The Birthday Boy, part 2

Daddy as DJ Lance Rock of "Yo Gabba Gabba!" fame.
More sweet snackin' cuteness
It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to.  Miles at the end of the night, approx. 7:00 pm.
Peek-a-boo, Dada style.
My son, the lizard tongue.  The kid loves pickles; what can I say.

The Birthday Boy, part 1

An angel food cupcake for my angel!  He took his b-day treat down with very little coaxing, as evidenced by photo #4.

Our after dinner conversation

Watching this makes me want to hire an in-home personal lighting crew.  Yikes, my long day at work really shows.  However, Miles' insane cuteness wins out.  Baby trumps mommy.

P.S.  Just a day to go until year one is reached.  Can I get an OMG?!?

Perfect timing

Coffee time, my favorite time of day, got a little more special this morning.  At a leisurely 9 am*, I was chatting with Jesse over hot cups of joe, reminiscing about our 4 years of marriage (as of today!!!).  We were wondering where has all the time gone- because this has been a very fast four years in recorded history.  Suddenly, some adorable baby chortling sounded from the monitor, and that led to a collective sigh.  Ahhh, the best anniversary present was sending us a perfect symbol of our love.  Gotta love that fruit of  our (my) labor; he's got great timing. 

*2 day at home because of the "mega"storm, woo hoo!   

Wheat that is more than just tolerated; it's loved!

We have slowly reintroduced wheat, just not in baby cereal form.  So far, so good.  Miles developed a taste for Cheerios during snack time at his weekly play group.  Like the Hungry Hippos game, he'll snatch up handfuls as soon as the tiny rings hit his tray.  One hypothesis for the stomach success, most of the Cheerios wind up under his chin or in the dogs' mouths.  Miles probably only eats 30% of what's given to him.  And I don't mind if the dogs are getting some unsanctioned treats, my boy goes over the moon during snack time.  Imagine what he'll do when he's old enough to discover Honey Nut Cheerios- now that's the good stuff.

Cold beauties in my backyard

I should be in 2nd period, but I'm at home and blogging. Yippie!

Wasn't quite the "Mega Storm" that the Weather Channel predicted though it is certainly pretty.  And that's good enough for me and the dogs, especially the dogs.

My 5 Senses

Hearing: The sound of raindrops, many chilly drops landing on the windows

Seeing: Conflicting TV reports of a "mega winter storm" that is supposed to strike any minute

Touching: These keys as I try to stay off of Weather Underground and weather.com

Feeling: Certain that I will not get a snow day- in my four years in teaching, nary a snow day

Smelling: Defeat.  Wait, I mean de feet.  For a baby, Miles' feet can get a little funky.

Seriously, this kid's feet can get a little on the ripe side.  How?  I haven't a clue, but it's genetic.  Your lucky there's not a scratch 'n' sniff app that I could use to upload a sample of just one stinky piggy. 

And even more seriously, I wish the local networks would stop these bogus weather reports.  My heart can't take the letdowns anymore.  The seeming simple fantasy of sleeping in on a snowy morn is too painful to have slip away again.  I've been through this same set-up at least 5 times this year.  There should be a state law that prohibits providing false snow reports to teachers.  Believe me kids, we want a snow day more than you!

All I want for...

... my birthday is my two front teeth.  Like this guy!  Miles and Mr. Beavs (rhymes with Reeves) eagerly await bite-size morsels of cinnamon buns.

Another day of many firsts

Here's a list of all the new firsts Miles experienced yesterday:

1. Family trip to IKEA

2. learning the true love of modern yet functional design

3. chilled cucumber slices- so good for angry gums

4. sucking said cucumber slices flat- like a spa treat for the soul

5. drinking water from a glass- forget sippy cups, this is big boy time

6. getting a fury friend with the same teeth as Miles is trying to pop out

7. said friend is now going by the name Mr. Beavs, and he, like everything listed above, is from IKEA (see image above to witness the cuteness of this stuffed beaver, who also ate cinnamon buns this morning)

8. 2 two hour naps (thanks to driving time) in like 6 months

9. never cried once while we were there- 3.5 hours of over-stimulation and loving it!  He probably clapped for a total of 80 minutes throughout our stay. 

10. Swedish cinnamon buns & meatballs- obviously, not in the same bite- but given his cheek size, I am sure some remnants got mixed together during the "gumming" process

And why did we make this 2 hour pilgrimage?  To celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary!!  What better way to say I love you than to invest in a new love seat that doesn't smell like dog.  True makes the heart pitter patter.