Friday, June 26, 2009

Digging for Gold

Alexander was pleased to discover that the circumference of his finger was equal to the circumference of his nostril. I'm pretty sure he only has his finger in his nose for the purposes of scientific exploration. We are anticipating a publication in a peer-reviewed boogerology journal sometime this fall.


Please don't try this at home.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

There are some holes in the story…

Alexander loves his lift-and-look books. He just doesn’t always know his own strength.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Mein Kleinkind

Alexander has been walking all over with the help of his German-engineered Haba walker.

First the sham-wow, and now the Germans give us this? What a country.

Baby 1; Boogers 0

Thanks for putting ribbons on the back of your cars. Alexander has fought a courageous battle with the boogers, and he won thanks (in large part) to those Booger Awareness Ribbons. Here is actual footage of him laughing bravely, despite his snotty circumstances...

(We'll reminisce about this one day. "Remember that one time when you were putting the lid back on the baby food jar and it totally made a "putt-putt-putt" sound? That was awesome.")

So Kleenex use is down 85%. Giggles are up 45%. Drool output remains unchanged. Life is good.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Enjoy this Blog While Wearing Protective Goggles and Face Mask

He went to bed sounding like Garrison Keillor… woke up sounding like Darth Vader. (He’s got respiratory congestion that is worse in the morning, is what I’m saying.) I wonder if this is swine flu… or raccoon ringworn… or turtle tonsillitis… or cow congestion… or human hysteria. All I know is we’ve gone through more Kleenex before 9 am than most people use all year.

Cow and Bear have been showing concern by meowing at me, as if to say “You’re his mother, DO something.” No… no, wait. I know that meow. They are saying “Stop anthropomorphizing us and clean our litter box.”

A memo to everyone in this house: bring your need level down a notch, OK? Can’t you see I have a blog I am trying to update?


Save the drama for your mama. Oh…right.

Gotta go.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Motherhood: A Celebration of Mucous

Alexander has a bit of a cold. It’s hard to tell where he got it from… was it the mouthfuls of dog flavored grass at the park? Was it the ancient escaped cheerio he found under his changing pad? Was it licking the chairs at the bowling alley? Yeah… that’s probably the one.

Time to charge up the booger vacuum.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Two Words: Par. Tay.

Last weekend we celebrated Harrison’s 5th birthday!! He’ll be 5 this Sunday, which seems impossible. Didn’t we skip a few years in there? I think my calendar is broken. Sometimes I still think of him as that adorable little baby that looks like a Campbell’s soup kid (round cheeks, curly hair). He’s still adorable, of course… just taller and wiser.

Alexander had a great time at the party.

He even made a new friend. He liked her from the moment her saw her.

He tried to win her over by reading poetry. Nothing woos a girl’s heart like Millie Moo.

Finally, it was time to go in for the smooch.


Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Same Day, Different Bib

When experiencing symptoms of MTS (Missing Tim Syndrome), apply baby laughter to affected area.

Ahhh... I feel better. But I still miss Tim.

(By the way, do you notice most of my pictures and videos are when he's in the high chair? I swear, I am not feeding him 24/7. It's just one of the rare times that I have both hands available to take pictures.)

Breakfast with Simulated Father

Tim even out parents me when he's two dimensional. Here's more one-sided conversation...