High Chair

We upgraded Emmett from the (terrifying) Bumbo chair to a "high chair".  This contraption hangs off the bar counter which is equally terrifying but space saving.  So...

In this picture Hollan has just realized that Emmett has taken over her spot at the counter.  Daddy and I obviously didn't think this one out.

 Em D and his Cheerios.

 Nom nom nom.

 This guy.  So big.

Emmett - 8 Months

Look who's 8 months old already!!! 

Emmett is weighing in at 16lbs 2oz as of this morning.  Not sure where this kid is storing his food because if he is awake, he is EATING!  He is finally getting some pudge on him and could not be any cuter or smilier.

He loves to jump in his Johnny Jump Up and loves to cruise around the main level in his walker, whilst eating yogurt melts, baby mum mums or puffs.  His Daddy is still the funniest guy around but is now getting competition from big brother Evan who is pretty darn funny.  He loves his Pearly Girly and can discern the sound of her paws on the carpet and strains around to find her.  He is working on perfecting his high five and sits up like a champ.  Still no desire to crawl which is fine by me!  With Hollan's trips to Urgent Care, I'd like this kid to stay put as long as possible.  Still our sweet, sweet man.

 That's me, y'all."

Wedding Sunday

Thanks to Uncle Steve and (now) Aunt Lucy for getting married yesterday and giving us all the chance to dress up!

The girls giving Lucy her bouquet.

 Bride & Groom!

 Getting the deed done.

 Making it official.

 Steve and his girls!

 The whole family!

 The super important witnesses.

 Pastor Crippen.  Making all the important Peterson family moments legit.

 The whole crew!

Hollan's First Stitch

 So, this happened Sunday night.  Here's the story:
We had gotten home from Great Grandma's house and it was the standard Sunday night shuffle: Brian getting the trash ready in the garage, me getting Emmett ready for bed while Evan and Hollan get themselves ready for bed.  Evan had helped Hollan into her pjs and he was anxious to get downstairs to watch a few more minutes of the Olympics before bedtime.  Hollan was amped up and being goofy in Evan's room (which usually leads to some sort of injury....foreshadowing).  The big kids then went downstairs while I was getting Emmett ready to eat.  About 30 seconds go by and I hear a thump and a cry from Hollan that is indicative of injury (as opposed to indicating frustration or a slight of some sort, Hollan's other two primary cries).  I run to the top of the stairs and up she runs with Evan hot on her heels looking flustered and saying, "I just wanted her to get off of me".  She settled down pretty quickly and I was able to ascertain that she had been trying to wrestle or hug or just generally pester Evan when he had given her a shove which resulted in her falling off the couch and hitting the coffee table. (That's right: Coffee Tables 2...Peterson Kids 0) I didn't even realize her head had been gashed open until she turned around to go back downstairs and I saw blood dripping down her shirt.  Insert TOTAL HEART ATTACK.  I will refrain from giving you the details of my reaction but let me just say that I am not good in these situations.  I got an ice pack and then immediately called Brian in from outside and passed her off to him so I could go cry around the corner where she wouldn't see me.  Brian calmly evaluated the injury and then packed her in the car off to Urgent Care, which is thankfully five minutes from our house.  (You would think based on Hollan's current injury tally that we factored this logistic in when purchasing this house.)
An hour and one stitch later, the Brave Bibs returns. According to Brian, she was super chatty at Urgent Care, making snorting sounds at the nurse and only getting upset when she got the Novacaine shot to numb her for the stitch.
When she got home, I was still crying and she hugged me and said, "Why are you crying, Mom?  I'm ok!"  That's right.  Our three year old is the toughest person we know.

Aside from the greasy hair at the stitch spot, this girl is none the worse for wear.  But when we go out in public, she does keep her hat on.  I guess it is a good thing that I have become such an incredible knitter (shameless self promotion here!!).

She gets her stitch out Tuesday so we will post an after pic then!

Weekly Randoms

Uncle Boo/bouncy balls are hysterical.

Karaoke to Frozen.  "You don't have to live in beer"

Moving to the beat of her own drum at dance class.

BIG BOY!  Check out those chompers!

 Rug burn to the face.  A hazard of playing chase with your cousin and big brother.

 "Huh?"

 Happy happy dude.