Just a Follow Up Post

Little's camo-cast is off, and his last cast (well, not really--his last week long cast; he gets another cast after the surgery next week) is on. It's a beautiful clean white slate, ready and waiting for the awesome idea I already have just waiting in my head. You're going to love it. I'm planning to execute said awesome idea either tomorrow or Friday, so keep a lookout for awesomeness. Coming soon to a blog near you. Or this blog. Yeah, just this one.

And now, I'm going to take my overly creative brain to bed. Because having a two month old is tiring. And I need the sleep. Especially since the Man is coming home in 16 days--I have to rest up now since we're going to be painting the town red in just a few more days! Wow, that feels good to say.

Get This Cast Off My Child!

So, as many of you are aware, I've been doing cast decorations on my son as he has serial casting done on his club foot. It's been a great outlet for my creative side, and it's made for some interesting conversations. This week I decided to follow the creative advice of my husband. In his defense, it was a cool idea...I just didn't have the skill necessary to make it look cool. Unfortunately, once you draw all over a plaster cast, there's no going back. So I've been praying for Wednesday.

Props if you can figure out what it's supposed to be:

On a happier note, here's Littles doing tummy time on the baby afghan Auntie Jennah made for him:

And on that note, I need to get this kid ready for his last cast! Well, not counting the one he'll get after next week's surgery...

Spring? Maybe?

Today we had the first promise of spring. In celebration, I went for a walk and wore shorts. And it felt great. My sister, Littles, and I stayed out until the sun set, walking about five miles, just enjoying talking and pushing the stroller and being outside, instead of being stuck in the apartment hiding from the snow.

Spring has always held a special place in my heart. I think part of it is that we didn't have seasons in Indonesia, and while I love the equatorial tropics, I've thoroughly enjoyed falling in love with the seasons...in more ways than one. The Man and I started dating in the fall, said those fatal three words in the spring, got engaged in the summer, and were married in the winter. All that aside though, I'm always fascinated by the changing of the seasons, and I enjoy them all (yes, even the winter, though being pregnant this time around made it that much more enjoyable). Each one brings something new. The world is a different colour. It has a new taste, a new smell, a whole new feel. It's incredible. I find that I'm looking forward to this spring with as much excitement (if not more) than ever. Biggest thing spring is bringing: the Man. After that, tulips and daffodils, long walks with Littles (and the Man), picnics by the Potomac (with the Man...and the Little Man), blonde streaks in my hair, getting some sun on my skin, sitting outside on our patio (with the Man) to watch the sun set and/or rise, and pretty much anything else involving the Man and being outside.

It's going to be a great spring this year. I can feel it.

Danger Signs

The Man needs to come home soon. Today I actually considered giving Littles some cookie dough. I mean, it just looked so good and it tasted so good that I wanted to share. I love him. I love cookie dough. He would probably like to try it. Thankfully, sanity kicked in before I did, but seriously. This is a little dangerous. I shouldn't be left alone with an adorable baby who would probably really like chocolate chip cookie dough with all its promise of salmonella poisoning!

Bursting Blossoms

I bought daffodils at the store today, and I picked the ones that were still smooth green buds so that I could watch the entire blooming process. Tonight while Littles and I were reading Winnie-the-Pooh, the buds started cracking open. Literally. (Now watch for this smooth segue.) I tried to explain it to the Man in an email tonight, and I'm so glad that he's coming home so that I can stop trying to describe everything via a computer keyboard and start sharing these awesome (and somewhat random) experiences again. I don't know how to put into words the way Little's eyes look like suns over a crinkly ocean when he smiles. I can't adequately describe the diaper that miraculously had poop on the outside, but not the inside. And no, there wasn't poop on the changing pad--that was Mom's idea. I'm serious. It was a miracle. And I can't figure out how to tell him with just a handful of letters and some punctuation marks how much we've missed him and how very glad we are he's coming home.

Miniature Chocolate Chips

Little Man is in bed already (which doesn't necessarily mean asleep) so I should be too, but I ate way too many chocolate chips tonight so I'm feeling rather awake. They were mini-chocolate chips, so they had fewer calories. Naturally. And no, I'm not going to redo my chocolate milk joke.

This is another reason the Man should come home. Or reasonS. 1) I would've eaten fewer chocolate chips had the Man been home because a. I would've had someone to provide some guilt and shame to keep me from indulging so unhealthily and b. he would've made me share and c. I wouldn't have needed so much chocolate if I wasn't living at home with a newborn and without him. 2) I would have much more incentive to go to bed right now...clearly. 3) I wouldn't be trying to get the blogging out of my system before he got home and we went on our anti-internet spree (since we won't need it for long distance communication) because he...would be home. That made so much more sense in my head.

Anyway, blog for the day. And the moral of the story, folks, is that you shouldn't keep adorably edible mini-chocolate chips in your fridge when you don't have someone else living with you to keep you from eating them. However, the moral of the story for the Man is that he needs to come home soon. All in agreement say, "Aye!"

count down?

So, I promised the Man I would do something cool and creative for the blog in preparation for him coming home. This would be so much easier if I was cooler or creative(r), but I will prevail! I'll start by posting a few (cool) pictures...with (creative) captions:

Me and Littles creepily excited about the Man coming home this month:

Little's new cast that reads "Future Coffee Addict and Bibliophile". No, I have not given him coffee yet, but I will if the Man doesn't come home soon!!! Somebody has to help me finish the pot.

On the bottom, it says "Smiggle", his nickname from his Crazy Aunt. The Man needs to come home so that Littles isn't brainwashed into thinking that's his real name.

And that concludes our blog for the day. Bring on the March!