Owen has just started walking like he means it - bending his knees and choosing it over crawling and everything, although he does still look like a zombie on the hunt for fresh brains. That plus the simultaneous arrival of all four eyeteeth (and you think four molars are bad, try four eyeteeth) have conspired to make him even more of a little mama's boy than usual, such that tucking him gently into his crib for a much needed nap just ain't going to happen. Yesterday I spent an hour trying to get him down, finally gave up and threw him in the Ergo so I could make muffins with Mia, and later noticed he had stopped yanking out hanks of my hair and chewing on my shoulder blades. Boy was zonked.
Damn that mirror is dirty. Someone really ought to get on that. All was well, until he decided to go for the gusto.
Looks comfy, doesn't it.
Oh, my face? You noticed that was missing? You don't need to see it anyway. My husband posts plenty of unflattering pictures of me (let's just stick with the idea that they are unflattering rather than realistic, shall we?) and then someone was recently surprised to see a picture of me looking halfway decent and basically told me I usually look like hell. And I'm nothing if not overly sensitive to criticism, so there you have it.
Speaking of muffins (we were, I swear, read back), when I was childless I always sort of fantasized about being the kind of person who could notice that the bananas were getting mushy and just whip up a batch of muffins to use them up. But invariably, I didn't have eggs or flour or the time to whip up anything. And now, I am that person. Old bananas? Muffins! A freezer full of homemade pureed peaches that I made when Owen was having the sort of issues that peaches have been known to address and which he never ate any of because then he started living on grapes and raisins and the problem solved itself? Muffins! The only hitch now is that nobody in this house eats muffins. Anybody want some muffins?
And finally, one more entry in the How I Torture My Children Files, Owen vs. the Easter Bunny, Round 2.