Goodnight Saigon

The boy has the whole crib to stretch out in, but this is how he sleeps. He doesn't even fit across the crib, but that's the way he likes it. Maybe he's trying to curl up in a ball? And you'll notice a different blanket. We had to retire the Nana afghan until we can get it repaired; there were just too many pulls and I was too worried about him strangling or cutting off the circulation to a hand or foot. I'm sure he'll be happy when he can get it back.

Through My Own Eyes

Sometimes I wonder what the world looks like to him. Down on the floor, always looking up. But he couldn't be more precious.

Storybook Children

Joey "discovered" a new favorite book today. It's called That's Not My Puppy. It has all different textures (which are the reasons the little mouse knows that's not my puppy). Here his ears are too shaggy.

On this spread, he finds his puppy, and his nose is squashy. Which is funny to me, because of course the nose is soft, but not really squashy. Oh well. It's a book he doesn't eat, at least not most of the time, so we'll take it.

We also took a second go at the puffs. It didn't end well, but I think that was more due to his sore throat and maybe eating one too many, and not Joey's inability to figure them out. I still think he might be dissolving them more than chewing them, but we're on to actual solid foods! I'll try Cheerios again when he's safely recovered from his cold/allergies and I don't have to worry about gagging.

In this shot, he's attempting to put a puff in his mouth. His dexterity with these tiny things aren't great, and it doesn't help that if his hands are even slightly wet (which they almost always are from him putting his fingers in his mouth), the puffs stick wherever they happen to be. But he's getting better already, and he'll be there before long. And I think he drank a bit from the sippy cup. I only put juice in there, so he knows he gets a treat if he gets any.

It's Catching Up

I'm a few days behind, so apologies for the mass posting. I think this picture is either from Tuesday, or possibly Friday before our big adventure. Let's just assume it's Friday morning. While Joey was taking his morning nap on Friday, I was checking email and Twitter. Next thing you know ...

We're in the airport! Yes, you heard me right. I found a Tware on United for $111 roundtrip from Chicago to Philly, and how could I pass that up? So away to Pennsylvania we flew. Joey's such a pro at it by now. He'll be ready for transcontinental before long.

If you check out my sister's blog, you'll see lots of great photos from the weekend. (Her husband got her an AWESOME camera for their anniversary or some other special occasion, so we used that for the weekend.) I did manage to snap one of Joey with Nana on my camera, so here you go.

Oh, and needless to say, we were sick by our last day there. Just like last time. This time, though, it's not just congestion. Joey also has a cough, which is just heartbreaking to hear. And maybe post-nasal drip, or the cough just really irritates his throat, because he doesn't like eating his cereal. (Actually, he gags on it, which is again, not a happy sight.) At least he's sleeping better at night, which means he's not as lethargic as he was on Monday. Pretty happy most of the time, which is good, because he's never really been a fussy baby, and my heart couldn't take it anymore.

There's No Place like Home

I've been travelling a lot this week and am currently visiting with my family in Pennsylvania. Check out my sister's blog for some cute pictures of Joey and his cousin Shae (and miscellaneous other relations).

Happiness for Dogs

So I had to command the dog to sit and lay down. No, she did not want to be there. But at least she doesn't snap at Joey. Just a few more weeks until he's dropping Cheerios everywhere, then they'll be best friends.

Not sure how I got them both to look at me, but somehow it all worked out.

Our own little Jr. Rockasaurus. Thanks, Aunt Rachel, for the cool onesie!

Electric Mayhem

Yes, I realize that the title of this blog violates my own "rules," but it was too perfect to pass up. Joey and I were visiting Daddy at the bar tonight, and Joey was a natural on the mixing board. It's Daddy's dream come true!