Or maybe Slash?

So I woke up this morning from a deep dreaming sleep desperately needing to know the name of Metallica's drummer. Or was it their bass player? I think I may have even asked Tony about it first thing, but that might have been a dream too because I remember looking underneath a plastic kiddie pool for the answer and I'm pretty sure we don't have one of those in our bedroom. But I really needed to know his name, and for the life of me I couldn't remember. I was sure I knew it. So I forced myself awake enough to google Metallica's band members but none of their names were ringing a bell. Now I'm almost positive I was trying to think of Jimmy Page or Sammy Hagar, even though I only know about Hagar from an episode of My Name Is Earl. Then I was certain that James needed to be fed, but we both fell back asleep no more than a minute into it and ended up being late for work. The moral of the story is that classic rock and metal are vital subjects to have a basic knowledge of in case of emergency?

Just another little update

Hullo everyone.  Been a while.  Tony and I are lounging in our matching recliners watching a show on Netflix about corn and the many strange things scientists make corn do, so what a perfect time to dump all my thoughts and goings-on with you, thought myself.  James is napping on the big bed (I knew you were wondering.)

By the way, this corn thing is fascinating.  It's making my starch tooth tingle.  Oh how I love my starchy foods.  Grits mixed with scrambled eggs has been my comfort breakfast this week and I'll make no apologies for it.  That's the rule about comfort food.

So this past Wednesday my baby became a 3-month-old, and it's with mixed emotions I say I'm okay with it.  As preposterous as it is that only yesterday he was a squeaky, eyelashless 1-day-old, I feel a little less surprised at his bigness at this milestone than previous ones.  His eyelashes have been long and luxurious for a while now, and he still squeaks just at higher volumes.  Fingers are the flavor of the day.

And lately this little rascal thinks he wants to roll over, but I think he's just impressed with his own cleavage.

 

Other new things are almost-laughing, scooting backwards on the couch, high-pitched squeals just for the fun of it, grabbing hanging toys and trying to get them into the mouth, sudden, uncontrollable crying fits when he's hungry NOW for some reason, and smiling at me really cute-like from the carseat when I drag him mom-shopping after work.  (Mom-shopping is dubbed as such to distinguish it from normal grocery shopping, for mom-shopping is the fun kind of shopping when mom gets pretty new things just for her own self.  Note: James never smiles so cute when we go grocery shopping.)

But some things haven't changed.  Like how even though he sleeps through the night mostly, I still find myself waking up several times to make sure he's still breathing.  And how my heart just up and melts at his scrunchy face when he stretches.  And how I can't clip his toenails because those toes always wiggle when I touch them, even in his sleep.  And can you say actual twinkle in the eye when he smiles?

Yeesh.

Lately our favorite thing to do during the day when we're at work with Missy Moo is go to the zoo, even though really I'm the only one who appreciates it and it's been 100-plus degrees lately so we're all pretty vitamin D'd out.  It's still nice to get out of the house and hear some peacocks.  I should probably be pacing myself, however, because I come home so drained by the heat and humidity that I sit down and don't get up until bedtime, and the pile of clean laundry on our dresser is reaching a level I like to call RIDICULOUS.

Anyway, here's some more of my favorite pictures from the past couple of months. 

 Happy weekend!

If you can find a point, you win a prize.

My name is Kayla, and I'm having a moment where I feel I should be recording my thoughts and what-not via blog post, but I'm almost 100% positive that whatever it is I'll try to say will end up not being said, on account of my brain and things.  Sometimes there are just too many words and too many possible sentence variations, which makes me want to give up before I start.

Things I would like to do:
- actually redesign the blog so that it looks good
- post lots and lots of pictures all the time
- write cute little stories about my day
- try yet again to put into words how much I love my son
- maybe a post about my freshly painted living room?

Things that I feel my life has no time for:
- all of the above.

I've been getting the feeling lately, in little sneaky snippets, like fairies peeking through bushes, that I'm living a fantastic life.  Fantastically bad, and fantastically wonderful, and all of that all at different times and the same time.  Motherhood has magnified it.  Did you know that my baby giggled when I made a funny sound at him today?  Two and a half months ago he was lying on my stomach taking his first crying breaths, and today he's looking me in the eyes and laughing as we copy each others' sounds.  A year ago he was microscopic.  If that isn't magical then I don't know what.  And my body grew him.  God sent me that little spirit, and my body used materials it had on hand (and borrowed from his daddy) and created a tiny little body and grew it big enough until it could handle itself, and now I can hold it in my arms and it smiles at me.  IT'S MAGICAL, IS WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY.

People, for real.  Just feel the love with me.

Also, the sweet little lady from Yugoslavia who lives in the house behind us, who sings and yells at her dog every day while she gardens, sent over the fence a cute little outfit for James.  How she even knew we had a baby, I don't know.  Not only does she know, but she went shopping for him!  Who does that?

Life is cool.


(P.S. Anyone know where a girl can get one of those cute Panama-y straw fedoras I'm seeing all the cute people wear these days?)