I’m Thankful For….

These two. Adventures in oatmeal at breakfast this morning.


And this one. He’s snoozed through every photo opportunity so far today, so this is a shot from his well baby visit last week. Somehow we have a 16lb, 4 oz not-even-5-month old who is almost as tall as his brother.

What I’m Loving Right Now

After spending the last five days holed up in my house with a sick toddler and a baby who believes that standing is the only acceptable posture, I need to focus on the positive. Before I get to all the rainbows though, I have to tell you that croup is an illness created by the devil. So far, Monkey is entirely healthy which is both improbable and fabulous. Yogi however sounds like an angry sea-lion, which we should know because we spent lots of time at Fisherman’s Wharf while we were in San Francisco.

Enough of that.

Here are a few things that I’m loving right now. I’m thinking about making this a regular thing on the blog and you should consider doing the same if you’re a blogger. It feels good to focus attention on what makes you happy and it’s fun to find out what your friends are into. So, here goes….

  • This blog. Oh She Glows has everything I look for in a blog. It’s well-written, informative and lovely. If you have any interest in vegan fare, you should put this one in your Reader.
  • Tickling Monkey and hearing his delicious, rumbly belly laughter.
  • The Enneagram. I picked up a book on this about a year ago and in an attempt to improve aspects of my irritating 2ness (2 is my type) I’ve been looking through it lately. This is an interesting personality model because it explores both functional and dysfunctional aspects of how you approach the world. Interested? Here’s a site that will give you a flavor.
  • Pumpkin spice coffee.
  • Fun with play dough. Yogi got some for his birthday (thanks T!) and it has been a tremendous hit. He loves to press it in to muffin tins and pretend he’s making ice cream cones. You can find a super easy recipe and fun ideas for imaginative play here.
  • Yogi’s recent interest in wearing only footy pajamas. When it’s that time of night he actually asks for “pajamas with shoes”. Love that.
  • Eating on the back porch. It’s cool and breezy and makes mealtime pleasant. Yogi is much less interested in throwing his food when he’s outside and that makes for two happy Mommies.
  • Long showers with Yogi. The one upside of croup is that it provides the perfect excuse for warm showers with your Snugglebunny.
  • This picture. Another Mom snapped this one at a play date and I was so glad she shared it. We don’t have many in the moment kind of pictures of the two of us and this makes me want more.



Right Now: The Farm Edition



  • Yogi sat on a horse for the first time and as you can tell, he was pumped.
  • We took a spur of the moment trip to Muzzie and Grandpa’s house and Yogi spent three whole days at what he calls, Muzzie’s Farm. He helped wash and feed the horses, clean the barn and chase the cat.
  • After actually forgetting our wedding anniversary until we received a card in the mail from my Mother (oh my! that can’t be good) we enjoyed a lovely weekend in the mountains and it felt quite celebratory.
  • How did we FORGET our anniversary?! Both of us?! The parenting life is an all-consuming one, but I don’t feel that disconnected from my marriage. Oh well, at least our friends and family remembered.
  • Yogi can still wear the 12-18 mo jeans he was wearing last winter. In fact, they are now a better fit as they no longer have to be cuffed.
  • Yesterday 4 mo old Monkey wore the bear pants that Yogi was wearing when he was 9 months old.
  • I’m struggling to get back on the regular exercise wagon. I’m shooting for 20-30 minutes four times a week.This has been one of the bigger challenges of having two kids. It wasn’t easy with one, but at least I could get something done while he napped. Currently I can’t seem to get both boys asleep at the same time during daylight hours. Long stroller walks are also out because Yogi will only deal with the stroller for short periods of time. Cross your fingers for me.
  • Last week we pulled out the fall clothes. We’ve got long sleeves and pants lining the closets and it looks fabulous to me.
  • A few days ago we discovered that Monkey is VERY ticklish. My wife was rubbing a little lotion around his collarbone and he began the most wonderful belly laughing.
  • I’m searching for the perfect smoothie recipe involving pumpkin. Any recommendations?


Suddenly Yogi has discovered toys!  This one is his favorite and was a Christmas present from Nana and Pops.  We call it “the atom” and I think it’s a winner primarily because you can’t help but grasp it if your hand is anywhere close.  That little red square is also a rattle.  Very cool.

Yogi on the Move

This picture was taken during a nap over the holidays.  We were at my parents’ house and had settled him on their bed in a kind of pillow fort so that we could hear him when he woke up.  We walked into the room to find what you see above.   There are two things that stand out in this picture for me.  One is that Yogi is on his stomach, after being put to sleep on his back.  This was the first time we had seen him roll from back to front without help.  The second thing is that he’s not swaddled.  We started the unswaddling process by forgoing the swaddle during naps.  In just over a week, Yogi is totally on the move.  Here’s how much things have changed:

  • No more swaddle!  He’s sleeping in a sleep sac at night for warmth,  but he’s totally free.  Well, except for the fact that he’s caged in a crib.  My wife was the prime mover on this one and she was right.  If it were up to me only, he would probably still be swaddled at night, but he’s doing great without it.
  • He is ALL OVER the crib.  His favorite move is the 360 spin.
  • He now faces forward in the Bjorn.  This was yet another move initiated by my wife and Yogi loves to be able to look around more easily on walks.  This has been (by far) the most emotional change for me.  When I saw his little self sitting up in that Bjorn like a big boy, I burst into tears.  It is all just going so fast.  Isn’t he still the baby that looked so impossibly tiny in that thing?  I thought he was, but it turns out I was wrong.

What is this Christmas that Everyone is Talking About?

A jolly kind of confusion marked Yogi’s first Christmas.  We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning at my parents house with my aunt, uncle and two year old cousin.  Neither of the little people were entirely sure about what was going on, but when presents starting heading in her direction, my cousin got into the swing of things pretty quickly.  Yogi was another matter.  He enjoyed watching Mackenzie run around the tree tossing paper in the air, but before we had made it to breakfast he was snoozing.

My wife and I loved it, every bit of it.  The holidays are actually fun again and I’m already looking forward to next year.

Mommy Brain?

I think we might both be losing our minds.  Yesterday we had our first big crossing-state-lines adventure sans Yogi and although we lived to tell about it, the whole things smacks of a serious loss of brain cells.  Here’s the story.

Last night my cousin got married.  This was a wedding that we definitely wanted to attend, but with travel falling on every other weekend during the month of December, we decided to give the boy a break and leave him at home with my wife’s parents who drove in from still another state to help us out.  In light of the fact that we were leaving Yogi at home, we wanted to make the trip as quick as possible.  Our “as quick as possible” plan looked like this:

  • Leave home around noon on Saturday
  • Drive to the 6 o clock wedding, changing clothes in the hotel room my parents had gotten before hand
  • Attend wedding
  • Attend reception
  • Visit with family and eat cake
  • Drive back home in order to make Yogi’s usual 3 o clock feeding

We encountered our first hurdle between steps #1 and #2 when I called my Mom to let her know that we would be arriving early.  Go us! The call went something like this:

Me: “Hi Mom, we’re about 30 minutes outside of CITY NAME.  Are you guys at the hotel?”

Mom: “You’re where?”

Me:We’re getting close to CITY NAME”

Mom: “Oh my word honey, the wedding is in CITY NAME 90 MILES SOUTH!”

I have no excuse for this.  I don’t know what happened.  I do know that when I got the invitation, I decided to put it directly in the recycling bc I knew I wasn’t going to do anything further with it.  In spite of the fact that this cousin lives in our city and we have seen her on a number of occasions during the last few months and discussed this wedding with her at some length, we both got the location all wrong.  I have no idea.  None.

By the time we get our bearings and start heading in the right direction we have just enough time.  Just enough time means speeding and no time for changing clothes.  Or at least no time for changing clothes anywhere but in the car.  So, in the passenger seat I manage to do the following:

  • Apply full make-up
  • Remove jeans, t-shirt, bra and socks
  • Put on strapless bra and wrangle my way into spanx (lovely)
  • Slide on dress and manage zipper
  • Shove my feet into heels

Once I am dressed, we pull the car over to the side of the road where I get behind the wheel and my wife gets changed into pants and a button-down shirt (this detail will be important later).  We drive into the church parking lot at 5:57.  Shezam!

Then there was the wedding.  This is getting long, so just the highlights:

  • The first reading was the Genesis Adam and Eve story.  Love that.
  • The sermon included five separate references to marriage as a covenant between a man and a woman.  Love that even more.
  • The crux of the sermon was that something unexpected would happen when you put Christ at the center of your marriage. The minister spoke of this unexpectedness in a way that I’m sure he intended to sound like it would be a good thing, but instead sounded vaguely unsettling.  Maybe that was just me.

The reception was 30 miles from the church (30 miles in the away from home direction) at the local Elk’s Lodge so my wife decided to pump while I drove.  While I drove my parents called no less than three times to make sure we were still behind them.  Love that too.  Between the ceremony debrief, the pump management and the phone ringing we were ready to get out of the car for the reception.  Apparently my wife was a little TOO ready.

This became obvious when we walked into the reception, greeted the bride and groom with hugs and were met with frank shock.  Somehow my totally together wife walked into the Elk’s lodge with her shirt unbuttoned to the waist.  Because of her coat, no one had noticed on the walk in, but once inside it was pretty hard to miss.  She recovered pretty quickly, but man that was a surprise.

The rest of the reception was pretty tame by comparison, but I never did get comfortable with the huge looming elks mounted in every room.  Kind of a strange setting for a celebration if you ask me, but nobody did.  Keeping in step with the Deep South-ness of the whole thing, there was tons of food, lots of liquor and Budweiser and more discussion of hunting season than seemed reasonable for a wedding reception.  The minister sat at the table next to ours and I kept wanting to ask if his frequent references to “Christian” marriage throughout the ceremony was a new qualifier added in since the gays have been trying so hard to get into the game or if it’s always been that way.  I honestly wanted to know this, but I couldn’t think of a way to ask.

Although I had arrived at the reception with my own Glad-ware (when in Rome, right?) for one very specific reason, we didn’t make it to the cake cutting.  My wife’s mother loves wedding cake and we thought it would be fun to bring some back to her, but the clock was ticking and we had to get back on the road.

The trip home was relatively uneventful.  The final surprise nudity moment of the night came in a gas station where we were once again changing clothes  and due to my considerable public bathroom phobia, I had suggested that we change in the open space so that we could avoid the “jammed up with a toilet in a tiny stall” clothes changing experience.  I knew it was a risk, but it was late and I didn’t really care.  I also thought we had gotten pretty good at changing clothes quickly.  I’m sure you’ve guessed that we weren’t quite fast enough and we managed to surprise some poor soul in the middle of nowhere Mississippi who just needed to use the bathroom and who ultimately decided that it just wasn’t worth it.

Six hours, two cups of coffee, one Diet Mountain Dew and lots of music later, we were home.  Yogi had just finished his bottle.

Did That Really Just Happen?

Thursday night was a milestone night.  Yogi went down at 7:30 and slept like a champ until 5:00.  I think that counts as sleeping through the night, yes?  Last night he woke up at his more traditional 3:30, but we’ve taken a step.  Hooray for little milestones!