Cobbler Requisition

Greg makes me laugh. He asked me to make blueberry cobbler one night back in September. Via IM earlier in the day:

"I'm making you the VP of Cobbler Requisition. I want you heavily involved in the process. The point person, so to speak. Make sure the project stays on track and that the goals are measuring well against their benchmarks, such as, Is this cobbler delicious? (Yes / No)."

We used this recipe for blueberry cobbler. I didn't end up having any of the cobbler (not my favorite), but I heard it was good, although it wasn't as crumbly as we believed cobbler should be. Next time, we'll be looking at the reviews for adjustments to the recipe to achieve the appropriate level of crumbliness.

Evie's Four Month Photo

(Sans editing, because I just don't have the time or energy).

Evie's Three Month Photo

(Sans editing, because I just don't have the time or energy).

Evie at 4 Months

Evie turned 4 months at the end of September.






She . . .

• Went camping for the first time last weekend! It was chilly and we only had one sleeper that fits her size now, which we got from cousin Tamara. Thanks, cousin Tamara!
  
• Is a sympathetic crier, so the daycare told us. But then Greg tested it out a couple times at home where he pretended to cry and Evie did indeed start to cry herself. It's funny and sad at the same time. But maybe a little bit more funny than sad.
  
• Will fall asleep on her own with minimal or no crying when we put her down for bed (for the most part). Love!
  
• Is getting more and more coordinated with grabbing things - toys, pacifier, bib. More often than not, whatever is in her hand goes straight to her mouth.
  
• Isn't quite tall enough to use the walker as intended, but she is able to touch the ground on her tippy toes pushes herself a couple inches that way.
  
• Had her 4-month check up last week and the doctor said she could have some oatmeal. We tried to give her some last Sunday, but she was too tired, and therefore fussy, at the time to really eat any. Since then, we've tried to feed it to her a few more times. She hasn't quite gotten the hang of eating off a spoon.

I discovered that the washing machine eats baby socks. I found four socks in the washer, under the rubbery door seal where the dirty water drains out. None of the four socks were matching pairs. And they were super dingy. Who knows how long they were stuck in there.