Random Woods

On Wednesdays, my boys stay at home (G works four 10-hour days now and Wednesday is his extra day off) and play while I have to go to work (poo!).

I guess yesterday G wanted to point out to me how much fun they were having at home without me. He sent me this picture.

Please ignore the uber mess in the background. Pay attention only to the fun-having boys. Also note one of my furry boys in the lower left corner, blurry from motion!

G must have been bored, he sent me this picture as well.

It is so nice of G to remind me throughout the day how much fun they are having at home without me!

We are all alive. J is getting over a fun little stage (the puking has ceased). We will all be well very soon. Sorry I haven’t been here in a while. Unless being too lazy to upload the pictures from your camera is now a good excuse to not blog, I have no good excuse. But to make up for it, I do have good pictures to show you.

We went to the Zoo! J’s first trip there. Although I am not sure he knew he was there or that there were animals (okay, I am pretty sure he didn’t), I do know he had a great time! Want proof?

Here is J cooling off with our water bottle (it was freakin’ hot the day we went).

Oh, did you want a picture of animals to prove we were actually at the zoo?

Are you a bad mom if you find that your infant son fell asleep on the floor?

Well, either way, it gave me time to bake!

I made banana cupcakes and “frosted” them with Nutella. YUM!

I messed one of the big ones up while I frosted it, so I had to sacrifice and eat it for breakfast to destroy the evidence. Darn. I suffer.

I hope you enjoy your weekend!

My baby is gross, but he is definitely G’s son…

Sorry about the terrible pictures, my phone is all that was around to capture the gross-ness of the moment.

Happy Memorial Day.

Okay, really it is “Baby’s First Breastmilk-With-Flakes-of-Rice-Cereal-And-In-No-Way-Solid Food.”

Anyway…

We decided that all the grabbing for our food and inability to eat a cheeseburger with J in our lap and not have him get a handful of ketchup was a sign he was ready. So, on Monday night we decided to try it out.

All in all I think it was a success. You can see from the photos that more came out of his mouth than got swallowed, but he got really into it and really seemed to like it. Between spoonfuls, he would kick his legs and flap his arms about, impatient for the next helping. And in the end, some techniques were discovered to help him actually eat this new soupy goo. (The main trick we discovered: keep the little spoon in his mouth with the goo for a moment so that he sucks on it and therefore swallows the goo.)

Since this session, we have had one more successful session, and one not-so-successful session. I know it will take time for all of us to get good at this new activity, and until then I need to learn to not cry when he doesn’t want it and therefore an ounce or two of my hard-earned breastmilk has been wasted.

By the way, G HATES this new activity. Can you say “Sticky Baby?” I keep trying to tell him it will only get worse from here and he should just get over it. I don’t think it is helping. So don’t be surprised when you see the toddler version of J being followed around by G holding a pack of wipes and a box of latex gloves, continuously wiping down J and changing his gloves while grimacing.

Enjoy the long weekend!

I hope you are having a good weekend!

Look, look!!!

Okay, I am there too, but it doesn’t count (yes, my name is spelled wrong, but even my health insurance doesn’t have it right, so how can I expect the Harlot to get it?).

So, G is still at home with J. He only has one more week left before he has to go back to work.

I had originally requested when he started his paternity leave, that G send me a picture occasionally as I knew I would miss being home seeing J throughout the day. The picture in the previous post and the following one of him trying to escape his bouncy chair are both good examples of the pictures I get of my cute, happy baby.

However, today I got one from him in an email with the subject “wish you were here.” I wonder why G wanted me at home today?

Can you figure it out? Because I just don’t see it…