Weekend Update

Since the Seahawks are doing so poorly (understatement of the year), we've actually been focusing more on getting some small projects done around the Schweighardt house on the weekends. I've been bitten by the interior decorating bug and the past two weekends have been dedicated to painting the living and dining rooms. I'm thinking my equivalent of Spring cleaning for this time of year must be Fall Redecorating; I just can't get enough.

Anyone who knew me pre-John must know how out of character this Martha Stewart-esque behavior is. Before, my idea of decorating was either wallpapering my room with photographs until the drywall fell apart from tac holes or a strategically placed poster of Orlando Bloom as Legolas from Lord of the Rings (What can I say? It was a phase!) But today I spent an hour (yes--an hour!) looking through art prints and frames in Michael's because I had to find three prints with the perfect shade of orange to match the roses I was inspired by for our wall decorations.

...who is this lady?

Anyway, I'll stop boring you with weird home decorating details and turn to the subject I know most of you would rather hear about: Audrey...who is really starting to show a strange affinity for ducks. I don't know if it was pre-destined, but the only repeat gifts we got at her baby shower were rubber ducks. It must be something about the bright orange beak that fits easily into an infant's mouth, I suppose. Aside from gnawing on her ducks, Audrey is now sucking on her fingers at every possible moment (look out for slobbery hands!) and is also trying to say b's. She accidentally buzzed her lips while blowing spit bubbles and is now fascinated with the sound. This means we've been saying "boo" a lot more than "poop" lately. John is thrilled.

On the napping front, I am slowly regaining some of my sanity. Audrey no longer has to be simultaneously bounced, swished, swayed, shushed, and butt-patted to sleep while actively resisting. (It literally felt like trying to put an octopus in a straight jacket while dancing) Now she will usually settle for 20 minutes of dancing or walking to get her to sleep. Hallelujah!

We've been getting up at 5:30am ever since the time change too and we actually kind of enjoy being early risers. Audrey wakes up and usually squawks a few times to get me to come pick her up, then she and dad hang out in bed while I make breakfast. John and I get a pretty good show at the breakfast table; Audrey tires to eat her duck and tells us stories that mostly come out something like this: "squawk! squawk! squaaaaaaawk! *gnaw on duck* dribble, dribble, bbbbbbrrrrr!" Someday we will write them all down and make even more money out of this kid.

Well, the Dragon is already asleep for the night and that means that I should follow suit. Stay tuned for more Adventures in the wild world of Audrey.