Love, with a capital L

Breakfast in times of cuteness

Mornings can be sweet.  And I say that with very little practice because I am NOT, NEVER HAVE BEEN a before noon kind of gal. Even when I've had jobs that were 9a to 5p...where it was my routine to be up early...I just never got the hang of being Chippy McChipperson before high noon. 

My theory is that I was born on a Friday night, 9:07pm.  I came out of that cacoon, sunny side up, screaming, "HEY, it's FRIDAY NIGHT YA'LL. I HAVE ARRIVED.  LET'S GET IT STARTED....WOO-HOOOO..." (cue the music of Black-Eyed peas)

And ever since the whole "me being born thang," I just can't shake the "night person" thang. It's my destiny.  It's my truth. Probably.

And then I had Infant de Milo and it turns out that it didn't matter if I was a night OR a day person.  I suddenly became an ON-CALL kind of person.  And I quickly got reacqainted with caffeine.  Be it coffee, tea, or my personal fave: Energy Drinks!  And I quickly got to know about "napping when the baby naps" and working out and eatting right -all just to keep my head (and mood) right...

Yeah, it's a drag. This whole "taking care of yourself" thing...but it works...

So here are some pictures (surprise!) of one of those mornings where everything is sweet, simple, and slow...a lot like molasses....

I usually give him several options for breakfast.  I'm an indecisive overbearing awesome nutritionally- conscious mom like that. Today it's a buffet of apples and cinnamon oatmeal, yogurt and granola, cheerios, and a banana.

Learning how to peel a banana. His fine motor skills are above average, people.  TRUTH.

I'm not exactly sure why he decided to point at the camera.  But, I'm thinking it either has to do with him realizing how much he loves his mama OR him noticing how gorge I look in the morning...one of those...

When he's done with something he moves it to the table.  I taught him that.  Whereas before he would just throw the bowl on the floor.  Food splattering EVERYWHERE.  And then he would scream.  It  was NOT my favorite.

He might be ready for a haircut.  The "comb over" look doesn't really do much for him.  Still cute , though...

And THIS is his sign for ALL DONE.  He jerks his hands out to the side and waits for me to clear and remove his tray.

...And then what happens?

He washes the dishes....

Mornings can be sweet...;)

Where's your Belly???

There it is!!

one hot mess, wonder where he gets it from?

Fellow parents...

Hi. How are you?

Y'know how you want the best when it comes to your child(ren)?

Or, rather, you have the best intentions of providing the best when it comes to your child(ren)?

Specifically, you want them to eat.  It all begins with the old "to breast feed or to formula" issue.  Or, to both...

And then when you resolve that issue, it's "when to solid food?"

And then you're spooning "stage one" homemade or store bought food into their suspicious, eager, and interested mouths...

And, you think, possibly gasp out loud, bragging to your disinterested friends, (S)HE is SUCH a good eater!  (S)he loves sweet potato, avocado, squash, green beans, even FISH...(blah, blah, blah...)

And then BAM! POOF! goes your "suspicious-eager-interested" eater and it's all you can do to give them all the vitamins-minerals-calories-fat-carbs-sodium-protein that they need to be that NBA-NFL-CEO-M.D.-J.D.-PhD-M.F.A.-M.B.A.-CPR certified child that you so PLANNED on when you threw birth-freakin'-control into the trash because this man has the most amazing genes that are gonna ROCK ON  THROUGH ELECTRIC AVENUE!!!!

wHERE was I?

OH!  food...

So, if you've read  THE BOOKS, THE parenting books, they all warn against the fast foods, the foods that are gonna ruin your child and they will FAIL at becoming the VERY BEST they can be DON'T YOU DARE GO THROUGH THAT DRIVE THROUGH YOUNG LADY. 

but these days, in this household,  french fries and pizza are what's up.  ARE what is HAPPENING. and you know what??

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

Yes. That is Papa Johns Pizza in one hand and a bottle hanging out of his mouth. Paradox much?  And, no, that is not a pee stain on his jeans.  It's apple juice.  SWEAR.

ONE. HOT. MESS.

Maybe make that two...;)

Milo and Pman Comparable

 My hope is that one day Milo will look back on these pictures and say, "Wow, I've know Parker for-EVER!"  Though these guys are a mere 3 weeks apart, they couldn't be more different in personality!  I'd like to think that Milo is the Bull to Parkers China Shop...the Zack to his Slater...the Bill to his Ted...the Batman to his Robin...the Beavis to his...uh, nevermind...

Nikki, you and I gots us some cute little hell-yuns terrors reason to drink by 2pm guys! 

God help us...*clink*

6th Vday

Valentine's Day is my 6 year Anniversary.  With my boyfriend turned husband turned baby daddy.

True Story.

So Cheers to the countdown of the 7. YeAR. ITcH!

And Cheers to another 6 years! And Another! And Another! And Another...!

that dude is one lucky sumbitch...

and I'm one lucky sumbitch!

Still Crazy, Sexy, Cool with you...

xox

I can haz more snow?

Fact: we've been getting snow.  Lots and Lots of snow. Pro: Lots of family bonding! Con: LOTS of family bonding!  I kid, I kid.  We didn't venture outside today due to the Blizzard conditions i.e. lots of wind, lots of snow, lots of cold.  You don't need the INCESSANT weather coverage to look around and see the weather!  So while my baby daddy was cooking some delish Indian hamburger kabobs (we have a thing for Indian food, just in case you missed that segment) (and ps, We had to use ground beef because the grocery stores (yes we went to several) were ALL OUT of ground lamb. Just ob-surd!), Milo and I went to a couple of windows and did some picture taking.  We get wild like that sometimes.

Look out Ansel Adams!!

That's my door handle -on the inside and the outside.  You see how I captured the snow?  ON THE HANDLE?! This cabin fever gives me the artistics chills...

I can haz MORE snow!?

ps: you can barely see it, but Milo is playing with an empty egg carton.  My imagination knows no bounds...that and the fact that our recycle bin is hibernating-so, figured in the meantime, let them play with trash!

he is just sew kewt!

lone toy rider thing. And that tree again. (boundless AGAIN!)

Nostalgic for BBQs and umbrella drinks. And, while I'm at it, sleeping in and road trips to NYC.

The trash won't be picked up this week. So we're stock piling dirty diapers.  At least all that poo is frozen...(what? you didn't think I'd go a whole post without talking about poo, did you?)

And finally, a video of my darlings.  Teaching an 18 month old how to play Indian poker is a sure fire way to laugh the winter blizzard blues away...