The other day my little weirdo pulled his Busy Ball Popper into the corner of his closet for a more “cozier” play.
Then this morning he and puppy spent some more cozy time in the laundry basket:
And then later today they got cozy in what I call his ‘boat’ but what is really just the stepping stool turned upside down.
He and puppy sat in the boat for quite a while. Gosh, I love this little goofball.
I went into my closet today to get dressed and found this:
He had emptied out a box and climbed in.
He loves sitting in small places – nooks, crannies, etc.
My sister dressed him. Don’t worry, she has been fired and we are sending her home on the first flight out of here.
But he sure was happy in his box! (And do you see his vampire teeth in this photo?)
As soon as Babybeans started feeling better we were blessed with absolutely gorgeous weather.
We have been taking advantage of it.
We have gone to the park.
And played in the rocks.
We went swimming …
… in our laundry basket … in our back yard.
We even went to a petting zoo where we
rode a pony
(he didn’t like that very much)
and fed the goats
and patted the bunnies
(which was his favorite part).
The petting zoo was kind of … lame, according to my farm girl standards. But I guess you could say our “swimming pool” is lame too.
We had fun all the same.
Babybeans has had the barfs. Actually we all have.
It as been quite the vicious little virus.
I took Marshall to the grocery store to buy more pedialyte and grabbed Adam a bag of cereal
before heading to the checkout.
Marshall wanted to hold the cereal.
He threw a fit when we had to put it on the conveyor belt to be scanned.
The bagger lady handed the cereal back to him and he clutched onto to it like it was his best friend.
But then he handed it back to the bagger lady. She thought he was done hugging it. He thought he was kindly letting her get a hug in before she handed it back to him. It ended up in a grocery sack in the back of the cart.
Another fit ensued.
I gave in and let it ride on the seat next to him the whole way home.
When we got home he ate a bowl full of dry cereal.
At least he was finally eating, right?
“It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful. Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius. Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, ‘Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!’”
xoxoxoxoxox
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Eve:
Our celebration started on Christmas Eve where we spent the day making spiced sugar cookies with eggnog frosting. Then we had a fabulous seafood feast, courtesy of Mom and Dad Green, comprised of jumbo crab legs, shrimp and asparagus. It was my sister’s first time eating crab legs, and she dipped most of her meat in her shrimp cocktail sauce instead of her butter, but we can’t fault our first timer for that. Marshall ate a little, but he didn’t really care for it. Maybe next year.
After dinner Marshall got a bath while Tess and I cleaned up (so if you see any pictures of Marshall in just his diaper, those are post-bath, pre-jammies). Then we opened our matching Christmas pajamas, courtesy of Mom and Dad Hansen, and had just started reading Luke 2 when Marshall decided to have a meltdown. The Christmas Eve dinner had taken way to long and the poor boy was exhausted. So, Adam read Luke 2 has loudly and quickly as he could, skipping over a few of the less-important parts, then we read “Twas the Night Before Christmas” and put our darling baby to bed.
We ended the night by watching “A Christmas Story”.
What a great day!
Christmas Day:
When Marshall left his room, he immediately made a beeline for his toys and started to play with the unwrapped presents from Santa.
He as also made a point to play with every single one of his toys. Christmas was a success!
We visited Santa last night.
He was a really sweet man, and he played with Marshall while we were waiting our turn so that when the time came to take the picture he would be comfortable rather than screaming like the kid before him. Of course, he wasn’t comfortable enough to smile until after the photo session was over. Oh well, at least he got to meet the Big Guy.
gah. couldn’t get that one to rotate.
I think my baby is a vampire.
After 14 months my baby has finally gotten his first tooth. And it is not on the bottom (the most common place to get a first tooth) nor is it in the middle … but on the side where we think the canine teeth should go. And he hated that we tried to get a picture of it.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised … I have been wondering for a while now if his father is a vampire. I mean, the man is extremely pale, avoids sunlight, and has a fondness for very rare steaks.
On the plus side, I guess we won’t be needing to get those baby dentures after all. Marshall has teeth!
Deb reminded me yesterday that I forgot to post the videos i took of Marshall walking … which happened a month ago. Sorry about that! This sequence has three parts:
1. When Marshall is THINKING about walking:
2. When Marshall is barely taking his first steps:
3. When Marshall is FINALLY walking:
