Hey Jakey,
It's been snowing on and off for the past couple of days. Above is the picture of our atrocious back yard that I have not cleaned up since the gardening fiasco of '05. I should've known it was going to dump; yesterday when I was changing your sister's diaper, I looked out the window and was appalled by the number of birds congregating in the yard, picking it clean of every last seed and scrap of dried-up nourishment hiding in the dessicated weeds.
Also vaguely Christmas-like: we took you and your sister to your school holiday party a couple of nights ago. Wavy slept through the entire ordeal, and you managed to behave quite nicely for a whole two hours.
The party was at the children's museum in Carson. Here's you and a giant kaleidoscope, with daddy and sis in the background.
And you decorating a cookie at the cookie-decorating station.
And -- the money shot. Your very first Santa photo. You were thrilled, can't you tell, to be sitting on some weird white man's lap.
You can't tell from the photos, but the party was a wall-to-wall crush of people. I had no idea that there were so many Early Intervention kiddos in the area. I met some cool mommas, one in particular was nine months pregnant and about to undergo a planned c-section, and she was pumping me for information about how it was going to play out. No matter what I told her, she would screw up her face and go "EEEWWWWWW!!!" She was quite funny. I wish her luck.
There were soooooo many kids who are worse off than you are, sweetie, so your daddy and I left that night thanking our lucky stars that we've got such a good boy.
We went home and decorated the tree:
It's so hard to blog these days. I get a jones for it, but don't have enough hands or time, or am just too tired. Right now I'm managing because I've got Wavy in the Baby Bjorn (yes, I know, I'm compressing her poor little spinal cord in this evil contraption, but it's only for a little bit, not all frickin' day) and you are still asleep in another room.
Speaking of which, I just bought this:
No, not a hipster man and his baby, but the awesome baby sling. I can't find my baby pouch from when you were a baby (it's in the garage and I refuse to root around in that nasty-ass garage), so I surfed and surfed and finally decided on this one. It was way too much money for someone on maternity leave, so if I don't absolutely love it when it gets here, I'll for sure send it back and keep looking. I didn't really want a "ring" sling, but this one's awfully cute, and it's made out of hemp. What-evah -- but your old one is a pouch, rather than a sling, and I didn't want two pouches, y'know, in case I ever find your old one. I'll report back later.
So, six mornings in a row now I have had to go to the doctor's office to have my incision drained and re-packed with an absorbent dressing. I didn't tell the poor girl at the party about *that*. I'm on antibiotics and I feel fine, it's just a pain to do this everyday. It hurts like the dickens, though, when they pry open the incision every day to pack it. Hopefully next week will be the last of it. If the infection continues to -- err, infect, then I have additional surgery and hospitalization to look forward to. Fingers crossed.
Well, time to get everyone fed. It's just non-stop eating around here. Love you, and let's go play in the snow today!!! Possibly in this brand-new stroller that just came via UPS yesterday:
Yeah, I know, money and all that... but look! You stand on the back and Wavy rides up front! Whee! Plus free two-day shipping!
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