Kitchen Comparative

wordless wednesday

SnOMGoddess pics

This is the most fun I've had ALL DAY!  Besides waking up at 6am, that was pretty fun, too.

He really is his own person. Apparently.

I love these two mofos.  I'd be pretty bored and well rested without them.

Distracted. Sometimes. Birds?

Do I really need to caption every picture?

"Milo! Say 'SnOhMyGoddess!'"

click...

SuperBowl, the Nat'l Anthem, and another blow out

"So, Milo, I'm going to teach you a little about Patriotism and the American Way.  Now we're here, watching the Superbowl, and before the game begins someone comes out and sings the National Anthem...

"During this time it is imperative that we stand, place our right hand over our heart, and sing...along with Carrie Underwood..."

"See, Milo, it's just a magical moment..." (holds back tears, like that football player on the tv, see?)

"OK, now let's have a drink and watch the kickoff!"

"CHEERS!  Who you rootin' for?"

"Saints or the Colts?" *Clink*

"Whoa, wait a minute kid....did you...just...?"

"...shit yourself?  Yup...you sure did....Those wings and pizza ain't sittin' right with you are they? Or was it the Nachos with xtra cheese and refried beans your mother made?"

"Ok, so, seriously, Milo, you broke some guy code.  It's time for you to go see your mother...I'll be right here, waiting for you."

"I love you, man, but....whoa....come back during half time, mmmk?"

 

"hey, hon...Milo needs you for a sec...GO SAINTS!"

Peptobismal, 25inches of snow, and possible TMI

I'm not one to get sick often -maybe once a year, or every other year. Which is good because me and sick just aren't a good combo.  But when you pair us up and then add an 18 month old...you get an entire all get-out irritableNOpatienceenergySloppyJoe-ofamessITIS.  Then you take that cocktail and stir in about 25 inches of snow...You get a full on Lifetime special. With NO commercials. This all started in the late, but oh- so-convenient hour of 10pm Wednesday night and lasted THROUGHOUT the night. (Oh, hello again, sunrise!). Tums and Peptobismal were NO MATCH for this bad boy!

You know when you first start dating someone and you are so CONSCIOUS of them hearing you in the bathroom?  OH THE HORRER! Please, don't let him hear me POOPING!! In fact, my husband didn't even fart in front of me until after we were married!

Good thing I'm over that. (I hear the moans of eye rolling and the "spare me" gazes as I type this...)

  Though I'm no longer "in the weeds" of this here bug, (read: sitting on the toilet while hugging a trashcan) I'm still feeling incredibly run down, uninspired, low to nothing appetite -just give me some jello and my gatorade/pedialyte concoction and I know I just slept for 10 hours but I'm still dragging...

wow. so this was fun. You ok to drive?

ps So far the husband and babe are fine. I'm keeping my fingers crossed...

18 months

1 week

6 months

1 year

Say HELLO! to Mr. Personality!!

(18 months)

For those of you just joining us, Welcome!  Every month during Milo's first year, I took a pic of him with his monkey.  Documenting this little guys growth has been such a pleasure/adventure/bittersweet/ridiculous labor of pure LOVE!  Still amazes me how much he has grown in 18 (relatively) short months.  I say "relatively" because anyone who is a parent knows there are some LONG ASS DAYS and LONG ASS NIGHTS.

Enjoys

(short) car rides, chasing cats, walking up and down stairs, shutting/opening/slamming doors,  playing peek a boo, dancing, running away from diapers/wipes, taking off his shirt, eatting mum-mums, apples, bananas, oatmeal, curry chicken, lamb, peanut butter, 40 spice hummus, wheat thins, cereal bars, chips, french fries...

 juice out of sippy cups or straight from the bottle/jug, empty plastic bottles/jugs, bath time, laughing at most anything, pointing at random objects and having you label them, pointing to his nose and bellybutton is super fun, anything he can pull from cabinets/drawars, dumping over boxes, cups, throwing any object, grabbing your hand and guiding you around, cuddles, climbing on EVERYTHING including tables, couches, beds...

dislikes

big, wet, soggy diapers between the hours of 1am and 6am; vegetables, mac and cheese, anything with cheese really, or noodles, milk in sippy cups is a big NO THANK YOU, being told no or otherwise being denied access to desired object/place...

Today's appt revealed Milo at a lean 28lbs (I think it was the 75th percentile?) and 34 inches (95th)

The boy is 2 inches from being 3 feet tall.

Oh, all the wonders of the wonderful...sheesh...

In other news...after nearly 19 months of being a SAHM....I'll be rejoining the workforce!  I threw several "balls" in the air, and down came my mental health roots -and I've decided to give it a go!  In the interest of privacy, that's all you get!  Unless, of course, I know know you and I like like you, then you can get more scoop...

"Oh, the times they are a changin'..."

sunset+driving west=sunglasses!

Everybody needs one of these. 

Sunglasses, that is...