Clearing off the phone, pt. 1

I do believe I've exceeded the legal limit of bad, blurry phone pictures of this baby's face and other things I decide to photograph.  So surely the proper punishment is to unload them in a single blog post.  I mean, how else am I going to continue to have the phone memory to keep taking them? 

I don't have a fancy iphone like the rest of ya's, nor do I have Instagram so you're just going to have to deal with sub-par picture quality.

 (We dress to match sometimes.  Practicing for Motherboy 2012 maybe?)

 I call this the Conan O'Brien.

As you can see, he sleeps a lot.  I'll try to be more selective of the pictures I barrage you with in the future.

Currently James Wade is trying to fall asleep in my arms and is having the darnedest time trying to instruct me in how I am to help with this endeavor.  See, I know he wants the binky because I am the mom and the mom knows these things.  But James Wade is certain he does not want the binky and makes a point of letting me know how offended he is every time said binky is shoved into his mouth.  Lots of scrunched faces and thrusting tongues with some half-hearted gag noises thrown in for good measure.  I mean, mom, how can I BE any more clear about how much I do not want this binky?  But moms know (I know because I am one, obviously) and lo and behold once the indignant squeaks and angry outbursts have tired him sufficiently, when binky is reinserted once again it's accepted as though duh mom, this is what I wanted this whole time.

And I said, I know son, I'm the mom. 

(To which he replied by tiredly scrunching one eyebrow up and the other down as if to say Whatever, please have some milk ready for me in an hour-ish, kay?  And then drifted off to contended binky-sucking sleep.)

Babies, man.

Spiders & baby talk

I'm having a semi-unexpected day off today, so naturally I've gotten about 5% of the things that I wanted to get done, done.  Currently, Jamesy James and I are sitting on the couch waiting for the pest control guy to show up to spray for bugs again.  We have ants, people.  Ants and spiders.  The other day I saw a big ol' fatty mama spider who's spider belly was full of spider babies outside my backdoor, and I almost smashed her.  Because that's what you do with spiders, right?  Who's with me.  But then I remembered how much I appreciated not being squished by people who thought I was gross and annoying when I was pregnant, and well I just couldn't bring myself to murder a whole family, no matter how creepy.  But then several nights later I was up feeding James and wouldn't you know if I ran into that same mama spider again, only now she was outside my bedroom door.    This time I promptly flushed her and all her spider babies down the toilet because she was obviously infringing on my hospitality and I thought it terribly rude.  There is a code, ladies, and spiders in the bedroom clearly violates it.

So anyway, as far as babies go there's this cute human one that's been hanging around lately, and we've been having all kinds of conversations.  They've gone something like this (beware: adorableness ahead):

(I know it's sideways, but heck if I know how to fix it.)

He was jabbering up a storm before I pulled the camera out.  And tell you what, I never expected to pop out a kid who liked to make noise just for the fun of it.  That is so not like me, nor his daddy.  But I'm loving it to pieces.  Oh the fun we are having with 1 month old.  We just sit and stare at his big sweet mouthed toothless grins and squeaky squeaks and baby coos, and at least for my part I'm completely content. Better than primetime, he is.

In other news, the three of us packed up our stroller and went to the zoo on saturday.

Oh how I love the zoo.  Seeing the animals and exhibits makes me instantly feel like a kid again.  When I worked at the daycare fieldtrips to the zoo were my favorite, because toddlers make everything more fun.  I can't wait until James is old enough to really get into stuff like that.  We will have even more adventures then.