It wasssn't me occifer! ~hic~

Again, how cute is this boy? No, really?

-J

I don't like you!

This week Sean's regular sitter is on vacation and we found other people to watch him - his godmother one day and my cousin the other days.

Today when I picked him up, my cousin's wife, Anna, brought Sean out to me right away.

"He's be so upset today. When he looks at Jesse he puckers his lip and starts to cry. So I'm bringing him out to you to get him happy."

Then she goes back in the house and brings the rest of his gear to my car. And sit with Sean and get him to smile. And he was hungry, so I fed him.

Anna and I chatted while I fed him. She said:

"I guess Jesse hasn't been home when Sean was here before. I didn't think about that. Jesse got home early today and took Sean for me. He got scared and started all-out crying. I took him outside to get him to calm down."

I laugh. Silly boy!

"When I took him back in Sean would look over at Jesse, pucker out that lip and wimper. I kept telling him, 'Quit looking at him!'"

I guess Sean is used to men with beards. Sorry Jesse!

Take What You Get

Here are some photos of Sean.

I was inspired by the PW's style of using lots of pictures and few words.

I was out with Sean at a restaurant last night. It was a beautiful day and we sat outside for a while until the sun went down.

Once inside, I glanced over the menu and had a friend put in my order. Clam chowder. It was not my usual, but quite delicious.

Some older women were in a booth nearby called out to me:

"You have such a cute baby."

"And he is such a good baby. He is so quiet."

"There was another baby in here earlier, and she was not quiet."

It was nice to receive a compliment.

Shortly after the two women left, Sean got tired. And fussy. And loud.

You take what you can get, right?

Roll Over!

This week Sean rolled over from back to belly. Now he can roll both directions.

What a cutie! I'm biased. I know.

Two Toofers!!

Holy Moly!! Sean is just over four months old, and he is growing so, so, so fast, it is just unbelievable. So far our little guy has rolled over, is starting to sit up, can stick his tongue out and make farty noises, and then last night POP! A tiny, little toofer (that's tooth for non-baby readers) poked through on the bottom. We were so excited, it was really neat to see his little toofer, and of course, I warned Mary to look out whenever she fed him. The little guy can't have just one, and sure enough by this afternoon he had another toofer poking out right next to the first. The little guy is just growing so fast! I can hardly believe it, but he is something special. Just wanted to let everyone know about his two toofers! Talk to you later. -J

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Josh!!!

I love you.  You are the most wonderful husband I could imagine.  You are such a good father and husband.  I cannot complain one bit.  

Everyone else is starting to realize how wonderful you are, too.  Not only are you the only one in your internship class who got an job interview, you have interviewed with 3 schools so far.   One school thought you were so great (I could have told them, but they didn't ask me), they offered you a job.  And another school really thinks you are something special, too - they asked you to come for a second interview.  They really like you.  I think they might even fight over you!!  Ha ha! 

Wow.  You are popular.  Congratulations, my dear! 

Happy Birthday, Josh!  I love you.

Blogging

I enjoy reading blog posts very much.  I really do.  It has become something of an addiction.  But I excuse it because how long does it really take to read a post?  Not that long.  And I'm keeping up with the lives of people I know.  Well, most of the blogs I read are written by people I know.  Some of them are pure strangers.  But they let me share in their lives by putting their stories out there in cyberspace and I feel like I've gotten to know them.  Who knows, maybe they feel the same way about me?   

Probably not.  But who's counting?

 Anyway.

 It is so much more difficult to keep my blog updated than to read a post.  I want to, and I often think of ideas to write about.  And then it just doesn't happen.  It doesn't get written.  The words just swim around in my head getting dizzy.  I'm rather busy at work these days, which makes for a week that seems to fly by.  And I struggle to get the essential chores done before it is time to go to bed.   And the words of the blog post go to dreamland with me.

 So what am I trying to say?  Well, that all of you who can find the time to write, I will read it!  And I'm sorry to you who want to read mine and are continually disappointed that my posts are so infrequent.  I'll try to do better.  But I'm not making promises.