Crazy

My little girl is getting crazy. She is climbing up on everything she possibly can now. Hunter was not too thrilled about her climbing up on this while he was trying to play.

She's trying to grab the camera out of my hand and trying really hard. Notice the graham cracker residue around her mouth. Charming.
Reaching high for just the right magnet.

The little dirt baby next to our tomatoes and cantalope plants. She's eating it and loving it.
Too bad these sunglasses lasted only 2.2 seconds.
Hunter thought the best birthday gift for Daddy would be a water gun. So that's what he got Daddy. Notice Hunter has the little $1.00 gun. Guess who won this water war?
Ainsley in her little clogs. I got these for the summer so she wouldn't tear up her good shoes outside. I had to go to the newborn section of the store since her foot size is still three months - and these are still too big, but the smallest they had. Her clothes are also still three to six months.

Crazy girl loves to climb. She also loves to dive head-first off which isn't so safe.
What's down there?
whee! This couch is so fun!
I'm catching her as she dives head-first off the couch! Ainsley is growing to have alarming bravery.

Another strange thing about her. She has thrown up the last couple of days, so she must be sick, but she sure doesn't act like it. The first time, I went to check on her late at night and there was throw-up all over her crib, down the side and on the floor. But I hadn't her a peep out of her. I was beating myself up for being a bad mommy and not getting to her when it happened. I moved her next to my bed into the playpen for the night. She was absolutely happy and content during the move. I heard her start to throw up a couple more times during the night, and each time she didn't cry and had a perfectly content look on her face. She threw up twice today and it didn't faze her either. Odd. I am no longer beating myself up for missing her first sickness. She apparently is not that fazed by it. What kind of weird baby violently throws up and then sticks her thumb in her mouth and smiles? "It was nothing Mom."
Obviously she is not that sick because these pictures of her diving off the couch and fooling around are when she was supposedly "sick."

Also, our washer broke so I am digging deep into the recesses of drawers to come with wearable clothes until Tone can fix it tomorrow. (He bought the part, and my husband buys nothing new that can't be fixed). This dress was a nine month dress. She's eleven months, and the diaper cover comes down to her knees, and the dress looks like a potato sack.

Another thought I have been having lately:

A lot of the popular parenting books I have been reading have implied that if you just follow their method, your child will grow up a well-adjusted, happy, perfect, little God-follower. Maybe. But it gets a little annoying. And while I think that many of the methods are great and will probably produce great kids, can you really put a guarentee on that? Are we just playing off of parent's phobias to guarantee that? I've seen too many great Christian parents produce kids who are not currently following God. And if so....since God is supposedly our example as the best parent, then according to these books, He messed up somewhere. A lot of the methods that are Biblical still may not have the desired result. The common theme through the Old Testament is the Israelites falling away and God grieving. As of today's date, most of Israel still doesn't accept Jesus as the Savior. So...in this case....is God a bad "Christian parent"? I think you catch the irony.