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It’s a good morning when you have two hours to get ready.  Oh, the things that can be done in two hours!  Let’s see.  A haircut, a shower.  Get dressed.  Eat some Cheerios while waiting for the oatmeal to cool down.  Eat the oatmeal.  Play.  Take some pictures to show and tell today’s outfit.  Upload the pics, pack the lunch bags, load the car, and hit the road…   …and all is well and it’s all smiles until the part where he gets four shots, two in each thigh.  Oh, the tears.  Oh, the betrayal.  Luckily, a 15-month old doesn’t have a very long term memory, and the smiles returned in, oh, about 45 seconds.

Today’s outfit is a onesie style white turtleneck, stretched to its limit on this long torsoed model.  He wears Genuine Kids overalls (from Target, most likely).  White socks, again from Target.  Light up shoes with The Incredibles caricatures.  Diaper, size 4, Kirkland (Costco) brand.  (Was show and tell supposed to be my outfit   Any outfit   Today’s outfit )  His is so much cuter and more interesting.  Mine is just blue jeans, also from Target, a navy blue mock turtleneck boxy cut tunic with 1/2 length sleeves from the Avenue clearance rack ($5), cotton socks and black Redback slip-on boots.

Caught red handed.  Here he is this morning, post-haircut, pre-shots, playing with his favorite thing. 

It’s a picture of his cousins.  Aren’t they gorgeous   He loves to play with this picture, for some reason.  This, and the Tiffany lamp.

I love this passionate phase in a young boy’s life.  He is fifteen months old and bursting with energy.  There are tantrums when he can’t understand why his mother won’t allow him to do, oh, dangerous things.  All he knows is that he’s not getting what he wants, so he must express his displeasure.  It’s so very dramatic.  I love it.  (To an extent.  I’m a very patient person, but I have my limits.)

There’s not as much snuggling and cuddling going on these days.  There are so many places to go, things to see.  So this is what I see of my little adventurer, most of the time.

Sometimes he takes my slippers and shoes hostage.  I find them all over the house.

My sweet little man still takes my breath away.  Literally.  I love that he has so many smiles in him.  Even after he bashes his head into my face so hard that I see stars and fear that I may lose my front teeth long before their time.  Especially when the teeth remain loose the next day, and the gums are sore and the head aches.  Even more amazing, is how it didn’t faze him a bit.  Not a peep, other than confusion as to why his mother was behaving so strangely, sobbing, reeling in pain, and all.  Not a peep, not a scratch.  How can he not be bruised or hurt with an impact of such magnitude   It escapes me. 

In addition to the bashed in face, I have a serious case of bedhead today.  Just like my beautiful Boo.  It’s so much cuter on him, though.  My beautiful Boo in blue.  He’s groggy this morning too, just like his mama.

My little crumb cruncher tends to get these bug bite looking bumps on his face now and then, and I’ve been noticing them around meal times.  I have been meaning to try and find out what could be biting him.  Last night I was getting him ready for bed and noticed a couple of these bumps on one of his legs.  I looked closer to try and determine if they were bug bites.  Maybe we have bedbugs.  I don’t know.  It was a thought.  I moved my hand and his leg was covered with red spots where my hand had been.  I gently rubbed them to see what kind of bumps they were, and they seemed to get worse, before my eyes.  I asked Mr. Gadget what he thought, if it looked like chicken pox or not.  It sort of did.  I asked if chicken pox develops so quickly.  He didn’t know, and neither did I.  I decided to check the other leg, and saw three faint bumps, so I looked closer to try and determine if they were old or new.  As I touched them, it seemed as though they got more pronounced.  I told Mr. Gadget that it seemed like he was reacting to me, so I took my hands off and waited a few minutes to see if they’d fade (they did).  Meanwhile, I tried to think of what he could be reacting to.  I used a hand lotion that day which was out of the ordinary, but had since washed my hands at least a dozen times, so I didn’t think it could be the lotion.  I’d washed and dried the bedding and put an extra fabric softener sheet in the dryer, which was out of the ordinary as well.   He was on the bedding and not breaking out everywhere, so that left me.  We had a fabulous tossed green salad for dinner, with red, yellow, and green bell peppers, radish, green onion, cucumber, tomatoes, mixed organic greens, and leafy green lettuce.  (Big boy Boo had lentils and rice and green beans.)  I was done in the sense that I’d put my dishes in the sink, but I was still snacking away at what was left in the salad bowl, using my fingers to pick up pieces of salad and munch happily away.  It’s the most plausible explanation I can find at this point.  My baby is allergic to fresh vegetables.  At least one of the mix, anyway.  Now I will have to try and isolate the culprit.

He has so many looks.  I love the blue of  his eyes.  In some photos he is absolutely gorgeous.  In others, he’s a silly little thing.  I love them all, all the funny looks he comes up with.  He’s so active now; I can hardly get him to hold still for a photo.  It’s wonderful that he has so much fun.  I’m loving it.

I’ve been busy busy busy lately.  Wanting to blog.  Not having time to blog.  That, and it’s taking me a long time to tweak my template to look the way I want.  I’m new to php, so I’m rather slow at it.  Little things can be so annoying to me, and I have a hard time just letting them be.  For instance.  I want my hundred things list to have numbers.*  Yes, I have it defined as an ordered list.  But when displayed on the About page, the numbers don’t show.  I have a style sheet, and probably something in there is overwriting my “ol” definition, but it’s not making sense to me.  It should be straightforward and for whatever reason, I’m not seeing it.  Exasperating!

Blackbird has asked to see windows this week.  I don’t have any particularly interesting windows.  If I did, I could integrate them into the corners of my home theme as well – I think Amanda Soule Mama started that one.  I might be able to find some interesting corners of my home to share eventually.  As for windows   I am remiss.  I see there is a window in the background of this picture of my Boo.  It will have to do.

My Boo is growing out of  his nickname.  He’s getting to be such a big young man, I’ll have to think of a more mature nickname.

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*update:  When I enclosed my list in a blockquote, the formatting took effect.  I chose lower case roman for my default.  Just because. 

We have a whole lot of woo around here.  Woo is a good thing.  There’s the woo woo train.  If we say, “Woo, woo,” the boy perks his ears, and starts looking for his train, crawling about with an air of keen determination.  When he finds it, he presses the part that makes the woo woo sound, and off it goes.  It’s a great toy.  His second-cousin has one, which is how we discovered it.  It has turned out to be one of his favorite toys.  The woo woo train.  It’s actually a Fisher Price Peek-a-Block Press and Go train.  It has neat lights and it drives forward, makes funny train sounds like woo woo and plays some various melodies as it moves the blocks.  Some spin and some move up and down.  Very clever toy.

 

The other woo we’re enjoying is the woo hoo in the black horse and cherry tree song by KT Tunstall.  I don’t know why, but I’m really digging this song.  It’s just one of those things that appeals to me for some reason that I can’t quite pinpoint.  It’s sort of bluesy but upbeat and fun at the same time.  I really like the woo hoos.

We get the Sunday paper and use it to fill our recycle bin. Sometimes we look at the sale inserts. Once in a while we look at headlines. I used to do the crosswords, before the boy came along. But now… …in the hands of a one-year-old…
…it is great fun! Oh, what a mess a little boy can make.
Of course, there is usually more to a scene than first meets the eye.

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It’s been that kind of a morning…

Where the head is pounding so hard that it wakes you up at 3 am and you lie as still as you can hoping you can relax enough to go back to sleep and pray that the headache will be gone when you wake up, but you finally give up and stumble downstairs to take 4 ibuprofen, yes, 800 milligrams, then lie as still as possible waiting for them to take effect, knowing it will be at least 20 minutes, all the while wondering if you should perhaps go try and throw up because possibly if might make you feel better, and you actually nearly talk yourself into trying it when you hear the baby crying and need to get him a bottle and hopefully get him to go back to sleep so that you yourself can go back to sleep and hopefully, oh hopefully, wake up without the headache.

Where, two hours later, you get up because the baby is up again, and you are blissfully happy that the headache has receded, even though you can feel it lingering and you keep on hoping that it won’t return as you try to calculate through the fog that is in your brain how many hours you will have to wait before you can subject your body to any more ibuprofen.

Where you call in sick to the office, but you have to keep the baby home all day too, because, after all, he started all of this, with the pink eye and germs he brought home from daycare, and he can’t go back for 24 hours.

Where he feels fine and wants to play and you’re miserable with aches and pains and congestion and phlegm, all on the way to a full blown sinus infection, so you barricade him into the living room with the sofa making most of the barricade and you lie down so that your body spans the rest so that he is fully enclosed and can play with a pile of toys while you try to sleep a little bit more, just a little bit more.

Where he plays with the lid to his drum and decides to bang it on your head. Oops, says his expression, but not really.

Where he thinks it is not much fun at all to be confined to a play space with his mama when there is a whole house to explore beyond her.

Where you finally think you are ready to handle some coffee and toast, because your tummy is grumbling and your head is starting to pound again, but you’re not sure whether it will help or hurt, but you don’t dare anyway, because you don’t want to make any noise since the baby finally fell asleep for his morning nap, so instead you go whine about it all on your blog…

It’s been that kind of a morning.

I wonder if that ref was BLIND. No way was that a touchdown. How lame!
Things were going so well, but I have to say, there were quite a few questionable calls. In Pittsburgh’s favor. What’s up with that
But what the heck. Who cares. It’s just a game. We had fun.

It’s Superbowl Sunday and the boys are ready. Go Hawks!
Check back in a few hours to see if they’re still smiling.