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On Saturday (sorry for posting this again, but I love it and it's the best photo from the day I have).
On Sunday.
It’s been one crazy winter.
Right before nap today, Colton wanted me to read books to him. He seemed interested in his lift-the-flap Bible, saying “biple,” so I had him bring it to me so we could look at it together. He was the most interested he’s ever been, spending a few minutes with each page.
I was feeling like an awesome mom. Not only had I done laundry, but my baby and I were sitting together, reading his Bible! I decided to talk about one of the stories with him. So, as we looked at the Israelite being chased by the Egyptians, I asked, “God’s people were stuck, so they asked God to help them. Do you know what God did, baby?”
“Waffles,” was the astute reply.
Maybe we need to read our Bible more. Or maybe Colton believes manna tasted just like waffles.
- Sleeping until 6:20. Daylight savings threw Colton for a loop, and he’s been waking up at 5 am. Combine that with a day where he took a 45 minute nap, 6:20 feels like HEAVEN.
- Target’s Shawl Collared sweatshirt. Soooo comfy, but still cute
(and I can wear it multiple days without a wash). I want more. - Crazy 8′s kids’ clothes. I spent less than $50 last night for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for Colton, plus jeans, 2 shirts, leggings and a skirt for my friend’s two kids. Jeans are $12.99 when you buy two or more, you can save 25% on your order right now, and shipping is only $5. Plus, I’ve found the clothes hold up super well, and you can’t beat $2.99 shirts.
- This photo from our recent shoot with Caroline. I don’t think there’s one thing about this photo I don’t love.
Dear Stomach Bug,
Please leave my family alone. Five days with a baby who’s in too much pain to eat, two days with a baby of a sick husband followed by a day with an out of commission mom are not fun. Since it’s been two years since I last saw you, could you please stay away for at least that long again? Thanks.
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Dear Dean, Kroger Bagger,
When I bring my own bags, all nicely folded and stored in one bag, please take out one bag at a time, as needed. Please do not dump all the bags out to use the one bag they were all in. If you do decide this is necessary, please put the bags you don’t use back inside another bag. Do not dump them all over my cart. Thanks!
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Dear Colton,
Please gain weight. But do you have to wake up screaming bloody murder at 1 am to do it? Your poor Dad has had to get up to feed you two nights in a row (thanks stomach bug!), and it’s getting a little old. Also, do not feed your puffs to the dog. Love you!
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Dear Romantic Comedies,
Most of you may be brainless, but there is nothing like you when it comes to cheering me up while I’m convalescing. The best part about you is if I happen to fall asleep, I can always follow the story line whenever I wake up. Thank you, RomComs, for always being there for me.
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Dear Ball Popper,
You scare my son. Why did I buy you thinking you’d be fun?
I’m a fan of Josh Groban, going on eight years now. He’s one of the only artist’s whose music I liked in college and still like now (especially when I need time to mellow out). Anywho, I “liked” him on Facebook about a month back, figuring that would be the best way to keep up with when he had an album out and whatnot. Over that month, I’ve enjoyed some of the off-the wall things that were posted. But yesterday, well, yesterday’s posting ensured I would be a fun for a very, very long time.
Does it get any better than that?
As part of his job (the “if I tell you, then I’ll have to kill you part), Hubby gets to spend most of his working hours in windowless, concrete room where he can’t have a cell phone or MP3 player, and where the radio only picks up 2 stations. So, he spends a lot of time listening to radio commercials.
After work one day, he was telling me about a commercial he heard repeatedly for Hoodie-Footie pajamas. These are, essentially baby pajamas with hoods for adults. (No wait! I just saw that they make them for the whole family! Everyone can wear matching footie pajamas!) He told me he had heard that they made a “sleek and sexy” version, and was interested in how one could make footie pajamas sexy. I said something to the tune of, “oh, well Colton’s pajamas look comfy. If I had footie pajamas then my feet would be warm at night!”
Apparently, the husband thought that meant I wanted a pair of Hoodie-Footie pajamas. And recruited Colton to help him pick out the perfect pair for me. He was seriously suprised when I told him, “no, I really don’t want a pair.”
Except these penguin ones look super cozy…
I kid, sort of. Yes, I would consider wearing these. No, I wouldn’t pay $100 for them. I would look completely, totally, and utterly ridiculous, but I would wear them and be warm. Do you think I’ve lost my marbles? Would you wear something like this? Would your husband ever seriously think this would be a great gift for you?
Remember by possessed microwave? The one that caused my pregnancy hormones to run amuck?
It recently had its last hurrah.
We have some friends who have two children, the youngest of whom was born a mere 6 days after Colton. Sadly, they live about an hour from us, but as they go to our church, we do see them about once a week.
A few Sundays ago, we were talking after the service. Our conversation carried us from the worship center, to the children’s building (even though their children attend worship with them), and into the parking lot. We were practically the only two cars in the lot, and since my friend mentioned they were going to Kroger to get some things to eat in the car on the way home, I suggested they just come to our house for leftovers.
We had chips and salsa chicken and salad, enough for four adults and one toddler. Perfect right?
That’s what I thought until Hubby, who was in charge of heating things up, said the microwave wouldn’t work. Thinking it was merely possessed I asked if he had unplugged it. “There’s no point. It, like, won’t turn on or anything.” And then he said something about electrical connections or something I didn’t understand.
What I did understand was that we needed a new microwave.
So, off we went to Target, armed with gift cards we received as gifts for Colton, to get a new microwave. I am now the proud owner of a stainless steel Emerson microwave that can hold our large dinner plates.
And has (yet) to be possessed.
Life has been keeping us busy lately!
I started a Bible Study a few weeks ago, and that really keeps me busy during naptime! The study is of Acts, and is pretty in depth (we’re in our third week, and still in Chapter 2). I’m a fan because most of what we do is interpret the scriptures for ourselves, so we focus on what God says to us. Its neat to hear how other women interpret the same passages and what God says to them. Colton goes to the nursery, which is great, but he falls asleep before I drop him off, and falls back asleep on the way home, so I really don’t see him from 8:30 until 2:30. I miss him!
The church down the street from us had a rummage sale last Friday and Saturday. I went and checked it out Saturday afternoon when everything was half-off. There were slim pickings, but I picked up a milk glass vase and three wooden frames, all with mats, for a total of two bucks. I’m painting the frames white and plan to use them on my family/Colton wall in the living room.
This past Thursday, Colton and I went to a local paint your own pottery place. They do free 4 x 4 tiles for children under one when you purchase another piece. I painted an ABC plate and did Colton’s footprints on his tile. Years ago, at least 10, I saw on TV a woman who’s children had painted a tile for her each year. When she built a house, she used the tiles in her laundry room. I love it, have remembered it, and have always wanted to do that! Thursday, my dream has finally started to take shape!
Also notable on our pottery painting trip, is that it was the site of Colton’s most major meltdown to date. worse even than the dreaded shots.
I took Colton for some photos today, and I think it will turn out well. We did the “standard, classic” shoot, but what baby doesn’t look cute with their head peeping out of a blanket?
Soon, we’ll be gearing up for Colton’s first trip to visit his SC family, and I’m trying to figure out how to bring enough for him but not bring the kitchen sink. It is not easy. Any tips?
I’m working on writing something for an e-mail blast for my dad. Its been a good while since I’ve legitimately wrote something, as in not blogging, so it good get dicey. Especially with limited time. But, at least for one of the mini-articles (there are three), I think I know where I’m going. In the words of Tim Gun, “make it work.”
Colton is enduring countless rolling sessions so he can learn to roll over. It has yet to pay off.
I made lasagna in the crockpot. It has revolutionized my life.
…has returned.
This means:
a. I won’t be having kids that are less than a year apart (DARN!)
b. It’s good I got some pads from the giant yard sale (more on this later today when I finally finish taking pictures of the goods!).
The eleven months, they were good while they lasted.
