I can't completely explain where or how my brain came up with this blog title, but when thinking about what we've been up to lately all I could muster was....a whole lot of nothing.
Do you remember the book "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing"? It was the first book of the "Fudge" series that I'm fairly positive I read in each year of my grade school classes. Ok, maybe 3 out of 5.

So to add to the already confusing, late-night, low-brain-wave, paragraph above, I guess this blog title is what you would get if:
our boring event-less month of October
and
the childhood chapter book
fell in love
and had a child.
(go on, say it.
go to bed laci.
go to bed!)
I will also place blame on the fact that I
can remember I had a very excellent blog idea last night (also very late) right before I fell asleep, however I
can't remember what it was. This is what you get instead. Lame.
In other news...
My baby is now
6 months old! What the heck?! It started to really make me sad when I realized that in another short 6 months she will be turning
1!!
Just for fun, or pure lack of recent pictures, (you choose) here are her monthly pictures up to this point. Minus 2 months old...I originally planned on only taking the pictures in 3 month intervals and then changed my mind when I realized how fast she changes. Lame again.

1 month. Still a tad alienish, but also cute.

3 months

4 months. She was dreadfully sick this day (hence the pajamas) although you'd never be able to tell from her smile. Also, this is from my phone. (hence the low quality)

5 months. I just decided to run with the jammie theme. Why not?

6 months. If you would like to take notice, her jammies say
Hoot Hoot - I'm Cute. They place a close second to what I like to call her "Elvis PJs" that read:
Tweat Me Nice. Complete with robins. I guess I'm a sucker for the bird themed sleep sets.
Speaking of The King...or should I say Navi's newest bedtime routine addition. That's right, like mother like daughter. The kid loves Elvis.
It started out as a desperate attempt to get her to calm down at one of my sister's tennis matches. She was deathly tired and wouldn't give into stroller slumbering. I'm sure it was because every time she would doze off some tennis teen would ace a point, cause crowd chaos, and startle her back to consciousness. Since she normally falls asleep to her lullaby CD I decided to try and put my iphone in her stroller to drown out the noise. This worked for a couple songs until Bon Jovi blasted through the speakers. Frantically I clicked through my artist playlist until it landed on the one and only "E". BINGO. Not even 30 seconds into
Love Me Tender and she was out.
It's been a week and every time I put Mr. P on shuffle, I feel like I need to knock on a
Wooden Heart. Hearing his voice his like holding a
Teddy Bear and without fail she
Surrenders and there is no more
Crying in the Chapel. What can I say? He is definitely our
Good Luck Charm. (Elvis song pun alert!)
I guess we really should have named her Presli.