Greg and Bethany

The video now playing shows our little Ginny's first steps, dated March 14, 2008.  Who would have thought that her own purple sock would become the motivation for stepping out on her own!

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If you’ve followed this site at all, then you’ve seen pictures of Ginny.  She’s growing and developing faster than we know what to do with.  She was kind enough recently to outline her day for us:

·         My day starts when it’s still dark.  I cry out for some inexplicable reason 1-3 times during the night while I should be sleeping.  This keeps Mommy and Daddy honest.  And nervous.  Oh, and tense that I’m not actually asleep.  Hee hee.

·         Wake for real around 7am, give or take 45 minutes or so.  I usually stand at the end of my crib and look to see if Mommy is awake – if both our doors are open I can see right into their room.  Then I yell.  Then Mommy comes in and gets me.  Daddy’s already long gone for work, and I won’t see him until about quarter after three.

·         Breakfast is fruit and rice cereal.  Yum!  I like to take my eyes off the spoon Mommy’s holding so that I get purple stuff all over my chin.

·         I play on the living room floor while Mommy gets food for herself.  We like to watch the Today Show together. 

·         What happens next depends on how much Mommy needs to get done.  I might play on the floor while she washes dishes.  The best days are when we play peek-a-boo together.  Oh!  And there’s always the door stopper in the hallway to play with – it makes a fun bwinnggggg sound.

·         Then I get grumpy and Mommy puts me in my crib for a nap.  If I’m not tired enough, I stand up in my crib approximately every two minutes so Mommy has to come in and lay me back down again. 

·         (I also have my diaper changed frequently during the day.  I didn’t think you cared about that too much, though.)

·         After the nap is lunch.  It’s usually something homemade, like bananas and berries or broccoli and cauliflower.  All pureed and mushy, of course.  Yum!  Since I have three teeth now, I can have Cheerios one by one and these little rice puff things that I suck on until they turn to mush.  I also started eating bits of bread and other soft stuff recently.

·         After lunch Mommy goes shopping with me sometimes.  I’m usually a very good girl at the store.  Lots of people look and smile at me.  I don’t smile back unless it’s a kid.

·         Daddy gets home, like I said above, after three.  Sometimes I’m already done with my second nap, sometimes I’m in the middle of it, and sometimes I haven’t even started it yet!  I like to keep Mommy and Daddy guessing.  I always smile big when I see Daddy, though.  It is the first time I’ve seen him all day, after all!

·         Sometimes I’m grumpy in the afternoon, sometimes I’m chipper.  No matter what, I like to crawl all around the apartment to grab all the stuff I’m not supposed to: power cords, DVD player, trash can, loose strings in the carpet.  Mommy and Daddy have this word they like: NO.  I know exactly what it means, but when they say it to me, I generally just turn around, smile at them, then continue what I was doing. 

·         Dinner is 5ish and could be a lot of things, lately: all kinds of vegetables, different fruits, and even a little meat.  All mushy, of course.  I like sitting in my high chair and occasionally play with my foot while I eat.

·         Maybe once a week I go with Mommy and Daddy in the evening to a church so that they can talk to the youth group there about missions.  I play with Auntie Erin [that is, Priority 1’s Children’s Ministries Coordinator] in the back and she gives me snacks. 

·         If I have to ride in the car, I don’t like riding home.  I usually cry a lot.  Mommy and Daddy say it’s because I’m tired and need to go to sleep, but all I know is I get strapped in to my chair and can only look out the back window for the entire trip. 

·         Before bed, I get one last bottle, for which I clamor expectantly.  I usually fall asleep in Mommy’s arms and she puts me into my crib for the night.  I suck exclusively on my left thumb.  Daddy’s hoping – I can tell – that I’m going to be a lefty like him.