Seeing as we missed Miss Ruby’s Momentous Flip, Jay set up his camera for some Ruby time lapse action. (One frame every 10 seconds, people!)
As you can see, besides putting lots of random things in her mouth, the Rubes also moves quite a bit, although not in the flipping manner we were watching for. We tried to tempt her to turn with a toy on the right side of the screen, but she was having none of it.
Miss Ruby will flip when she wants to flip, thank you very much.
The National Ruby Flip Alert has been lowered from Red to Orange.
We knew it was going to happen, but folks, we all missed the event.
So it happened. Today.
Just imagine she was on her back a few minutes ago, but the Stealthy One flipped onto her tummy while I disappeared to wash her poopful diaper cover.
That Ruby, she’s a good undercover baby.
And since we’re talking about Awesome Baby Moves, did you know that babies can do this?
I feel old. Really old. And creaky.
What I want: Ruby to sleep.
What Ruby wants: To resist sleep for as along as Mom can provide assorted entertainment including, but not limited to, singing, reading, tummy rubbing, and toy playing.
What I want to see happen: To tire her out with play so that when I put her to bed, she will fall asleep.
What actually happens: Ruby gets tired while playing and falls asleep in awkward position and/or place.
Question: Would you move a sleeping baby?
I had baby brains when I was pregnant. Post pregnancy, I still have baby brains.
Baby brains can be loosely defined as — how do I say it — LOSING YOUR MIND!
People (parents, mostly) tell me it’s the lack of sleep. Plus now, one half (or more) of your brain is constantly thinking of The Rubes.
Is she okay? What is she doing? Does she need me? Why isn’t she making a sound? I wonder if she will like donuts.
I used to be able to remember people’s names, go to the grocery store without a list, remind Jay about his appointments, et cetera, et cetera. These days, I’m lucky if I remember it’s trash day.
Today, I completely forgot that someone I’d been meeting weekly for the past three months did not eat red meat. She must have told me that more than once, and the Old Dot would have totally remembered.
Not New Dot.
That’s why this Mashable badge sticker idea is so awesome. You peel off the appropriate stickers to paste on your shirt and voila, no need to guess or remember anything about the person you’re talking to.
I’m a “No Twitter”, “Apple”, “Facebook”, and “iPhone” kinda gal.
From now on, everyone who meets New Dot NEEDS some form of identification.
Vegetarian? You better have a giant sticker telling me that. I met you three weeks ago and you have a pet named Tinker? You better be wearing a badge the size of a plate to remind me of THAT name.
Or maybe it’s a lost cause.
Maybe, just maybe, I might be getting old.
I may look perturbed here — What else is new, folks? — but I really really dug that swing.
It was especially fun when someone else held me and I avoided the whole “standing up by myself” thing.
Uncle Luke’s sink fit me perfectly, but may I gently suggest, Mom, that next time you bring the bubble bath?
You may notice the snarl on my lips. That’s because I still don’t know if I like the sun. It was 96 F or 36 C that day. I know I’m hot, but I shouldn’t be competing with the Sun to be the hottest thing in Denver.
I winked my way into everybody’s arms. Oh yeah, baby!
Too bad I was a little young for indoor skydiving, but Dad and Uncles Luke and Ty went for a little hang time. I’ll show them when I’m one!
I played the piano for the first time and no one wore ear plugs. Hello, Juilliard!
I had crab leg flavored milk on Uncle Luke’s birthday!
I nearly-almost-barely-practically-just-about crawled. Do I get points for effort?
I seriously modeled my first Full Retail Price Zara Baby outfit. That’s my Blue Steel look. Please note that I also turned LEFT.
You’ve got to try looking at art in the Denver Art Museum lying down. Will make anyone a critic.
Learned to read in Denver.
Just kidding.
In true Dot fashion, I took 8,712 shots in Denver alone, so editing is taking a while, but Fans of Ruby, here are a few to get you started. UPDATE: ALL LOADED!
You may (or may not) have missed us in the past six days.
Ruby was spreading Cuteness in Denver, where it was (very) hot, and where Ruby’s hat (or head) was too small (or big).
Stay tuned for more uploads later tonight.
And can I just say: Taking a flight with Ruby and a second adult is such a breeze.
Such. A. Breeze. I highly recommend it.
Many of you may know about my stellar hardware skills.
I am known to ask, “Where is the ‘on’ button?”
On a Mac, no less.
Put a PC in front of me, and well, let the games begin.
I am proud to say I belong to the 0.1 percent of PC users who ACTUALLY read and followed the instructions.
Easy enough. I carefully unwrapped the package. I almost dropped the battery because it was artfully hidden as part of the packaging.
I struggled slightly with this because I inserted it the WRONG WAY, despite the arrows.
I obviously did not study Step 3 in detail because I tried in vain to connect THIS PART to the computer. It doesn’t. It connects to the power cord. Oops.
This one was easy. Except for some reason I thought the “on” button was in the middle of the computer.
You may congratulate me.
Now.
I mean it.
Congratulate me.
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