Baby Picture Sunday

I love baby piggies! The Booger has little monkey feet. And, his toes are one trait I can attribute to me. He lookes so much like his Daddy, that they are all I can claim. I can't tell you how many pictures I have of the Booger's toes and hands. I am super excited to come look at all of your little piggies. Stop by Debi's to see else who is playing!

See that little gap? And how the second toe is as long as the first? All me!

A masterpiece

Last week, in all his sickness, the Booger created his first work of art at daycare!



Here it is in it's rightful place on the fridge...

Poor baby, sorry mommy

On top of starting daycare and the time change, my poor son has been (unbeknownst to us) fighting a ear infections. His new trick of tipping his head to the side and looking at us turns out not to be much of a trick... :-(

He's had a runny nose for weeks, but was still himself. Then, he was super cuddly and seemed ucky Tuesday evening, and started a little cough so we decided we'd call the doctor in the morning.

Then, he woke up crying and wheezing and coughing at 2:30 AM! Panic! I roused the on-call doctor for her to listen to him and she successfully calmed me down byreassuring me it sounded croupy, gave me some advice, and told me to call in the morning.

So, I went to the IEP we had scheduled next morning and returned home to whisk him to the doctor. After a screaming, wriggling check up, he was prescribed his first antibiotic (hopefully very few more follow) for not one, but double ear infections! Then we came home and cuddled on the couch all afternoon.

We both felt so bad thinking back about how long he'd been sick, and not noticing that his ears were hurting him for who knows how long. But, we are both enjoying how cuddly and loving he is right now. First time he's stayed still since he learned to crawl.

After a couple days on the antibiotic he is getting back to his normal self. The folks at daycare are now beginning to believe me that my son is a happy, easy-going baby. He's starting to sleep better again, and I am looking forward to the weekend with my boy!

Newsflash!!!

Babies do NOT observe day light savings time!

Dinner: 6:00 pm (formerly 7:00 AKA bedtime) November 2



And: Dinner: 5:00 (formerly 6:00 AKA bath time) November 3

Not again. Is this the way it's always going to be?

What?!?! Another hour until bed time?

Really, Mom, just put me to bed. Seriously.

Hey Big Eyes!

I love Baby Picture Sundays because I have a legitimate reason to spend an uncensored amount of time searching for just the right picture! Thanks for hosting Debi!


The Booger has his Daddy's gorgeous eyes, but it was a waiting game to see what they'd end up as. Everyone, and I mean everyone- my parents, my siblings, and all the grandkids ('cept the Booger) have blue eyes. My sister's twins and my nephew all have beautiful blue peepers. And when the Booger was born his could have gone either way, they changed a bit day to day so you couldn't really tell. Even now, they look a little green on occasion. This is my brown (buggy) eyed boy just after getting his first taste of cereal.

The Booger's first Halloween!

I took a break from the school day and came home to dress the Booger and bring him to school for the parade. He was Captain Adorable for the festivities. I made a cape, but his mask was a no-go. He loved seeing all the kids during the parade, smiling, laughing, and kicking his feet the whole time. We visited some of the classroom parties, which he enjoyed too. Then he played in our classroom until the day ended. He explored and played with lots of things. His signature move of pulling books off the shelf was of course displayed! Then he decided to make a break for it. Right out the door and down the hall. Maybe he was looking for one of the cute babies he saw during the parade? Or he heard the dismissal bell? We'll never know...

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Tired baby

I've been so busy lately, that I haven't blogged about the Booger's first experiences in day care. (Or kept up with the meme's I've been tagged for, they're coming, promise!) He started going to the Oakland Child Development Center last week. My mother in law had been watching him two days a week, but was offered a full time position in a surgeon's office. We are very happy for her, but bummed that he didn't get to hang out with her anymore.

When we were pregnant, we had looked into a variety of centers and kept eyes and ears out for information and feedback. I also had some insight from having worked in a center for a few years. My work with kids and families around here that use daycare also helped. I knew a few I did not want to send him to, so that was easy! We had narrowed things down, but needed to check into openings, last minute details, etc. It was a busy few days, but after picking up paperwork and visiting, we were all set to start last Tuesday.

He is just starting to have some intense seperation anxiety, so my poor husband has had to leave a screaming baby each day. His first day was described as 'rough' by one of the care-givers, with barely an hour of napping all together. I had to wake him up when I got there to take him home, and he barely even realized that I was lifting him out of his crib. The second day he refused to eat anything but his bottle. Today, he napped for almost a whole hour, plus a few catnaps, and ate most of what they offered. Progress!

But it caught up with him, he was so tired last night he could barely eat dinner. He fell asleep immediately upon entering his car seat. He hardly sat up or kept his eyes open while he ate, and was so tired he stopped eating before his dinner was gone- which is quite a rarity. He was even falling asleep on his changing table. I tried to capture the look of tired desparation, but I don't think this does it justice...

Geez my head is heavy

Keep...my....eyes...open....

Trying to get comfy on his changing table, who needs a crib?