Michigan Backyard Summer

Since I have been HORRIBLE about posting photos or videos, I wanted to add this... We now have new furniture under the patio.

feat

Connor uses this term all the time, "feat", but he really means "defeat". It is so stinkin' cute.

"Batman sure has a lot of guys to feat."

He uses it correctly, the word itself is just a little off. :)

random

It has been far too long since I posted....anything...

Today is just one of those days.

I made a bunch of different food for Declan yesterday in the mini food processor now that he is tolerating textures. :) He ate a TON right before bed. Everything had lots of rice cereal in it so I thought he would sleep really well.

He did for a while.

At 4:00 he got up to nurse. No problem.

I immediately noticed that he was super congested and phlegm-y. :(

As I was taking him back to his bed...puke. All over me.

Oh, and I almost forgot...back up a few hours...

I'm reading both boys a story in Connor's bed. Connor insists that he is NOT tired and doesn't want to go to bed even though he had a full day playing with friends and then at VBS with Ryder at night.

He proceeds to get giant crocodile tears in his eyes. "Jammies needs his clothes on, Mom...he is so sad because he doesn't have his clothes."

Jammies is one of his many "pets" a.k.a. stuffed animals. This one was from Build-a-Bear and we got it a Cars shirt. He has taken it with him to the Y for naptime for about 2 years. Then Lucy borrowed it because she needed a plain brown bear for her dance recital. Anyway, I'm sorry but I thought it was hilarious that he found this worthy of tears. Yeah right he wasn't tired. Of course this is after he had a VERY serious conversation with Brian about the fact that he does NOT want to be funny. He does not want anyone to laugh at him. Try explaining humor to a 4.5 year old...

Ok, back to Declan.

He goes back to sleep. Wakes up at 8:00. Nurses. 8:30, poops.....lots of fiber yesterday...it was a doozy.

I'm changing him and put his jammies back on him. 10 seconds later....puke. Again, all over me. Why do I even bother wearing clean clothes?

I change his clothes into a onesie. Now that he is crawling EVERYWHERE I don't like his knees to get carpet burn and all red so he is currently wearing a pair of my socks pulled all the way up to his thighs.

I just tried to feed him breakfast. He was WAY more interested in smashing the blueberries between his fingers than actually eating them. Now many are smashed into the fabric of his high chair.

I also have 2 custom designs that I have to do TODAY and a slew of template designs that need proofs to go out.

It is just going to be one of those days. :)