She Calls Me Mama

My baby girl called me "mama" yesterday. She's been making the sound a lot lately, especially when crying, but I was never sure she was talking TO me. Yesterday though she and I were in my bed, and I was reading a book. (The Wind in the Willows Skye, and it was so cute) She started to get bored, and was starting to fuss a little. She wasn't really upset yet though, and I only had a few sentences left in the chapter, so I was trying to finish it so I could find my place when I wanted to read again. So I made her wait a few seconds. Jess walked in while she was fussing, and she kind of rolled over to her side to get close to me and said "Maaaamaaa" in a really cute pleading kind of tone. I was glad Jess was there to confirm that it counts as her first word. She's so cute and special.
She had another first yesterday too, the first time we saw her officially crawl, moving all four limbs forward without losing her balance or stopping to sit or lie down again.
She's ALSO 7 months old as of yesterday. Since we were taking Paige to the doctor anyway, because of her eyes, they weighed Neely for me. She's 19 lbs 14 ounces, and 28 inches long.

Paige AND Neely have conjuctivitis, and Paige is suddenly pretty sick.
I don't know if it's the same cold she was getting before the wedding or a whole new one. I guess Jess and I don't combine well when it comes to our immune systems. They've all been really healthy as babies, but it seems like we all catch every cold and flu possible.

Paige puts up a RIDICULOUS fight when we do her eyedrops (4 horrible times a day). It's like wrestling a 40 pound cat, minus the scratching and biting thankfully.

Cason's feeling better though, he's having fun...
..and being as sweet and lovey as ever.
He and Jess are making a fort out of blocks(and some books), for his "tough guys", together right now,
and Jess just told me Cason knocked it down and then said "Dad, you should fix the fort. I can't do it, I'm too tired." Haha. He tells me that all the time. He's too tired to go get some toy he wants, and needs me to do it for him. Or he's too tired to beat a hard level on Mario, and needs me to do it. Ha. Two years old, and already so tired.