Bread and Water

Today was not a good day for the little guy. He didn't sleep well last night from the coughing and the post-nasal drip. And then I got the call at 10:45 that I had to pick him up from daycare because he was running a fever (101.9). He was very lethargic, barely evening holding up his head, so I called the pediatrician, gave him some baby Tylenol, and put him down for a nap. He slept for two hours, and woke up refreshed. Nowhere near 100%, but at least he felt like playing. And eating.

Joey loves his buttered bread. I've been cutting the slice of bread into quarters, but he usually ends up shoving the whole thing in his mouth. (I know he knows how to take bites because he'll bite his waffles.) I figured I'd cute the bread into six pieces this afternoon, but he still shoved the whole thing in his mouth. It is pretty cute to watch.

He ate lunch fine. (He actually liked the veggie burger the second time around.) Took another nap this afternoon, and is back in bed now. Didn't really eat dinner, but as long as he keeps drinking a bit, I'm not going to worry too much yet. His fever did get back up above 102 as I was putting him to bed (it had gone down around 100), but we'll see how tonight goes. I'll keep you posted.

The Space Between

If you've ever been to our house, you know the livig room is not especially big, and there really isn't much for Joey to pull himself up on (except the couches and the tv stand, both of which his uses). I had seen him using the exersaucers at school, so I figured I'd haul ours out of the basement, and let him use it as additional standing support. He did use it for a bit, and then he had some ideas of his own.

Instead of walking or crawling around it, he took great pleasure in crawling THROUGH it. For no real reason at all. I don't even think he really played with the toys on the other side. Just enjoyed figuring out how to get into the thing and then out the other side.

My cute little explorer! We'll have to get some cool obstacle courses for him. They'll of course take up the entire living room, but what's more fun than watching him play? Oh, that's right - playing with him!

Nightmare on My Street

Daddy mentioned that these pj's looked a little Freddy Krueger, so I figured I'd post them up for a vote. What do you think? (And yes, I would've preferred a face shot, too, but they all sucked this morning, so this is what you get.)

Paparazzi

You may have heard me mention once or twice before how much Joey loves The Family Guy. We were playing Wednesday night when the theme song came on.

Need I say more?

He immediately assumed his favorite tv-watching position, on the floor, with a great view of the tv. (Honestly, our living room is not that big, so pretty much anywhere would have a great view of the set.)

And I think he's finally figuring out the paparazzi and the camera's flash. You can see here that after the first flash he squinted a bit, protecting those baby blues from the big flash.

Stand

Joey's been doing lots of standing these days. Doesn't even need a ledge to pull up on. He uses his sneakers much like an experience climber would use their shoes - he digs in and just pushes, trusting the traction he gets. He especially loves to climb on the door in the hallway and pull off the door hanging our friend Christine's son, Kenai, made for us many moons ago. He gets a kick out of.

He also loves to climb up on the refrigerator and pull the magnets off. We don't have many in reach (I've moved quite a few downstairs), but he especially enjoys the Simpsons magnet. Like father, like son.

Killing Me Softly

Let me start this entry with a quick "no, I'm not trying to kill you" to my sister. She's creating a cousins calendar (check out some sample months at rockle-riffraff), and the theme for August is bath time. I promise, I am not trying to ruin your life and make you change any of the photos. But if you so choose, that's up to you.

As you all know, Joey loves bath time. And my camera. So needless to say he was going to do everything in his power to get the camera into the bath tub on Sunday night. Fortunately, Mommy prevailed.

I don't think I even need to comment on this photo. Once again, he is entirely soaked of his own splashing.

This was the crazy hair we had tonight. I think I had officially wet his hair with the wash cloth as I was getting ready to wash it. You can see how fine it is, but he is definitely getting more every day. And you can't see it in this shot, but there is a new little bud of a tooth on the bottom. He's been drooling a lot (literally the spit would just continuously stream from his mouth), so we figured something was cutting, but I finally saw it on last night.

My Buddy and Me

Joey loves his doggy. And Ginny tolerates him well enough. From this picture, you might actually think they like each other. I think in about six more months, when Joey's chasing her everywhere, they'll be best friends. In the meantime, at least there's no biting (from either one).