Hoody
Last Saturday I kidnapped my family and whisked them away to Truckee and Tahoe City for the day. It was windy and chilly… and dead. It’s kind of weird up there this time of year because it’s in between the busy skiing and summer vacation seasons. No one was up there.
And it was nice.
More
We’ve been trying to teach Troy sign language for a long time - probably at least 6 months. He caught on to the milk sign really quickly, but he never really showed much comprehension of the others.
Until recently, that is. As you can see in the picture above, he is absolutely enthralled with his Baby Signing Time video, and he is very good at making some signs. The one he’s making above is the “More” sign. Hopefully he’ll keep picking them up and be able to better communicate his needs to us.
Is it Poop? A Haiku
Butt to Face is best
Stench rockets up your nostrils
Why, yes! It is poop.
There is no good, fast way to check a baby’s diaper to see if it is soiled. If you really want to know for sure, you have to take a peek, which means disrobing the child, a time-consuming process. But if you’re in a hurry, then a 99%* approximation will have to do. This is also known as the smell test, and when the results come back positive, it is never a pleasant experience.
Happy to be here
(Actually, he was happy as a clam when I took this shot. It was just one of those things where you catch someone mid-expression and they end up looking like a drunken walrus. In T’s case, he looks like a disgruntled midget with a bad toupée.)
With and Without
One of Troy’s breakfast foods is oatmeal*, usually with blueberries or peaches mixed in. On this particular day, it was blueberries.
Here he is taking a bite with blueberries:
And here he is taking a bite without blueberries:
With:
Without:
And I ran out of Withs, so here’s another Without:
What did we learn today? Yes, that’s right - it’s much more fun to feed the baby oatmeal without blueberries.
Snoozers
Troy isn’t really a cuddle-up-and-sleep type of baby, which makes Kelly kind of sad, so whenever she gets the opportunity, she makes the most of it:
Feeding the boy
I don’t know why, but I just had to post this. This was definitely not on my list of Things To Do Before I Die, but I’m glad I got to do it. It’s not every day that you get to feed your son in an old prison recreation yard.