Many irrelevant firsts

Annie had several "firsts" this past week. Here they are, in no particular order:

-first soy milk. She loved it!

-first "boobooties," of course meaning blueberries. She ate enough over two days to create an enormous diaper explosion (which conveniently happened while in the nursery at church--Oma was on suprise diaper duty while I taught Sunday School)

-first trip to Sam's Club. We made our maiden voyage on Sunday and got some good deals. Who needs a 3-lb box of Goldfish crackers? We do, apparently. Anne fell asleep in the stroller about half way through the trip.

-first fast food. Not our proudest moment, but we drove through Taco Bell on our way home and Annie got a Cheese Roll-Up, which is a plain tortilla with melted cheese. I let her hold it in the car and she just slowly munched her way through it and sipped water out of her Taco Bell cup. It was cute but we felt bad for 1. feeding her fast food and 2. letting her eat in the car. We were just so tired and wanted to get home!

-first walk. This happened more than a week ago, but we'll count it. We took Anne for a family walk on one of the nicer afternoons. No stroller, just walking on the sidewalk. She went SO far! She kept a nice pace and just kept plugging along. We took Mikey and Anne strung 3 words together for the first time. "Get the puppy" she said as Mikey was in front of her the whole time. She figured out that if we are walking, we will end up at Oma and Opa's, so when she and Sam walked again on Sunday, she just said "Oma, Oma, Oma" the whole time. Last night we went again and as we turned down their street it turned to "Oopa, Oopa!" She was glad to see him. (For Erin: we went up past Rick and Pat's and around to Wildenborg's, then down to Linda and back to our house.)

-first night-time sitting. It finally happened, at 17.5 months! She woke up the other night and cried and cried, so I went to check on her and she was sitting up in bed. That has never happened before. She had dropped the Dee-Dee under the crib somehow and was quite upset that it was gone. Once it was replaced and a fresh diaper was on, it was right back to sleep. She was sitting up again in the morning when she got up, and then stood up when Sam came to get her out. Looks like we will have to lower that crib mattress soon--once Sam can find the "metric allen wrench" that is needed...
(Side story: Our friend Matt was over for dinner last night and was saying that his son, Bennet, pulls himself up in the crib and cries at night. He's barely 10 months old--much more advanced in the crib-standing department!)

I think that covers everything. She's at a really fun age right now, just chatting with us and laughing at diferent things and making her way around the house. It is very fun to be 1!