Tuesday afternoon. Watching The Cosby Show. Making lentil stew. Observing Ian explore the entire downstairs. Using exersaucer as a barricade for the stairs. Installed the rubber door stops and outlet covers. Waiting for the baby gates to arrive. Kitchen is no man’s land. I let him crawl in there and he made a beeline for […]Read Post ›
Yesterday he ate some coconut and prunes. Yea, don’t think he cares much yet. But it’s fun to play. And yes, I’m aware that my kid never has pants on. I figure he’s gonna have to wear pants for the rest of his life…unless he’s a dancer, which is my plan.
Obsessed. He watches the movie intently for at least ten minute stretches, which I’m pretty sure is crazy for an eight month-old. He like his daddy. He especially loves the green chameleon, Pascal. He gives an audible gasp when he pops up on screen. We simultaneously feel guilty and proud. Look at our little TV […]Read Post ›
Two teeth. Very clingy. Stranger anxiety. Runny nose (from teething). Cruising. Reaching for everything. Sleeps through the night. Sleeps through smoke detectors. To comemerate this occasion, I had Ian take his first iPhone photos. Fine arts magnet school, here we come!
He kind of looks like he’s wearing a hoarder’s hula skirt, but still…
Mandy Unruh 