Bailey LOVES the outdoors. He can't get enough of the outdoors, neither can I. I can't wait to work on my garden. I wonder if I can build my garden boxes on my own?
I might have to build a box for Bailey too. Every kid has a sandbox, yet a friend of ours has a rock box. It's filled with tiny rocks instead of sand. It's great fun for tractors and diggers!
Speaking of rocks, lately, Bailey has been into tasting rocks. We've visited friends that have river rocks in their yard, he will sit down and sample a pile of rocks. Or he'll carry one in each hand, walk two feet, and trade them in for another pair. Sampling included.
So, yes, I know what you are saying, "Don't make him a rock box". "Eh", I say, "he won't be sampling rocks forever."
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
recovery
Bailey is recovering well and into mischief once again. Slowly gaining back his appetite as I lose mine. He's still in monkey phase where he insists on taking up residence on my hip as I try to cook, clean, or even put on my own socks.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Face up to wake up
...that saying rings through my mind as I'm lurched awake by the sound of my child in the crib (thankfully next to me) choking on his own vomit. I spring from the bed roll him on his side against his will but in the best interest of his poor little lungs.
when he finally fully wakes up he clings to me while I clean out his crib.
I lay several layers of towels down on my bed (of course he misses them the first time around). Each time I drift off to sleep I am woken by a baby flinging himself on his back and vomiting. WHY does he keep doing that?
By three o'clock, 10 dirty towels, and a two loads of laundry we find a sleep button and set it for three hours. Did I mention that we are laying sideways on my very small bed, my pillow hanging off the edge and Bailey's face so close to mine I can smell the scent of we need a shower and I need some Airborne?
By afternoon and a little help from my mom, Bailey is keeping most of his Pedialyte, milk, and crackers down. The doctor prescribes him anti-nausea medication and he's off to his dad's so I can sleep tonight. (Thank you!)
I hope the little guy sleeps good tonight, he has to be exhausted.
when he finally fully wakes up he clings to me while I clean out his crib.
I lay several layers of towels down on my bed (of course he misses them the first time around). Each time I drift off to sleep I am woken by a baby flinging himself on his back and vomiting. WHY does he keep doing that?
By three o'clock, 10 dirty towels, and a two loads of laundry we find a sleep button and set it for three hours. Did I mention that we are laying sideways on my very small bed, my pillow hanging off the edge and Bailey's face so close to mine I can smell the scent of we need a shower and I need some Airborne?
By afternoon and a little help from my mom, Bailey is keeping most of his Pedialyte, milk, and crackers down. The doctor prescribes him anti-nausea medication and he's off to his dad's so I can sleep tonight. (Thank you!)
I hope the little guy sleeps good tonight, he has to be exhausted.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
bath time, splash!
Bailey figured out how to get in the tub all by himself. I'm sure there was some head in first action. I suppose he's gotta learn to swim somehow.
Next time, let's get all your clothes off first!
Next time, let's get all your clothes off first!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
walk in the park
Bailey and I walked (yep, he walked) the two blocks to our park. Here's the walk in the eyes of the child:
oh, orange peel I pick it up. we walk along the sidewalk. We watch a waterfall. Mom points out a creek.
drop orange peel, trade for a rock for each hand.
oh, a fence my size! place rock on fence.
mom, says, "okay, hold my hand it's time to cross the street."
argh! stop holding my hand! I want to pick up these black rocks that seem to be stuck to the ground and you call "a part of the street".
Walk through rose garden. oh, a leaf! pick up leaf. Mommy says that come spring or summer there will be blossoms of red, pink, orange, and white.
there's a step down, get down on ground to start going backwards down step, but first drop leaf over edge. uh oh, my leaf is lost among the other leaves. oh well.
step down.
oh pretty girl, what is she doing? run over to her area and watch her feed the squirrels. oh, there is Gracie (our cat came on the walk with us).
find stick, pick it up. Mom is calling, I'd better follow.
"look at the birds, Bailey there is a ..." yeah, whatever mom these guys are noisy.
mom is walking again, better follow. squish.
"look at the colors on this bird, Bailey." neat, mom.
I find little rocks to play with. I try to sample them but mom doesn't let me.
I find a bigger rock and carry it with me.
Mom walks on about 15 feet away now. should I follow? okay there is a man with a little dog coming toward me. Here comes mom. "oh, sorry I didn't see you, I was worried he was lost." says the man as he walks away.
Mom picks me up since I am still refusing to follow her. "oh no Bailey, you stepped in dog poop" she says. I don't know what she is talking about, but she's now rubbing my feet in the grass and rolling up my pant legs. okay, this is not fun, I'm ready to walk again.
We walk around the cages and I really want to go in the street. Mom, says no, it's not safe and puts me back up on the sidewalk, now she's blocking my way. I cry and try several times, she puts me in the stroller.
Mom shows me these ducks arguing. She whistles for Gracie and we are on our way home now.
That was fun can we go again mom?
oh, orange peel I pick it up. we walk along the sidewalk. We watch a waterfall. Mom points out a creek.
drop orange peel, trade for a rock for each hand.
oh, a fence my size! place rock on fence.
mom, says, "okay, hold my hand it's time to cross the street."
argh! stop holding my hand! I want to pick up these black rocks that seem to be stuck to the ground and you call "a part of the street".
Walk through rose garden. oh, a leaf! pick up leaf. Mommy says that come spring or summer there will be blossoms of red, pink, orange, and white.
there's a step down, get down on ground to start going backwards down step, but first drop leaf over edge. uh oh, my leaf is lost among the other leaves. oh well.
step down.
oh pretty girl, what is she doing? run over to her area and watch her feed the squirrels. oh, there is Gracie (our cat came on the walk with us).
find stick, pick it up. Mom is calling, I'd better follow.
"look at the birds, Bailey there is a ..." yeah, whatever mom these guys are noisy.
mom is walking again, better follow. squish.
"look at the colors on this bird, Bailey." neat, mom.
I find little rocks to play with. I try to sample them but mom doesn't let me.
I find a bigger rock and carry it with me.
Mom walks on about 15 feet away now. should I follow? okay there is a man with a little dog coming toward me. Here comes mom. "oh, sorry I didn't see you, I was worried he was lost." says the man as he walks away.
Mom picks me up since I am still refusing to follow her. "oh no Bailey, you stepped in dog poop" she says. I don't know what she is talking about, but she's now rubbing my feet in the grass and rolling up my pant legs. okay, this is not fun, I'm ready to walk again.
We walk around the cages and I really want to go in the street. Mom, says no, it's not safe and puts me back up on the sidewalk, now she's blocking my way. I cry and try several times, she puts me in the stroller.
Mom shows me these ducks arguing. She whistles for Gracie and we are on our way home now.
That was fun can we go again mom?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
New Year, New Blog
It's time to switch this blog up. Bailey and I have good times despite the mommy mishaps and B's head bonks. These memorable moments really should be shared, enjoyed, and laughed at by our loyal friends, forgiving family, and random strangers.
Because damn it, it's okay that I forgot to feed Bailey dinner last night, I put a diaper on a fully dressed child the other day, and Bailey peed in my closet this morning.
Because damn it, it's okay that I forgot to feed Bailey dinner last night, I put a diaper on a fully dressed child the other day, and Bailey peed in my closet this morning.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Let's go back a little bit, to our fun September adventure
This September to celebrate Grandma Sharon's birthday we went to Bend, OR. The first day we went for a hike and stroller ride along the river. Another day we went for a bike ride. Grandpa Dan pulled Bailey. We also ate some delicious Mini Chocolate Chip Vanilla Cake that I have made five times since then...it's that good!
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Boy, I'm behind on updates. So sorry. We've been having fun watching this little baby turn into a little boy! He started walking before his first Birthday. It melts my heart to go back through photos from the beginning as I update our photo album. I miss my baby, but I love watching his new accomplishments and discoveries.
Here are a couple of photos.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
thanks for this laugh!
When referring to a baby, "cruising" means:
a) Driving around with the top down
b) Checking out cute girls at a nightclub
c) Playing shuffleboard on a large oceangoing vessel
d) Staggering from one piece of furniture to another like a drunk
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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