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Breast Fest '09

Oh Lordy! Where do I even begin. Well... today I decided to take Blake to story time at the library. We ran into a new MOPS friend, and I was delighted. One Mom said "I really come more for the social interaction for myself than my daughter....". A woman after my own heart. Don't tell anyone that my main motivation is not the awesome songs and the three second story. The mere exchange of words other than "ahhhh..blaaaaa...mmmm..." is enough to just keep my mind going all day. So, we started out and Blake got a little fussy, then he started pulling angrily on my shirt...uh oh..plan b. I pull out the pacifier, and he promptly falls asleep. Great so here I sit in a circle of moms and babies, all AWAKE and I am stuck singing "When cow's get up in the morning, they always say good day. Mooo mooo mooo moo that is what they say, they say". I don't even have a baby to sing to. He is out! cold. Soooo.. around 10:30 he decides to wake up. I figure we might as well stay for 10:30 storytime and thus increase our odds of making new friends. (oh and stimulate Blake's brain as well). Round two went somewhat better. We were busy singing the grand ol' duke of York, when I suddenly saw a breast. Yes, a breast. A lady was breastfeeding with no cover. Phew, I looked away. I can do this . "i can so do this" i told myself. I am a hip and progressive mama. (oh who am i kidding, i was horrified, im more straight laced than Billy Graham) (well, usually..) Anyways, I looked again to make sure i wasn't going nuts and there she is, singing along with her breast out. Totally weird. So we keep singing, Blake liked to add his own sad and angry opera.. he wanted to go play. I look around again to see if my baby is the only one that hates these songs, and now lady #2 has pulled her shirt up and her year old is nursing. Let me mention these kids were OVER a year old, not like it was some milk emergency. I mean, what happened to bringing goldfish on your outings? Now its like "baby.. check. diapers...check...braless...check..boobs..check. " Ok lets go! Umm,.. get some cheerios please!! So then I turn to the lady next to me to say goodbye..her son was 9 months, the closest baby to Blake's age. And what is she doing??? NURSING! with a blanket? No, of course not. This is breastfest 2009, and I didn't even realize I was invited. So we left in a hurry, and I made a point of saying ..."WANT TO GO HOME FOR LUNCH???" very loudly to Blake. Although I am sure no one could hear me over the sound of all the babies slurping.

Can't wait til next week.

Mama and Blake hit the library

I love this guy. What better way to spend an afternoon!

The Ugly Baby Contest

Today we went to an event called the "Beautiful Baby Contest", but I refuse to call it that and will henceforth be referring to it as the "Ugly Baby Contest". I know that isn't nice. I know. But nobody said becoming a mother makes you nice. It makes you protective, and patient, and your heart grows a million times bigger... but nobody promised nice. I entered Blake in the contest held at the NEX. (The navy exchange for you civilians!) There was also a crawling derby. I wasn't going to put my eggs in that basket. (haha my eggs already have a basket..haha... ok never mind). We were preparing to leave the house, daddy had dressed Blake in his button down shirt and corduroys. He looked so handsome. He had a bath and his hair brushed and was patiently waiting in his jumper toy. As I loaded the diaper bag, he began to cry. Then he grunted. Then his face got red, and he cried more. Uh oh..you know where this is going. Down the toilet. I scooped him, changed him in record time, and off to the contest we went. Crisis averted.

When we arrived at the store, a table of late teens/young twenty something girls was at a table for the judges. They seemed nice, and didn't look particularly dumb. Looks can be deceiving. I signed in Blake and we decided to let him have his chance at the crawling derby. He is a champion scooter, and very motivated by the dog food and water dish. He races to them, at least 56 times a day. I started to eye up the competition. These kids all had weird names. That was the first thing I noticed. I observed a Kapri, Quinn,Tyrek(?),Raya, some other kid whose name was so jumbled I don't even remember. We will call her Rosalie because it was some form of rosa-something. I could see right away that Blake was CLEARLY the cutest. And if any of you know him one bit, he is also the most charismatic guy around. He loves the ladies, and the judges were all ladies. So where could we go wrong? Right?

Wrong. First off, the "emcee" (read large loud mouth lady) had us go first. I got to the judges and said "this is Blake, he loves girls.."THANKYOU BLAKE" came the booming voice. I quickly added "and crawling to the dog dishes". I tried to get him to smile, but he was very serious. He had his game face on, and was not to be distracted by tickling or plastic keys. We waited for the other babies, who all got way more time to get their smiles out.. (do you sense my bitterness?).

We eagerly awaited the results. I heard talk of a tie.. they started with the fourth runner up. No Blake.. Third runner up No Blake. etc. etc. Grand prize.. I was pumped, I was all smiles. I was beaming with pride.... "KAPRI". Um excuse me? Like the pants...? Like can someone come to the pants department with ? I was shocked. I got myself together though, because it was time for the crawling derby. We still had a chance to shine. I put Blake down, Daddy had his back, and I sat at the finish line. Daddy crawled behind him, I coaxed him on with plastic keys. First he laid on his belly and looked around. Then he started to scoot. Then stupid baby Quinn fell over and started to cry, which distracted him. He looked very concerned for her/him (gender neutral baby). On the end was baby Rosa-whatever. She had to be at least one. She was a cutie with black pigtails. And she howled. Oh did she ever... She cried for her Mama...who sat at the finish line and would not budge to pick her up! I could not believe it. She coaxed her with snacks and a bottle. The little girl rocked on her knees and cried. Meanwhile Blake was scooting away. After being ignored by her parents .. poor little Rosa-whatever crawled to them, crying her eyes out the whole time. Sick, people. Seriously? You are going to torture your kid to win a gift basket full of avent bottles? ridiculous. Anyhow, I wanted Blake to crawl as far as he wanted to Steve and I cheered him on. He pushed his little legs and threw out his arm and slapped the red finish line in a wonderful victory. He didn't win the avent bottles, but he won our hearts as he does every single day. I knew what it felt to be a proud mama.. I could tell Steve was proud too... to see our little guy do his best, and enjoy himself doing it. Heck he even won a consolation prize of squirty plastic bath toys!

What a blessing he is. The other night as I got up for the umpteenth time to soothe him back to sleep I thought, "My life is ruled by a man who has been on this planet 1/46th the time that I have. " I wouldn't have it any other way.

Fowl Language!

So we have a new resident on Larch Drive. His name is... well I can't tell you what his name is. It's too dirty. There is a bird that is insistent on living atop our porch light. Anyone who is anyone knows how i feel about birds. I hate birds. I ABHOR birds. They make me cringe and want to cry all at the same time. The worst punishment I could have is going on the birdwalk at the zoo. So I though that if we named the bird, it would be less alarming and intimidating. Hence, the name. Unfortunately the name is far too inappropriate to write here. If you really want to know, ask me. In person, or via text. So, one night we came home to find... the bird. His alias will be Archie. Archie was on the porch light, pooping all over, and I told steve he better get em! So my valiant husband grabbed the first thing he saw --the toilet brush (remember we are moving, everything is in chaos). He swung at Archie, and tried to scare him. No luck, this is no ordinary bird. Finally-he almost had to smack him before he flew away. We had a few more of these incidents. Thankfully Steve was always home, otherwise I would have had to be housebound. The other night, Archie came back with his girlfriend. Bringin her home to meet the folks I guess...
So I sent Steve out.. armed with the toilet brush of course. He chased them around the carport and they finally landed on a beam, refusing to leave. I held Blake close to me, and ran for my life as fast as I could into the house. All the while saying "BLAKEY I wont let that bird get you!!!!!".
The next time, Archie was mad about the toilet brush. He is very edgy, and when Steve came a-chasin, he fought back. He started divebombing him, and nearly flew into his head, before exiting scene. If anyone knows a bird cowboy. Please call me at 1-800-Archieneedstogo!

Time for an update

I have been the worst blogger ever lately. I cannot even remember the last time I blogged. Oh well, lots of catch up. We moved into a new house. Totally awesome right? Yes, moving with a five month old is a blast. I recommend everyone do it. If possible, make sure you only attempt packing while he is teething hardcore. Provides motivational music! This mama has signed up for yoga in an attempt to stay flexible. (ok get flexible) and stay calm. I am thinking there is something to this "take care of yourself..." stuff. Not that I am not calm.. oh no.. moving a household, being a first time mom, and living 3,000 miles from home all makes for one calm girl. Hah! Ohhh, I have really become a domestic diva. I cannot tell you the joy I am deriving from my new frigidaire washer and dryer. They are front loading, digital screen, eight million settings, and best of all... they make my clothes smell w.o.n.d.e.r.f.u.l- I am seriously like a laundry junkie now. I wash as many loads a day as I can, depending on how much dirty stuff I can rustle up. Then when the timer beeps at the end of the dryer cycle I race to the laundry room and throw open the dryer door and smell the amazing fresh scent. You people with top loaders have no idea what you are missing. Also in household news, I got a swiffer mop and a swiffer sweeper. If you are aspiring to be a domestic diva like me, you HAVE to get these. I enjoy dirt on my floors. I chase it around with my swiffer, capturing each rouge little dog hair. Then I swiffer wet mop it away with the lovely grape-ish scented liquid. Which I am sure is composed of 58 chemicals that have been suspected of causing cancer in the state of california. se la vie. In mommy news, Blake has been introduced to solids!! Well introduced to mush would be a more accurate description. We had been gearing up for introducing baby food for a few weeks when we decided to wander down the baby aisle at the commissary one evening. Steve got excited about all the bananas, and we decided to give Blake his first bites. As Steve pa-roused the flavors, I got a little choked up thinking of my baby getting big. Then I thought "hmm.. he doesn't need me as much now". Well that did it, the floodgates opened, and lets just say, Steve shuffled me outta there before I drowned the other mothers in the tears of a first time mama. My darling husband said "can i feed him? " "Sure"... then he went on.. "but you can give him his first bite". How sweet is that!! He knew what a big deal it was to me. Anyways, i decided to be camera woman, and daddy did the banana honors. Blake was quite perplexed but took to the spoon right away. He is such a perfectly good boy. He did great. Next up was squash. He was not too keen on that, which is a tragedy, because I ate butternut squash for lunch the other day (yes ..just squash). He was a trooper though, and kept on. Along with introducing solids came.. well..lets just say it was time to introduce prunes. He LOVES prunes. Definitely his favorite! What did I learn from all this.....a diaper of three days worth of prunes for dinner is NOT for the faint of heart! So onto the next intro..Peaches! Yum!
Coming up, we have school starting for Steve and I. Blake and I are going to Mops on Thursdays, and doing bible study mondays. Its a busy fall... and Steve and I are trying to fit in ballroom dance lessons too!! Stay tuned for photos. Dancing with the stars here I come. You can call me Ginger. Its my catholic name. Hahahahaha....

How I found Jesus in a failed Lemon Meringue Pie

I am telling the truth when I say that God speaks to me in very mysterious ways. For instance... I have been thinking about the church pie contest for weeks. I have been brainstorming the perfect pie. I finally decided on Lemon Meringue. Everyone says how hard it is to get the meringue to set right and ya da ya da ya da... I decided that I am an intelligent woman and if I can birth a baby I can make a darned pie. So I used the recipe on the cornstarch box and also googled
"lemon meringue pie tips" and "foolproof meringue" I called my aunt for tried and true advice as well. I was armed with beaters and enough lemons to beat the band. I made my crust, and filled it with the filling. I zested lemons so hard that I grated my hand. (Very gross). My lovely assistant Steve watched Blake all afternoon so that I could make this pie. Now for the glorious meringue, I whipped those egg whites in the cleanest bowl you ever saw! They made beautifully stiff peaks and I spread it over the hot topping, sealing the pie as I had been so carefully instructed by my aunt the pie guru! I put the beautiful pie in the oven, the meringue was not really high but good enough I thought. I took it out, and it was beautiful. I let the pie cool and when I returned to it, it had pulled away from the crust and filling. Now don't get me started on the filling, it looked like someone had just peed under my meringue, that is how watery it was. The meringue also had little brownish droplets on it. "Weeping" according to the internet. I was so sure this pie was the path to my success, but alas, I would need another test one.
I decided that I was just too lame to make this pie. I gave up
I traded it in for Chocolate Coconut Pecan and to increase my chances of winning, I also made a Creamsicle pie. (After losing the woman's christmas dinner and chilli contest by a thin margin, i decided i needed to step it up!)
The day started off hectic because Blake and I fell asleep at noon and didn't wake up until 2!! I ran to the store and raided the baking aisle and ran home as fast as I could. Blake was happily playing as I began to melt the butter and choclate for my pie. I read the next step "add eggs...."
WHOA WHOA WHOA ..HOLD the phone! I don't have eggs. I thought "ok I will just ask the neighbors". Well, if you have read any previous posts, you know that is quite a risk. I might interrupt a romantic afternoon, or worse yet, get roped into helping someone spank their kid. I decided that was out of the question. SO I loaded Blake back up in the carseat... (at this point 2 1/2 hours til showtime!) .. I ran to safeway, getting stuck behind every slow person. I passed a case of chicken, showcasing "$5 chicken friday!!! Cold chicken tenders for $5" . Yea, because everyone wants to pay $5 freakin dollars for cold chicken! I plowed on, through my disgust, got my eggs and the sugar that I was also out of and ran through the check out. The cashier admired Blake and said "boy isn't it hard going out with them.. loading up the baby and all their gear"....Hah, you have no idea lady. I regaled her with the story about how I just CAME from the store. As I went back to my car, I loaded the groceries in, while Blake stayed in the cart on the sidewalk (I got a great parking spot thankyou Jesus!) (Because NOTHING irritates me more than giant SUVS parking in the compact spots ). So I went back to get Blake and nearly tripped over this ugly creepy little black bird. So then we had a standoff. Anybody who is anybody in my world knows that i abhor birds. Quite frankly, they gross me out. So I just kept walking toward it, and it would not move, it just kept hopping. So i ran past it, grabbed my baby, and got the heck outta there. Long story short (ok shorter!) I took my pie to church. Pies that is. Set them next to a BEAUTIFUL Lemon meringue. The tallest fluffiest you ever saw. I listened to all the old guys talk about how that was the best one, and their favorite. I pretty much gave up the ghost of winning, and then.....tada... 3rd place! Out of 18! I was so excited ... and guess what ? The lemon didn't even win. God knew that I really wanted to do well, but I just followed my own heart and will. When my path swerved, I gave up on succeeding. I listenned to the "world" (the old men who love the lemon meringue) and I lost confidence in what I had done. Ok I know this sounds INCREDIBLEY CHEESY! But can you see the parallel? So often we take our own paths to success in life . Or take paths to what we think will get us the gold. Instead we end up disappointed. If we seek out God first, it is there we find success. Moral of the story:
Ask God to show his plans to you
and for goodness sake check your darn grocery list before you leave the store!

Jer 29:11 (NIV) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

All Quiet on the Western Front. (Hahaha Got ya!)

It is never ever quiet on this western front. What were you thinking?? The latest adventure in our wild lives is... We are moving. We are all beyond excited. Blake can't even sleep at night because of the sheer thought. Roxy has no idea what we have in store for her. We are moving into base housing away from the bizarre neighbors, the skateboard gang that lives in our complex, and best of all the birds that poop all over my car and live in my eaves. Really what are eaves anyways?

Moving on, we are moving into a three bedroom ranch house with a fenced in back yard and two full bathrooms. We also have a dishwasher.. and that is not even the best part... wait for it... here it comes... We have a laundry room! Wooooo! I am beyond excited. I am just dreaming in visions of Clorox and Tide. I will have stain removal pens in all colors, I will have shelves upon shelves of various fabric softeners, and the best part is I will not have a single quarter anywhere in my house. Why? you ask? Because, my machines are not coin operated!! Now, if only I can convince my husband that the fabric softener does not make his clothes "too soft". That is a direct quote.

Escaping the neighbors will be an added bonus. We really are surrounded by nice people..but things get strange. Like the day Steve woke me up to tell me that the neighbor wanted to borrow my car. Um.....? I have spoken to said neighbor MAYBE three times. Possibly a few more "hellos". "Yea", he continued, "I told her I would send you over". I thought he must be mistaken, but when I showed up on her doorstep...cautiously as her ferocious dog wagged his tail warily and looked ready to pounce... She exclaimed " I think your husband misunderstood" " I wanted to borrow your car, because my daughter is asleep and I need dog food." Hm. Really? Your daughter is 3, is she just going to stay here? I hesitated, my car is very new, but besides that, I love my pretty shiny red car and I had terribly visions of it being totaled. "I have a license, I can show you...." she continued. I told her that I was sorry that my insurance only covered my hubby and I. She seemed disappointed. Huh, I guess I would be too if a random person didn't want to GIVE me their car. We went out later, where she continued to tell me how much her three year old daughter "pissed her off" and how she got three bare-bottom spankings, and time out for hiding her mom's glasses under the couch. This of course was after she had to clean her room. This is the same little girl who climbs up on toys, opens her second story window and looks at me while I clean up dog poo. She never says much, throws occasional toys out at me, sticks her tounge out at me...etc. One day I heard a little voice "The doggie is going poo poo again". Thank you. I love nothing more than cleaning up poop with an interactive audience.
Then there is the couple with the purple mustang. They are very nice and all, but I was walking down the back stretch of yard the other day, chasing the pooping dog with a bag and shovel in hand. I was decked out in my best pj's with a topknot on my head, and I see a smiling face waving at me thru the glass. As fast as it appeared it disappeared. But not before I realized, and he realized that he was in nothing but a bathrobe and his whitey tighties!
Ahhhhh, new neighbors...how i cannot wait to meet you.

I am starting my own home based business

I am thinking that whoever started the catch phrase "home based business" really had a great idea. Someone sits in an airconditioned office overlooking the beach in Miami while a bunch of housewives across the midwest sell candles, cookwear and clothing to fund the lifestyles of some guru that needed to get away from corperate america. I have been stalked by home based business consultants, caught up in the glamour and convinced myself I NEEDED ten color coded tupperware vegetable bowls that collapse, freeze, and wash themselves. Now, there are many great consultants out there, and to them I am truly grateful, it is the "others " that make a bad name.
So based on some recent experiences I am going to create my own. Here is how it goes.
Lets say we are going to sell rocks.
Ok, now you know that you need to sell rocks. These are not pebbles, these are classy, beautiful home decor items. You could not find rocks like this on the beach. No. These rocks are imported from..hmmm.. lets say.. Lithuania. That sounds good.
So in order to sell these Lithuanian rocks, you need to buy a start up kit. That has all the essentials. There are five decorative rocks. A paperweight. (It has felt glued on the bottom--uh you SO can not find THIS on any beach)..not just any felt.. felt made from gentle fibers of organically fed alpacas. It also includes a ultra super duper rock polishing cloth, rock luster spray, and of course a sleek, sturdy carrying bag.
In order to get your starter kit, you only need to put $200 down. This is a steal, because it is a $500 value.
Amazing.
Wow, so now you need to have a party, but that is overdone, So lets call it something catchier. How about a retreat. A rock retreat, where you and your best gal pals can come and get Zen and Karma and unwind. After all, rocks have magic nature powers. (Aha, see , you are becoming intrigued!)
All you have to do is hold them, all shined up with their luster spray, and they will change your life. You can feel the tranquility pulsing through your veins.
If you have a party totaling sales of $1,000 or more, you earn 25% comission
A party totaling sales of $10,000, you make 50% commission. OF COURSE, the average party is $10,000.
The product sells itself. Really.
Any takers?


**Disclaimer, I know some great girls who run home based businesses. This is for the Jehovah Witness style sellers who drive me crazy. As a matter of fact I know a great candle consultant that gave me a tea light that just burned for FOUR HOURS!

****Disclaimer 2,
I have nothing against Jehovah's witnesses other than the fact that they are not going to heaven. I am however very nice to them, and do not endorse the wearing of the "Jehovah's Witness Protection" T shirt that my husband owns. I wish they would stop giving me abortion pamphlets though, I OBVIOUSLY didn't have one!

Cat scratch rage... and I need a highly profitable job.

I have recently decided that I need a highly profitable job, that is low on the work intensive scale. Last night Joy and I went to a Cabi party. If you have never heard of Cabi clothing...well.. don't look it up. Because if you do, you will realize how frumpy and possibly dumpy you truly are and therefore feel compelled to spend your husbands savings account on a new wardrobe. If you want to come to terms with your frumpy self, then by all means google "Cabi Clothing" and prepare to be transformed. When i first saw the clothes, I thought they were mediocre at best, and would NO WAY spend the money on them that they require. Then the consultant called me up to try on a little white furry bolero style jacket..I was sold. All of the sudden I looked like this classicly beautiful 1920's movie star, instead of a saggy, stretch marked, sleep deprived Mama. (haha, ok I didn't look THAT bad when I showed up.. but I needed that sentence for dramatic effect).
Anyways, then came the fun... With all the doors and windows closed (Sorry Peeping Tom), we turned the living room and dining room into a huge dressing room and had a five year old style dress up marathon! We tried on, and discarded and traded, and EVERY piece of clothing looked flattering and beautiful on every woman, whether she was a size 2 (ahem JOY!) or a size 12. I know I sound like a commercial, but I would totally recommend anyone having a party, also because it is SO darn fun! We mixed and matched and I fell in love with a ruffly beethoven blouse. (Google it!), I went from Equine classic country beauty, to edgy rocker chic in less than ten minutes. Blake fell asleep on the couch, and three hours after I arrived, I left a changed woman! I came home starry eyed to my sleepy eyed husband who met my excitement with a 'mmhhmm'. He clearly didn't understand how life changing these clothes were going to be for us. If only we spent our extra money every month on a few pieces, I would have the whole collection in no time!! I shoved the catalog in his face. I took the laptop from him and brought up the website and he listed to my speel, smiling all the while and acting as if these clothes were insanely interesting, as any wonderful husband would do. As he saw me drooling over the grab and go jacket..he realized this was serious! I assured him I am going to have a party so that I can get a half priced item or two. Little does he know that about six dressing and undressing women are about to take over the house, which means he will have to find somewhere else to spend the evening!
I fell into bed with visions of grandeur as far as my wardrobe, only to be awoken ..not by my beautiful boy, but by a howling cat. This is the THIRD night in a row. If I was really gutsy I would leave a note on the door that says
Dear Lovely neighbor whom I overheard talking with your boyfriend,
I am sorry that he has cheated on you and with someone who "doesn't mean anything to him". He is clearly "paying attention to YOU, now. Baby". I am saddened to say that you recent afternoon "activites" were overheard by the whole neighborhood. I am surprised that you would be so quick to forgive him. However the promise of his "$18 an hour for unemployment checks" is pretty enticing. This brings me to my other point. Apparently your home is enticing to your cats at 4 in the morning. You fail to let them in every night and I have to listen to them squall their faces off trying to get your attention. There is no way you could be sleeping through this. Some nights they fight with each other which is alarming to wake up to, and other nights they work together to break in. They are like very loud ninjas. I witnessed them scaling your house, and climbing up the window screens in order to try and find you. They would crawl about fifteen feet up the side of your house and then fall back down. Over and over they went. I listened to each failed howl of despair. Much like my own despair at losing sleep. At least I could think about the Beethoven blouse. If you could be so kind as to let them in at night, I would be much obliged.
Sincerely,
The sleep deprived soon to be stylin mama!

NY, NY ...

Well, the Boldt family just returned from an amazing trip to NY! It was so much fun, I think we packed an activity into every second of every day without an ounce of downtime. Blake was such a good boy, he slept on the plane rides, adjusted to the time change without incident, shared smiles and giggles amongst a slew of relatives, and he was even perfect during his baptism. Here are a few photo highlights.

I personally had an amazing time, and I can tell that Steve really benefited from a vacation too! I know this because he was raring to go for work at 6am on our first day back. (Heh...might have something to do with the time change!). Speaking of which, he just got another promotion! I am looking toward the white house with all of these promotions ...you can start calling me "The First Lady".. anytime!

Roxy really loved her vacation as well. Our dear friends Joy and Jon watched her, but also gave her a real dog-cation! They provided playmates (Zeus and Thor the Great Dane puppies), took her for walks on the beach, re-taught her how to walk on a leash, and even gave her a bath!

Rollin, Rollin Rollin, keep that baby rollin!

Blake is SO close to rolling over it's crazy. I mean he rolls all the way to his side + some! I am sure that he will be doing it by tomorrow or the next day. He gets mad after awhile though and starts to yell! It pretty much infuriates him to not be able to get where he wants to go. What a trooper though, he sure tries hard! He has also started to laugh, it is the most adorable thing that I have ever heard. He tries so hard .. it comes out as a little "hehh" "hehh" but yesterday, he got out quite a big giggle! It was so awesome. On a more dire note, we have been battling cradle cap. I almost typed cradle crap. Which is what it should be called. Really, poop, spit up and boogers don't gross me out, but do not get me started on cradle cap! eeeek!

We are headed home to NY in two weeks, and as luck would have it, the lake is being treated with weedkiller right when we get there. Oh well, I am so happy to be going home, they could fill the lake with boogers and I would glady wade into them. (see I told you I am a HARDCORE mama now!).

Roxy has taken a renewed interest in Blake and if she isn't watched, I will find her spontaneously stopping by to lick up his whole face! Blake used to be alarmed by this. Now he opens his mouth wide (as if she has some tasty beverage to offer besides his usual milk), and today he giggled at her. But the sweetest thing was before she launched her lick attack, she looked at him, and he reached his little pudgy hands up to her face and cradled her face in his hands, I wish I would have had the camera!

Thats all for now folks! ***In the above pictures, I placed him on the floor on his back.
***he requested that shot of himself in the basket, I dont know why he looks so mad! :) heehee