The boy can walk

It is the second cutest thing that I have ever witnessed in the entirety of my life.  He does this little side step and I can see the problem-solving skills being developed as he maneuvers his way through obstacle after obstacle in the home of a boarder line hoarder.  Oh man, this is some good shit this walking business...some goood shit.

Arsenic in our infants juice? Is this true Dr. Oz??

Cigarettes or Apple Juice?

after listening to my mother talk about what she "saw on Dr. Oz" about there being arsenic in apple juice I got a little bit alarmed.  What was even more alarming was that one of the brand culprits was a very popular baby brand (I am not naming names, lest these people should see my adorable son and want him for their ad and then we can advocate once we have conquered the American hearts with sheer cuteness).  Needless to say, I will NOT be giving my son this brand of juice...EVER AGAIN.  I will be buying apples and juicing them myself (I cannot actually promise that.).  I wonder if the amount of arsenic is comparable to another item we should not be giving infants?

Anyone got any more info on the topic?

ten going on thirty

My daughter is so grown-up.  She sets her own alarm for school in the morning so that I can sleep until the baby wakes up.  I can't believe she is so independent.  Lately though, she will come in the bedroom right as she is leaving for the bus for me to sign her homework...Half asleep I scribble on the top of her math page.  It resembles something a kindergardener would write!  Now, if her mama could just be as grown-up as she is...

These are my shoes, these are your shoes...We've got issues

For softball last year, my ten year old daughter made me get her cleats only to quit the team after two practices...She has just asked for basketball shoes.  Hmmm.

It goes by so quick?

I know that people are talking about free time when they say this.  It is typically covered up with false intention meaning baby-hood, but that seems to take forever, and my "Me" time?  That's what flies by.  And who thought it would be fun to instill an instinct into the soul of a mother making you deeply miss your child the second you leave him?  That's just cruel.  I have developed "Baby schitzophrenia" in which I swear I hear baby cries even in the dead silence.  I wonder if that will ever go away?  Oops, I think I hear it now...could it be a flare up?

Minions

My son speaks that language.  "Pa-poy?"  It's so cute to listen to him go on and on in that little unknown world of baby babble.  I delight in it.  But I only realize how much when he is sleeping.  Funny how that works.  Speaking of sleep...