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    Foto Friday

    June 24th, 2011

    I’m so hungry, I can eat a dinosaur!

    (aka, Hmn… tastes like chicken)

    Will THIS fit in my mouth?

    I kick it!

    Give me some old time Rock N’ Roll!

    Safety first! Dinos get buckled in too

    Does this scream trouble to you?

    Move along, nothing to see. I’m eating, here!


    Do you think I have enough spoons for my oatmeal? 5 good?

    Ok, who’se gonna clean up this mess?

    Nap? What nap? I’m not tired!

    My toes are the best toy. Ever!

    Nom, nom, nom, nom.

    Foto Friday

    June 3rd, 2011

    From the fair the other week. G did some sliding:

    (btw, thank you oblivious parent for standing RIGHT in front of me at the most opportune moment. I’m sure my honkin’ huge lens was easy to miss.)

    and pet some animals:

    run from the town mascot

    and ride a little train. But S2 needed to eat then, so my hands were otherwise occupied.

    S fulfilled his life-long dream of imitating a hamster… except he didn’t really manage to run in his wheel.

    S2 spent most of our visit sleeping 🙂

    “Hey, Ma! This baby keeps copying everything I do!”

    Teething = Barf?

    June 3rd, 2011

    S2 went through 5 separate outfit changes yesterday. I haven’t had to change a kid this often since my anal-retentive G newborn days. Why? ‘Cuz he spat up a lot yesterday. A LOT!

    S had suggested that maybe it’s because of the teething. His logic was that if teething produces more acidic saliva, if it’s acidic enough to cause diaper rash (case in point, G), then it could also easily act in the opposite direction. And, per Ms. J’s confirmation, he’s right.


    I think I’d rather take the diaper rash.

    7 months

    May 31st, 2011

    Boy, has this been an exciting month. S2 is coming into his personality now, and it’s kind of fun to watch it develop. He is a very verbose young man and can go on for extended periods of time giving you his opinion (or sermon depending on who you ask). He’s not afraid to also deliver the same monologue in an angry tone when he’s pissed off, AND for your added benefit he doesn’t let any object occupying his mouth conclude his line of thinking. Case in point: hungry S2 that decided that the world was coming to an end because he was starving all of a sudden. Even with a boob in his mouth he proceeded to grumble at me.

    He hates clothes going over his head. It’s his pet peeve about getting dressed.

    He loves to nuzzle his loveys.

    He loves to sleep with a lovey covering his face (and freak Ms K out in the process).

    He still lights up when he’s in a good mood and is very affectionate. His snuggles still rock and he is now also happily dispensing kisses… at least to me. He’ll grab at my cheeks (pinch them really), pull me in close and then open his mouth wide against my cheek. I know there’s true love there because he shares his drool. And for those that know me, spit slime is “my favorite” (insert dripping, HA!, sarcasm here).

    He’s still working on sitting: he’s getting better, but not sitting on his own just yet. I have to remind myself that in his adjusted age he’s only 6m1w old, and he has a looong range to go, but this is the only milestone I’m looking forward to. The rest of crawling/walking can wait for as long as G took.

    These past few days, my little chill mellow kid has turned into a fuss-monster. I think this is all on account of teething. I can’t be sure which tooth is trying to make a run for the surface, but based on where he’s chewing, and some translucent sightings, he might be starting off with a canine. Joy! Those sucked for G. Perhaps if we DO start with those, maybe the rest will be easy? I hope.

    Weight: 17lb

    Height: 26.38″

    Favorite activity: Shoving his hands in my food and trying to see what he can swipe before I catch him. He has now successfully managed to misappropriate a s’more. I guess there went the “no sugar until 1” restriction.

    Favorite toy: a tie between the bee and Jacques the peacock

    Sweetest moment: Mama kisses!!!

    Naughtiest moment: blowing raspberry with a mouth full of food. He does this ALL.THE.TIME now. I think I end up wearing a third of what I feed him.

    Important milestones: teething’s on the way, and we have a whole lotta babble

    Why, yes, these are Maternity clothes!

    April 12th, 2009

    Yep, it’s 7 months post-partum and I’m still sporting maternity clothes at least 2-3 days out of the week. Mostly the shirts, but I have one pair of maternity jeans that you’ll pry away only from my cold, dead fingers.

    They’re comfortable as heck, is why! The fabric is soft, stretchy and the clothes just fit right. I swear maternity clothes are designed for real people, and real bodies while regular clothes are designed on top of a mannequin for a size 2 model and only enlarged for size. If only my body was an perfect scale of a size 2 life would be good, but it’s not, so…

    The only disadvantage to still wearing maternity clothes is that they’re not providing me with any real incentive to get back into shape. They hide my pudge, which is good, but it can’t go on for perpetuity. I lent most of my maternity wear to an expecting colleague, but I saved my favorite jeans and a few of my shirts for myself. It was my attempt to wean myself off of the Motherhood line.

    None the less I’ll be sporting my comfy shirts for as long as I feel like.
    And yes, that is a maternity top I’m wearing today 🙂

    Foto Friday

    April 9th, 2009

    In honor of Easter week-end:

    In a garden not too far away lives a bunny…. who we’ll call G

    G wasn’t happy about eating his carrots

    Until he tried them

    And then he just couldn’t get enough

    Aaah, one full and passed out bunny

    From trash to treasure

    April 5th, 2009

    I’m a first born. Not only so, but also the first born in my immediate family. What this means is that I’m not used to hand-me-downs. I don’t look down on them, but I’ve grown accustomed to things new and shiny.

    In many ways I’ve found myself transferring my personal preference onto G as well, although I’m really working hard to keep an open mind. There are many things I won’t consider getting used, but there are others that I really don’t mind giving a second life to.

    S and I have many friends with children who are outgrowing their gear and clothes and we’ve been the fortunate (and grateful) recipients of many goodies. Although my “new and shiny” tendency still rears it’s head, I’m appreciating that 1) it saves us money; 2) G won’t remember (or care) that his XXX wasn’t brand new as long as it does what it’s supposed to; 3) reuse is really best for the environment.

    I also get a kick out of getting a really good deal. G’s swing (Fisher Price Rainforest) sells for $270 new. S and I picked one up in great condition for $50. Today, I got G’s next sized tub (Primo EuroBath) for $10, where I would have paid over $20 new… before taxes.

    Craigslist and the local mother’s group mailing list have been our friends 🙂 At the end of the day I’m happy, the sellers are happy, and the trash dude strains his back over less item hauling to the dump so he’s happy.

    S and I are gearing up for a “Things we couldn’t live without post”, but in the meanwhile this is one tip from me to you (and to future me) as a reminder that the saying of “One person’s trash is another’s treasure” really is true.


    Foto Friday

    April 3rd, 2009

    Do I have a fun grandma or what?

    Up close and personal

    I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty in PIIIINK.

    C’mere you camera

    Look Ma — my feet finally touch the ground

    Having a drink w/ my Pop

    Does this make you want to “Aw!” or what?

    No, THIS is how you do it…

    We’re working here! Move along.

    Action and reaction

    April 2nd, 2009

    The other evening G and I were in the dinning room enjoying some Corn & Butternut Squash. Ok, he was enjoying it, and I was the transportation device helping deliver the spoon of yellow goodies from the bowl to his mouth. After the yummy yellow goo went all down the hatch, I left G to his own devices to play with his spoon. I don’t do it often, but I do want him to start getting the idea that some day he’ll be feeding himself. Anyway…

    G held onto his spoon and started waving it around. He did manage to put the right end in his own mouth once, but spend the rest of the play time just waving it around.

    I thought “Hmn… I wonder if he will put it in my mouth? Does he know that it’s a spoon? Does he get that it goes in the mouth?

    So I tried it. I opened up and went “Aaaaaaah”


    “Aaaaaaah,” I did again.

    And nothing still. G just stood there waving his spoon giving me a look which said “Woman, what are you doing? Can’t you see I’m busy here? (I’ve got a spoon stuck to my hand!)”

    That’s when I realized that he’s not up to the action and reaction point of thinking yet. It made me a little sad — my little guy has such a long way to go; but then also excited because some day we will get there.

    Until then I’ll be the cruise director navigating mushed food from bowl to messy mouth. Then will come G putting food in mouth: his, and if he’s in a sharing mood, mine.

    And then some day he’ll give me a hug. That will be a pretty special moment too 🙂

    Movie Monday

    March 29th, 2009

    Aka “Elephant: Tastes like Chicken” and “I am G, hear me roar.”