Holy jeez! I can't believe it's been, like, a MONTH since the last time I posted. Moving is hard work. So is being a mommy!! And being a wife, don't even get me STARTED on that one. Anyway... I just realized that both Louis and Kate are out of town this week. Not that it's that big of a deal since I hardly ever get to talk to them anyway, but it still sucks. No wonder I'm so bored that I have a chance to post here. Anyway...
We're living in this house, but the lady who owns it decided to put it back on the market, even though we want to buy it. We can't right now because no one would give us a loan. We have too many bills. :( So there've been people traipsing through my lovely abode filled with boxes and dead ladybugs with the puffy-haired realtor lady who said she can sell it to us in three months of we pay off our shit. She's a nice lady, don't get me wrong... it's just odd because her name is Darlene, which is my ex-boyfriend/current friend Eli's mother's name, and they both have that damn "Darlene Hair" - long and curly and fluffy and dyed blonde and smelling like a LOT of product.
So much is new with the kid. He just won't stop growing!! I think we should have named him Clifford. He has outgrown nearly all of his 3-6 month clothes, all of his size 2 shoes, his bouncy seat, his swing, his infant-carrier-slash-car-seat, his infant tub, his Boppy Gym, his mobile, and God only knows what else in a few short weeks. He can roll over, tries soooooooo hard to scoot (but just ends up spinning in circles on his tummy), and can sit pretty well by himself, though of course he can't pull himself to a sitting position yet. And he LOVES the three new tastes in his life - Rice "Cereal" (they call it cereal because it's a grain, but really it's bland mush), Gerber Tooth and Gum Cleanser (applied to the gums on the coolest French-Tickler finger thing), and Baby Orajel. Yep, not only is he eating and bathing like a big boy, he's getting teethers, too. Could I *be* any luckier??
Here are his current favorites, just cause I know you want to know... He loves to watch Maisy!! We just got Digital Cable, and the Noggin channel, like, ROCKS. Maisy's on, and Kipper, and about 972 variations of Sesame Street. Then at night, they play CLARISSA!!! I loved that show when I was a kid, man. Anyway, who cares what I like, this was supposed to be the Tristan Blurb. He *loves* The Eye Book and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, but Fox in Socks makes him CRY!! He gets really bored with There's a Wocket in my Pocket, and he despises anything with pictures of real animals unless they are cats or dogs. Birds, bunnies, and anything else you might see in the woods make him scream out in horror. He also digs all those books with the pictures of real babies dressed up as things. Tristan seems to think reading and eating are the two FUNNEST GAMES EVER. When he doesn't like a book I am reading to him, he'll close the cover and push it away. When he REALLY likes a certain picture, he reaches out to turn the page or close the cover so he can stare at it some more. And eating.... LOL!! That rice cereal must taste like heaven or something. He pulls my hand (holding full spoon) toward his mouth and opens his mouth T H I S W I D E, eagerly shoveling the mooshy sweetness in. Next, he gives me this SUPER HUGE grin as half of the spoonful plops out of his mouth and onto me, his clothes, the cat, whatever is nearby. Then he pushes my hand and spoon away until he's ready for another bite, at which time the same process starts all over again. Babies rule.
So anyway, I'll be around. I'm going to bed now, as my husband has not been nearly as helpful as usual lately, which means I am completely exhausted by two hours ago. My pillow awaits.
We're living in this house, but the lady who owns it decided to put it back on the market, even though we want to buy it. We can't right now because no one would give us a loan. We have too many bills. :( So there've been people traipsing through my lovely abode filled with boxes and dead ladybugs with the puffy-haired realtor lady who said she can sell it to us in three months of we pay off our shit. She's a nice lady, don't get me wrong... it's just odd because her name is Darlene, which is my ex-boyfriend/current friend Eli's mother's name, and they both have that damn "Darlene Hair" - long and curly and fluffy and dyed blonde and smelling like a LOT of product.
So much is new with the kid. He just won't stop growing!! I think we should have named him Clifford. He has outgrown nearly all of his 3-6 month clothes, all of his size 2 shoes, his bouncy seat, his swing, his infant-carrier-slash-car-seat, his infant tub, his Boppy Gym, his mobile, and God only knows what else in a few short weeks. He can roll over, tries soooooooo hard to scoot (but just ends up spinning in circles on his tummy), and can sit pretty well by himself, though of course he can't pull himself to a sitting position yet. And he LOVES the three new tastes in his life - Rice "Cereal" (they call it cereal because it's a grain, but really it's bland mush), Gerber Tooth and Gum Cleanser (applied to the gums on the coolest French-Tickler finger thing), and Baby Orajel. Yep, not only is he eating and bathing like a big boy, he's getting teethers, too. Could I *be* any luckier??
Here are his current favorites, just cause I know you want to know... He loves to watch Maisy!! We just got Digital Cable, and the Noggin channel, like, ROCKS. Maisy's on, and Kipper, and about 972 variations of Sesame Street. Then at night, they play CLARISSA!!! I loved that show when I was a kid, man. Anyway, who cares what I like, this was supposed to be the Tristan Blurb. He *loves* The Eye Book and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, but Fox in Socks makes him CRY!! He gets really bored with There's a Wocket in my Pocket, and he despises anything with pictures of real animals unless they are cats or dogs. Birds, bunnies, and anything else you might see in the woods make him scream out in horror. He also digs all those books with the pictures of real babies dressed up as things. Tristan seems to think reading and eating are the two FUNNEST GAMES EVER. When he doesn't like a book I am reading to him, he'll close the cover and push it away. When he REALLY likes a certain picture, he reaches out to turn the page or close the cover so he can stare at it some more. And eating.... LOL!! That rice cereal must taste like heaven or something. He pulls my hand (holding full spoon) toward his mouth and opens his mouth T H I S W I D E, eagerly shoveling the mooshy sweetness in. Next, he gives me this SUPER HUGE grin as half of the spoonful plops out of his mouth and onto me, his clothes, the cat, whatever is nearby. Then he pushes my hand and spoon away until he's ready for another bite, at which time the same process starts all over again. Babies rule.
So anyway, I'll be around. I'm going to bed now, as my husband has not been nearly as helpful as usual lately, which means I am completely exhausted by two hours ago. My pillow awaits.
posted by Tina Bean at
10:42 PM
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