Too cute for words

Just couldn't resist... The cutest thing ever. To date anyway.

N buffs up

It's been getting chilly in the Big D lately, and we weren't entirely prepared. We didn't have an appropriate hat for N - so he borrowed one of E's for a while.
Needless to say, it was a tad on the large size.

We purchased him a hat of his own, which I totally think is way cuter. Maybe overkill, given it's whole deerstalker ear flap formation, but I couldn't pass up the super cute pompom on the top. I think he's annoyed with the whole thing, but he's learning to love it.

Finally, he's been training for all the running he plans on doing soon in his jumparoo. He LOVES the jumparoo. Who knew? The best part of the video is the last five seconds or so. He REALLY gets into it.

Rolling prowess

Here's proof that N can go from his back to his belly and then from his belly to his back all on his own. It takes a bit because he kept flirting with the camera and not focusing on what he was doing. He does it though - good work N!

Dear BOA

Dear Bank of America,

When a retailer reports that they've had hundreds of credit card numbers stolen and that mine is among them, I appreciate your proactive measures to prevent it's misuse. Specifically preventing anyone else from using it. But not EVERYONE from using it. Namely me. I need to use it.

Or at the very least tell me you're cancelling it and that my new cards are on the way. Don't let me go to the SuperTarget with my napping baby to buy groceries/diapers/toliet paper for the first time in four weeks, spend an hour wandering around picking up everything we need (and a good amount we don't need) and then trying to use my card (which you have thoughtfully cancelled for me) and having it be declined. Should SuperTarget hold on to all of my things? I have no idea why you won't let me use my card, BOA. I leave, without any of the numerous things I need (and don't need). And now my baby is awake too. How I am supposed to go back and get all of those things now, BOA?

I appreciate your fruad department making me wait 30 minutes to talk to them (32 minutes, to be exact, according to my cell phone) before you tell me how helpful you've been. But honestly, couldn't you have called? Emailed? Posted it on my online statement so when I paid my card off yesterday (before I went shopping, may I point out) I could have known it was cancelled?

BOA, you've been wonderful to us most all the time. I just really was pretty embarrassed telling the Target checkout lady that, no, I didn't happen to have another card on me. I've got a diaper and some wipes, does that help? A change of clothes for a 5 month old? Maybe my driver's license? I've got a diaper bag and two cards lady! (In retrospect, this was maybe poor planning on my part, but I honestly didn't think I needed anything else.) I hope we can be friends again soon. And thanks for letting me use my card until the new ones get here. It means my baby doesn't have to go around sans diaper for the next three days. Now I just have to wait until afternoon nap time to try and venture out again. Should I go back to the same Target? At least I know where everything I want is located.

Love,
me

There's a reason...

There's a reason that God made there be two parents and one baby... This is hard work for just one parent.

Both N and I will be happy when E gets back from his "business" trip in Anaheim. Sure, business. I'm guessing he's out riding Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and Space Mountain.

Okay, he's actually out there presenting all sorts of scientific and inspirational stuff. He's brilliant and sharing that with all kinds of people. And not really going to Disneyland. But I totally would if I were out there with him. Man, it would be great to go to Disneyland, especially now that we've got a son to justify doing some of the things that are considered "just for kids".

Come home E, we miss you!

N gets a boost

N is getting more and more interactive. His five month birthday was yesterday, and in honor of that, here are some pictures of him. He's super duper handsome. Just look at those baby blues. I think they're defintely going to stay blue. I've swooned a little just now. Good thing I'm already married. Well, and we're related, so I'm pretty sure that's illegal and all. All I'm saying is he's handsome. Geez.
He's started making this new face - all the time. I don't know if his bottom lip is especially tasty or something, but he tastes it all the time. E decided to try it with him.

N loves his Exersaucer. He really likes to spin around and look at all the different toys. Check him out, playing. Okay, so he's still a little short, so we gave him a boost with a book about animals. He likes to read the book and to stand on it too. It's perfect for this purpose, but he can't wear socks while standing here. His feet just slip off, so we let him go barefoot.

If he looks shocked it's because I won't stop flashing the camera in his face. I stopped after this and we played with his toys. He really likes that one in the front where he can spin the wheels around and make noise. Noise is awesome.

N's baptism

This weekend the whole family (and some friends) came in for N's baptism. It was kind of a big production, complete with little white tuxedo and everything. It's not quite a wedding, but when you're only two feet tall and can't quite walk yet, you don't really need a dancing reception after. A party at home works just fine. Anyway, here N is getting some pointers from E on how to handle being in front of the whole church. I think he was taking it pretty seriously, understanding the whole scope of what he was taking on and all that.


Here's N getting ready to be baptized - E is doing a good job of holding him. Check out his godparents (my brother and E's sister) in the background.

Like a wedding, you do all the family pictures after. Here's me and E with N and both sets of my parents (MamaQ and Grumps and Pops and Gigi). Check out N's fantastic white tux. He was a real ladies man. The only guy getting baptized with four little ladies - he was definitely flirting with everyone, which seemed a little inappropriate given the importance of the whole event, but what can you say to a five (almost) month old?

Here we are again with E's parents (Nana and Granddad).

Here we are with the godparents...

Here's a picture with my dad, my brother, and my Grammy. Somehow my sister-in-law, N's cousin C, and my sister managed to avoid all these pictures, though I'm not entirely sure how.

After all this church-y-ness, we headed back to my house where the boys promptly went to bed and the rest of us threw a party in their honor. My dad grilled shrimp, E made fantastic potato tortes, there was more dessert than any reasonable person could handle, and everyone had fun. Then, like the good exhausted new parents we are, the whole thing wound do so that we could be in bed by 10 pm. We still can live it up, just not quite as late as we used to...

A cuckoo clock?

See me, sitting in my office, door locked, pumping breastmilk and working away. (Remember, my pump makes a pheew whump noise?) Very busy. Very efficient. Bottles balanced on my knees, crouched over the keyboard, hiding behind my locked door. Thinking this isn't all that bad, actually, because I'm getting a lot done and not getting interrupted.

*ring ring*

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A: Hello? pheew whump

Coworker: Hey! I'm at an offsite but here's some info you needed

A: Oh thanks. That's super helpful! I'm gld that you called! pheew whump

Coworker: Do you have a cuckoo clock in your office?

A: No, why? pheew whump

Coworker: Do you hear that noise? It sounds like a cuckoo clock going off. Maybe it's the connection.

A: Er, yeah, probably just the connection. pheew whump

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Pumping at work is an adventure.