1. He's rolling over. It started last week when I was changing his diaper on the ottoman and his leg whipped over his body and I caught him as his body was slipping off the edge. He did it a few more times that day, mostly with a little assistance. Within 24 hours he was flipping onto his tummy every time his ass hit the ground.
2. We started rice cereal because he was grabbing for everything to shove in his mouth especially when we were eating. This isn't going to well. I don't know if it's associated with the rice cereal, or just bad timing but he's been crabby and inconsolable on nights we tried cereal. After 3 sleepless nights and a call to the ped's office, I decided to ease into it slowly and wash it down with prune juice to keep his guts rolling.
3. There was something else but I'm too tired and don't remember. It'll come to me... damnit I'm a bad mother. I need to get more sleep.
In the mean time here are some photos from the last few weeks.
We carved pumpkins the Thurs night before Halloween. Maudie didn't puke into her pumpkin like last year, only because she was smart enough to refuse touching it with her fingers, or arm or anything else that came to close... She insisted on a pumpkin with a HAPPY (said in a high pitch, at the top of her lungs). So she took a sharpie to the flesh & I was in charge of translating it into a face. She was proud and she got to display it on the front porch along side Daddy's classic pumpkin face.
The pumpkins remained on the porch until we woke up on the morning of Halloween and I glanced out the window and noticed the top to her pumpkin laying by itself. Some little bastards had stolen our pumpkins and smashed them on the sidewalk outside our house. I was PISSED!! Chris set a sign on our front yard warning if he ever caught the person that ruined his 2 year-old's Halloween their mother would cry if she saw what he would to them (I'm ad libbing)... Our neighbors were all victims of the pumpkin heist, but they were sweet enough to bring over a new pumpkin for Maudie to carve. Daddy had it all gutted out and ready to go when she woke up from her nap and we broke the bad news.
We removed the sign before Trick or Treating began so that we didn't scare any small children. That night, while in a piss-ass mood, Chris handed carrots and parsnips to tween kids that didn't put an effort into their costume. Then after we ran out of candy and Trick or Treating was over, he stayed awake waiting for the bandits to reappear. He thought he'd catch them this night because the dogs bark at every noise outside (they had the night before but we ignored it). That along with his liquid courage, he'd catch the little bastards and make their mother's come to see what a dissapointment their kids are to society.
Around midnight, I looked out the window again and our pumpink was gone again! The dogs never barked so we didn't catch them in the act. It wasn't until the next morning that I had the brilliant idea of setting up the video monitor with the night vision. Those kids are toast next year. Bright side is we wont have a rotten pumpkin on our porch until after Christmas this year. Bad side is we'll probably get our house egged.
Oh, I remember the third thing. He bit my nipple.
Goodnight, Everyone!
2. We started rice cereal because he was grabbing for everything to shove in his mouth especially when we were eating. This isn't going to well. I don't know if it's associated with the rice cereal, or just bad timing but he's been crabby and inconsolable on nights we tried cereal. After 3 sleepless nights and a call to the ped's office, I decided to ease into it slowly and wash it down with prune juice to keep his guts rolling.
3. There was something else but I'm too tired and don't remember. It'll come to me... damnit I'm a bad mother. I need to get more sleep.
In the mean time here are some photos from the last few weeks.
We carved pumpkins the Thurs night before Halloween. Maudie didn't puke into her pumpkin like last year, only because she was smart enough to refuse touching it with her fingers, or arm or anything else that came to close... She insisted on a pumpkin with a HAPPY (said in a high pitch, at the top of her lungs). So she took a sharpie to the flesh & I was in charge of translating it into a face. She was proud and she got to display it on the front porch along side Daddy's classic pumpkin face.
The pumpkins remained on the porch until we woke up on the morning of Halloween and I glanced out the window and noticed the top to her pumpkin laying by itself. Some little bastards had stolen our pumpkins and smashed them on the sidewalk outside our house. I was PISSED!! Chris set a sign on our front yard warning if he ever caught the person that ruined his 2 year-old's Halloween their mother would cry if she saw what he would to them (I'm ad libbing)... Our neighbors were all victims of the pumpkin heist, but they were sweet enough to bring over a new pumpkin for Maudie to carve. Daddy had it all gutted out and ready to go when she woke up from her nap and we broke the bad news.
We removed the sign before Trick or Treating began so that we didn't scare any small children. That night, while in a piss-ass mood, Chris handed carrots and parsnips to tween kids that didn't put an effort into their costume. Then after we ran out of candy and Trick or Treating was over, he stayed awake waiting for the bandits to reappear. He thought he'd catch them this night because the dogs bark at every noise outside (they had the night before but we ignored it). That along with his liquid courage, he'd catch the little bastards and make their mother's come to see what a dissapointment their kids are to society.
Around midnight, I looked out the window again and our pumpink was gone again! The dogs never barked so we didn't catch them in the act. It wasn't until the next morning that I had the brilliant idea of setting up the video monitor with the night vision. Those kids are toast next year. Bright side is we wont have a rotten pumpkin on our porch until after Christmas this year. Bad side is we'll probably get our house egged.
Oh, I remember the third thing. He bit my nipple.Goodnight, Everyone!
