























-Rilla got her first stitches. Three, to be exact. She had a disagreement with gravity and it spitefully shoved her head against the corner of the wall. Jeff took her to the clinic and they had her fixed up in no time. They swaddled her arms to keep her still and she, speaking for her arms in a high pitched voice, kept saying things like "hey! it's dark in here! I can't move!" That's So Rilla. 
































-Petra used "HAHAHAHA" in a written text for the first time, as well as "/ " which she explained to me means "and." She's a winner. 





























-Lars cut his first tooth! There was minimal extra fussing, which I attributed to his immunizations this week. Poor kid. Shots and teething. Every mother has said it, probably anyone who has ever known a child has said it for that matter, but I will say it anyway: he is growing up so fast. 

-First time using this recipe. We put it on devil's food cupcakes (from the box) and called them Chocolate Covered Strawberry Cupcakes. The frosting is crazy good, even if ours look nothing like the picture. Every Sunday me and Petra watch Cupcake Wars and Petra tells me all about who is going to win, what ingredients she would pick, and what her cupcake bakery would be called. Today she called us the "Royal Rainbow Bakery." 

-I helped Lars play his first game of catch with daddy in our sunny backyard today. I told him to ignore Tinkerbell and her friends covering the ball, and kept repeating "ball, ball ball" to him over and over. Jeff plays catch with the girls all the time, but watching him play with his son got me a smidge teary. oh, boys. 




It was quite the eventful week, but some things never change. Like the fact that I love meeting my kids anew every time they grow up a little.