If you are, or ever have been, 6 months old, join me for Burning Bottom 2005!
Festivities begin shortly after midnight. A light snack will be followed by rocking and snuggling.
Then it's time to play! Naked Bottom is a favorite... lie on your stomach with your heinie in the air!
The real excitement begins with the diaper change and application of ointment. With luck, you might also get a dose of something to kill the pain (whee!). Another light snack will be offered.
Post-snack opportunities abound. Take a ride in the swing! Listen to hot new band The Daddy Snorers! In general, have fun!
With luck, you won't make it back to your crib until 3 a.m. (or later!).
Bonus: Parental Unit M (the milk maker) might eat chocolate during the festivities, guaranteeing an especially tasty breakfast treat.
Hop on over to my place and give it a try! Hope to see you there!
Your buddy in bare-behind-ness,
Used to be, I'd put Otto in his swing while I showered and he would nap. The swing was our magic sleep potion, guaranteed to put him out in 15 minutes or less.
Used to be, he fit in there just right, cradled from head to toe, warm and comfy.
Used to be, he loved the animal mobile more than anything, cooing and waving at them, crying if they stopped going around.
Used to be.
Now he's big enough to stay awake during the rocking.
Big enough to play with the toys on the tray.
Big enough to lean out and look over the side, captain of his own little boat, watching as toys fall and imaginary waves go by.
Well, Otto's cold has morphed into a nasty ear infection. I stayed home with him yesterday (mainly because he wouldn't sleep unless I was holding him) and we went to the doctor's office, then Target yesterday afternoon for drugs. He's feeling better today although I don't think he was that excited to be at day care again. Still, he's only there a few hours today. I dropped him off at 11, since I work until 8 tonight.
He only has to take the antibiotic once a day and it's strawberry cream flavored. He seems to like it ok, although he makes a funny face when you squirt it in. Target has really nice packaging for drugs now. They gave me a bottle with a special insert that lets me poke in the syringe, flip the bottle upside down, and draw out the medicine without spilling or making a mess. It's very ER. I quite like it.
Naturally I went straight home and looked up what Dr. Sears has to say on the topic. I'm hoping that this isn't a sign of things to come. Jon and I both had chronic ear infections when we were little, as so many babies do. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
We've been busy bees since Thursday. Otto has a little cold, the kind that makes both his nose run and his eyes fill up with gook. Poor kid - I bought him some super-soft tissues today. His little nose is getting raw. Other than that he's great, eating like a monster and playing all the time. He wears us out - sitting and playing with neat toys isn't enough. He has to have mom or dad there playing with him, or helping him stand, or making him fly in the air.
He's so fun. No wonder the grass is long and the house is a mess.
Thursday night was the world-famous, amazing, stupendous, Manchester Chicken Broil. They serve 14,000 people half a broiled chicken, special secret-recipe coleslaw, a roll with butter, a bag of chips, and 3 big fat radishes. It's pretty impressive. 14,000 people is twice the number of people in my service area, so it's a lot for little Manchester!
Friday morning I stopped on my way to work to check out some used shelving, offered by a board member who works in a special library and recently moved to new space. The old building has been vandalized beyond recognition and the shelving was pushed over so it fell domino-style against the wall. We had the security guard with us and he had a bat in hand. He's chased more than 50 kids off the property and the police have picked up and ticketed more than 100. It was creepy to be there, even in the bright light of a summer morning. If we decide to take the shelving we'll have to go during the day, during the week, when the security officer can be there with his baseball bat. I took a few photos, of course.
Last but not least, we spent a pleasant day yesterday getting sunburned at the A2 art fairs. Otto had a good time, Jon had a good time in between getting work calls, and I found some Christmas gifts. And, naturally, took some photos. Only not as many as I would've since I ran out of memory stick space.
Having fun yesterday means, of course, that I'm still not quite caught up with laundry. But that didn't keep me from shopping the sales last night at Kohl's. I found one work-worthy outfit, a nice weekend-worthy outfit for our trip to Toronto, and a swimsuit on final markdown that set me back all of $15. A good haul.
And a good weekend!
Jon frequently gives me a hard time, watches me get riled, and then laughs at me (I guess the subsequent death threats keep his life interesting). One of his favorite topics, guaranteed to make my eyes squinch up and my nose wrinkle and my mouth turn down, is "the Jeep dream."
I have nothing against the Jeep Wrangler, as long as neither I nor my dog or child are sitting in one. We've looked at Jeeps. We've test-driven Jeeps. They're unsafe, uncomfortable, and unattractive. We're not die-hard four-wheelers, so I will not be persuaded that we need a Jeep. Yet Jon continues his little fantasy, throwing longing looks at used-car lots, enthusiastically pointing out the latest features on new iterations each year. I remain unimpressed and unimpressable.
I know, I know - poor Jon. He's such a nice guy. He deserves to have fun driving around in the mud and winching himself out of ditches.
Well, I think I have the answer. It is THIS awesome little machine.
It could solve Jeep envy forever. Then his only problem would be wrestling the keys out of my hot little hands. Warning: I kick. Hard.
Before Amanda and Liam went home we lined our little guys up for a photo shoot. Here's what we got:
Jake: yawn. sit. stay. boring!
Otto: ooh! flashy light!
Otto: Jake is soft!
Liam: Moooooom! Why are you making me sit here?
Jake: I could use a nap. Yeah, a nap sounds really good.
Otto: Liam? I think you should stay awhile longer. And I really like your shirt. A lot!
Liam: Lemme go!
Jake: You're alright, kid. For a pup.
Otto: I like you, Jake! You're fun!
Liam: Whew. Glad to have my shirt back. Can I go play again now?