Friday Flashback

Trying to sit in the recliner last September:

Flop!

And now:

 
And making Mommy nervous by showing how fearless he is:

Rawwr!

Wordy Wednesday

(I noticed my "typo" on the sign a few minutes after dropping Grandpa's birthday card and this photo into the mailbox. So much for my years of editing and proofreading. But hey, it's still awfully damn cute. Right?)

Mostly Wordless Wednesday

Self portrait

Friday flashback

Recently, I was looking back through entries on my old blog and came across the post in which I say:

"I have accepted the fact that the universe doesn't want me to have a baby. But there is a part of me that thinks the universe has a grand scheme to lull me into a false sense of security, then years from now, when I'm contentedly settled into my mid-40s -- BAM! -- pregnant. Is it wrong that I think the universe is trying to pull a long con on me?"

In my first post on this blog, I acknowledge saying that. But it wasn't until this week that I noticed the date of that original entry -- Thursday, April 15, 2010. That's exactly one year, minus a day, before I gave birth to Milo.

So, obviously the universe didn't wait years, just months.

In that same post, I say, "It turns out that having a kid is kind of a big job." Heh. Ha. Hahahahaha. How's that for an understatement?

Mostly Wordless Wednesday

Milo mugs for the camera.

Have I mentioned how awesome I think this kid is?

Mostly Wordless Wednesday

Milo vs the Boppy

And the Boppy wins!

Saturday Smiles

Milo and Ripley have been paying more and more attention to each other.

With mixed results.

AACK! I've been kissed by a dog!

Mostly Wordless Wednesday

Ewww!

Milo's first blog post

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"I can feed myself, Mommy"

Hmmm, what do we have here? Applesauce. Can I eat it with my hand?

Ah. This is much easier.

Delicious!

Milo rocks!

Milo rocks out in his gDiaper on the blanket Auntie Melinda made.

(The jury is still out on whether we love or hate the gDiapers. I'll try to post a review when we decide.)

Pain and pine needles

I could be in real trouble here, people. I spent most of the weekend hobbling around. My hips and groin were in so much pain. Is that normal? Is it because of my age? Is it supposed to start this early? Because these next four months are going to be rough if that's the case.

I don't know if I overdid something working out or if I sat around being lazy for too long, but I was definitely sore. It's a little better today -- and I did work out this morning -- but there's still some pain in my hip. I didn't expect to be sore like this for at least another couple of months. It's a little discouraging.

Still, I'm not going to let a little thing like excruciating pain keep me down, and the S.O. and I headed out to the mountains yesterday to find a Christmas tree. We purchased a permit and headed out to Pike National Forest to find a good one.

It was a nice day for Christmas tree hunting. The trees in the forest aren't perfect like ones you'll find on lots. But we're not perfect, so it suits us just fine.

The S.O. sizes up his quarry.

The great hunter with his "kill."

There was just one slight problem. I think we had a case of our eyes being bigger than our stomachs -- or in this case, the living room.

We are so the Griswolds.

We managed to cut the tree down to size without making it look silly, and with lights and ornaments, it looks lovely. I will try to get a picture of it in all its glory this evening, so you can see.

We want to start a tradition of cutting our own tree, but it might not start next year. I can't imagine trudging through the forest carrying a baby and a tree.