My Little Guy

My little DB is 18 months old now.  As any mother might wonder, where has the time gone?  Thankfully he is still squishy in all the right places and generously comes to me several times a day just for me to hold him.  He says phrases such as "here you go" and tells me when he has a messy diaper by saying "ba-poo."  He is a pro at yelling "momma" and refers to most objects as "ball" - which is unfortunately not very helpful when he wants something other than a ball.  I love my little guy. 

My DB is also energetic.  He loooooves to climb on anything.  He likes to push our kitchen stool all over the apartment so he can reach those forbidden and wonderful things he wants so much.  Unfortunately my little climber also falls off of tall things a lot.  I am thankful we have "wooden" (fake) floors - as opposed to something less forgiving, but the sound of his head hitting the ground in his inevitable once-a-day tumble still sounds terrible. 

While my parents where here, one day DB was apparently ready for dinner and decided to help himself to the casserole cooling on the table.  I cannot blame him, the Ritz Crackers and butter topping is my favorite part too.  You can see in the first picture below that he actually put the food he grabbed on a plate...when you think about it, it was really was considerate of him to do that, or just plain precious.  You can see in the second picture that he seemed pretty proud of his accomplishment.  

Next to milk, bananas are his favorite.

Dash, the Glow Worm and the Wardrobe

Earlier today KB could not find DB, but when he walked into AB's room he heard something coming from her wardrobe.



Hi. It has been a while...

I have no excuses for my unplanned (more than) month-long break from posting.  I had some stuff going on, and since things are getting back to normal, here are a few recent pictures during all of that "stuff."

You might ask yourself (or not) "why is AB fully decked out in her pink princess outfit while sitting in our junk room/office?" 

Answer: She somehow felt the need to dress up to watch two men put their life in danger to install an air conditioner in our office.  You know, this situation somehow feels familiar...

Oh yea, it was just a couple weeks before that some other guys put their life in danger to repair one of our other air conditioners.  We live 5 stories up.

AB was there for that too.  Whenever our air conditioners seem to break one-by-one every single year, and one-by-one we (my helper) must call a repairman to come and fix them, I get nostalgic for central air and that one enormous unit that cools the whole home.  However, it is not too long after that I get smug when I remember I have the luxury of just moving to another room when one of my air conditioners breaks, and I get to sit without sweating while waiting for someone to come fix it for me.  Gosh I am lazy. 

"Uncle" J dropped in for a two day visit.  It was just like old times. 

I cannot seem to get enough of my dead asleep DB in the baby carrier pictures.  It is just so cute. To accomplish this picture I simply bent over on my (unmade) bed, unsnapped the carrier and he never moved.  His body is positioned exactly as it was when he was smashed up against me.  He was tired.