Disclaimer: I don't get pictures from my other sister because her texting plan is pretty much non-existent, so all I've got are my child and my other sister's. That said, here comes the cuteness!
I hope she doesn't mind...
This is my favorite niece, Leo. Yes, this is what I call her here in the Hundred Acre Wood. Isn't she just beautiful?!
She comes from a place that's not always warm, so she bundles up all cute and snuggly in her pretty blanket and adorable ear hat. I can't handle babies with ear hats/hoods. They're too cute, and I'm inclined to squeal when I see them.
Squee!
And then we have mine. He's getting "helpful" in his old age.
He eventually got a grip on that little plate there and proceeded to "clean" it via teething.
We'd spent most of the weekend canning tomatoes and making salsa (oh yeah!), and he hates being left out, so we decided he could join us in the kitchen.
Ah, the fruits of our labors. This is only a few of the jars. And believe me, the salsa (not pictured here) is delicious! There was a lot of taste testing because my dear SIL and I don't care as much for the recipe my dear MIL uses. So we tweaked it.
Stay tuned for fun fall pictures of the little guy!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
A Dear John Letter
Dear Teething,
You know, I'm still not sure how to define this relationship, but I want to be honest with you. I've never liked you.
Sure, you're bringing some good things into my life, but your methods stink.
My beautiful angel son will eventually be able to eat solid foods all on his own, but in the meantime, this accurately defines my feelings toward you:
I'm even ADD like him, thanks to the rough nights you put my beautiful angel son and I through. Jerk.
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda are a jerk, Teething.
Why don't you go take your cranky, no-sleepy, bitey influence elsewhere?
Jerk.
You know, I'm still not sure how to define this relationship, but I want to be honest with you. I've never liked you.
Sure, you're bringing some good things into my life, but your methods stink.
My beautiful angel son will eventually be able to eat solid foods all on his own, but in the meantime, this accurately defines my feelings toward you:
I'm even ADD like him, thanks to the rough nights you put my beautiful angel son and I through. Jerk.
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you kinda are a jerk, Teething.
Why don't you go take your cranky, no-sleepy, bitey influence elsewhere?
Jerk.
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