Our Olivia

Raise your hand if your child reads chapter books sitting in a Bumbo.

More Miles

Our little boy is chubbing up! He likes to smile and coo and is just generally a pretty happy little guy. He gave me the gift of 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep the other day, and it was even at night, which makes him even cuter to me. He is still the most projectile baby I've ever had - no morning is complete until we both require a change of clothing.

 

Nice duck lips. He's ready for facebook!

and today at lunch...

Olivia: The good thing about reading in my head is that I never have to go to the bathroom because I'm having so much fun, even my bottom is having fun and it doesn't want to make any poop.

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Our quotable morning

Today at the playground I heard Damon say "Mmmm!" We had not brought food, so I turned around and, just as I suspected, he was downing a scrumptious clod of dirt. I had to stop him from doing it a few more times.

At lunch:
Amber: What kind of fruit do you want, Carmen?
C: I would like blueberries and grapes and strawberries.
A: We don't have any strawberries.
C: Then I'll just have cheese.

I'm sure there will be more.

RIP Stump

The week after I officially became functional again, Steven gave me a to-do list (I'm sure it was a nice role reversal for him). One item was to get rid of the stump in our back yard; it has always been there and is a pain to mow around, and I'm not sure why exactly it has taken us 5 years to take care of it. I made a 20 second phone call and someone showed up that afternoon to grind it.

As soon as he arrived, though, Carmen suddenly developed an inexplicable emotional attachment to the stump. I was surprised she even knew where the stump was. I tried telling her that the stump was excited to turn into a bunch of cute little wood chips, but she was unconvinced. The only way I was able to (sort of) console her was to snap a picture for us all to remember our beloved stump by:

(Please note that by the time Steven got home from work, she was happy and excited to show him where the stump had been.)

Sunday Best

Yes, I love dressing little boys for church.