A change would do me good.

I decided to change the design of this blog. The black felt a little too wintery, no? The “Banana smoothie” theme seems most approriate, since a smoothie is the only thing that keeps my son’s appetite at bay for more than an hour. ONE HOUR. Seriously, I’m about to get a paying job just for groceries. My current gig is pro bono and I get no props for wipin’ butts and cleaning the dried poop stuck in Oliver’s toy train.

Yes. I said it.

Dried  poop.

Stuck. in. a. toy.

Just… don’t ask.

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I like that the weather is finally starting to warm up every now and then  but strangely enough, we’re still spending all most of our time indoors. The last couple times we’ve gone to the park, Wesley broke out in little hives.  Also, I think I’m just lazy. It feels like a lot of work getting the kids dressed for the outdoors, strollers ready, suncreen on everyone, blah blah blah. I’m sure I’ll become more motivated as we get more than 2 consecutive days of warm weather. 

Or not.

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Wesley has about four teeth now. I miss the gummy little baby grin he used to rip when I’d go get him in his crib after a particularly satisfying nap. He’s growing so quickly! He’s still nursing but eating a lot of solids. His new favorites are tiny bits of pasta and those gerber yogurt melts. When something flavorful hits his tongue, he smiles and giggles like he’s being tickled. It’s ridiculously cute.

However.

Those cute little teeth sprouting out of his gums? The ones that gleam so brightly when he splits into a huge grin? Are sharp as needles! I was nursing him a couple weeks ago and he suddenly decided to take a bite out of me.

The kid bit me.

BIT ME.

Bit me so hard that I started to bleed.

I mean, I started to bleed. I was bleeding! BLEEDING MY OWN BLOOD.

I was so shocked from the pain that I practically threw him off my lap. Of course, he started to cry from being startled but I didn’t even care. I think my concern for my son was masked by the hot searing pain caused by his barracuda teeth. For the next week, he kept chomping into me every time I tried to feed him so I contemplated just weaning him. Luckily he did finally stop. I would give him a stern lecture before each nursing session. I’d give him the “Don’t bite me or else!” speech and I think it kind of worked. I mean, he did cry a few times and I’m pretty sure I hurt his delicate little feelings but you know what? That was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

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Hmmm, do I have any new pics?

Oh wait. I do!

 

Seriously, how cute is this? These are the Blues Clues ears we got from Curtis’ 4th birthday party.

Woof!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can you see those teeth? Those sweet teeth.

Those sweet, sweet teeth belong to a barracuda. A BARRACUDA, I SAY.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I propped him to standing in his crib and um. I don’t think he liked it much? He was stuck in this position for a while and couldn’t figure out how to get back down. So… I left him there, grabbed the camera and took a picture. HELLO! What else would I do.