Thanksgiving 2015

Happy happy, everybody!

We had a nice Thanksgiving in Nashvegas. We started out the morning at home hanging out together, and then headed over to my parents' house for the annual bitchfest that is the Christmas card photo shoot. Much gratitude. After that was out of the way (and everybody but me and the kid started drinking), moods improved and we were all happy by meal time.

Somebody's been enhancing the silver. Culprit remains at large.

A light post-meal read

We are thankful.

We hope your Thanksgiving was happy and healthy.

20-Week Photo Shoot (Round 2)

Round 2 and 3 weeks late...

The 20-week anatomy scan was decidedly less eventful this time around, given that we already knew the baby's sex and had ruled out several major genetic issues thanks to early screening. 

It's still cool nonetheless, and was mostly taking pictures and counting all the body parts. 

profile with hand by face

the bottoms of itty bitty feet

Quotable C

I keep saying to myself, I should write this stuff down...so I am.

C: "Is daddy upstairs?"

me: "No, he had to leave already."

C: *stunned silence, frozen*

me: "Does that make you feel sad?"

C: "No, it makes me poop."

Moral: Don't project emotions on to someone else. They might just be pooping. 

Rainy Halloween with Friends 2015

So...remember last year's costume drama?

This year he was down with being a firefighter, but still wasn't really interested in putting the costume ON. Any time anyone asked what he was going to be for Halloween, he promptly replied "a firefighter." But the execution...wasn't quite there. 

In the end, the World's Most Literal Child just needed it to actually be Halloween. We packed it in a bag, took it to Georgia's house on Halloween night, and he sat down and put it on. 

Is he proud, or what?

Also, she was a fabulous mermaid.

He kept sticking his belly out like this when I said "show me your costume!"

So this is what you get.

These boots were a last-minute impulse buy on Amazon. I thought they might sweeten the deal a bit.

At present, he finds adult decrees that Halloween is over to be arbitrary. He has worn the boots all day every day since Halloween. I'm talking to school, out to eat, to nap, with jammies...you name it. 

This Tuesday also happened to be picture day at school, so they may be professionally captured for posterity. I drew the line at wearing the suspenders to school, but he is wearing a fire truck t-shirt in the picture for sure. Don't judge--that was the compromise arrived at after complex negotiations. Parenting!