Thursday, July 30, 2009

No time no time no time!

I am so envious of all the blogs I read, whose authors seem to be able to find the time to post daily or even weekly!

This summer has been so busy, the days flashing by us like minnows in a stream. Our nights and weekends are taken up with soaking up as much Boy time as we can, before Monday morning comes and it's back to work and the sitter's house. The Boy is doing well at the sitter's; Mondays are always a little rough, but I can hear him stop crying as soon as I'm out of sight.

We've had such a wonderful summer so far, despite weather that seriously made me think my car was going to float away on several occasions. We've gone to museums, zoos, parks, playgrounds, and the county fair. We had a visit from Grandma and Grandpa. The Boy has learned how to run, say "tuck" and "tanks" and how to point, eat people food, and climb. He is an amazing little Dude and we constantly marvel at him.

Seriously, how do other people find time to post so frequently? Between catching up on movies through Netflix, work, Boy time, errands, and Family Fun (notice I didn't mention cleaning. I loathe cleaning and do it only when necessary/my mother is coming into town) there is no time left over...

Life is grand.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


He hugs. He flirts. He shares whatever piece of food he currently has mashed up in his hand. He brings a book to you and plops down on your lap to flip the pages faster than you could ever read them. He hands you a toy, a wet washcloth, a crumb off the floor, a rock, a bug, a handful of sand.

He stomps up and down in a tantrum. He marches in place and waves his arms to dance. He has dimples in his cheeks and at the base of his fingers. He smiles and the world smiles. He says, "hi kitty" and "dada" and "mama" and "bbbrrrrrrmmmmm" (truck noise). He chatters in his own language.

He is learning to run, and often falls down. His armpits are ticklish. He loves plums and yogurt melts and chicken and corn. He loves trucks and bugs and sand and splashing.

He's the world to me. His strawberry blond hair, his blue eyes, his chubby knees and tushy butt and niblet toes. He, and his father who assisted in his making, are my world. My family. My guys.

I am seriously the luckiest.

Friday, July 17, 2009


The Boy walks around the house, saying,
"Nine nine nine nine nine."

I mean, he's German (nein?) and all. But come on.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Contents of My Purse

Because I have been struck down with the virus of DEEAATTTHHHH that the Boy had last week, have no energy to think up something original, and feel guilty about not having posted in a while. Despite the fact that I think no one reads this but me.

1) Burt's Bees (3 tubes)
2) Contact rewetting solution
3) Work ID
4) One binky
5) Travel size tube of baby sunscreen
6) Vera Bradley wallet- from the pre-baby days when I could "afford" VB
7) Index card with our insurance policy number on it
8) Coupon for organic milk
9) Orbit citrusmint gum
10) Nail file, with pictures of jalepenos on it (on a stick??)
11) Cell phone
12) Hairbrush
13) AND comb
14) One pen. Which I can never find when I need it.