The Babysitter and Activity Girl

Our most visiting visitors came to visit again! We rewarded them by having some of the hottest days we've had around here all summer.

We always love it when the Babysitter and Activity Girl (so dubbed by our friend Kerry) grace us with their presence. Dan loves babies and Friday Night Lights, Lydia loves bubble tea, and I wowed them with my milk-producing super powers.

Noah also really enjoyed living the high life in their arms.

You know you've got yourself some lifetime friends when you can spend countless hours talking and laughing about all matters under the sun, including (ahem) a very spirited discussion on human anatomy.

That, and comparing iphone apps, are apparently enough to entertain us. Indeed, pretty fabulous times were had by all!

Here comes trouble

The Picnic Fail

A few weeks ago, we eager beavers decided to try for a picnic on a Sunday afternoon at our nearby park. Cheese, crackers, hummus, blueberries, ginger soda, salami, and sourdough bread for us, milk for Noah.

We were feeling pretty proud of ourselves for pulling this off.

Minutes after we settle, we notice a swarm of wasps hovering in the nearby grassy area. Being the nervous first-time parents we are, we thought it would be safer to move across the park.

At the exact moment Terah had crossed the lawn with our stroller and picnic regalia, Noah decides to regurgitate the entire contents of the bottle he had just downed. I'm not talking mouthfuls. The. Entire. Bottle.

The following scene ensues: I'm yelling for Terah to come back and help me, Terah's rushing back, the stroller catches on some bump in the grass and topples over - spilling our belongings all over the grass, and Noah continues to gift us with a firsthand view of what's in his stomach. And did I mention everyone was staring at us?

Needless to say, our picnic ended up on our dining room table. With Noah in a fresh change of clothes!

Father and son

I woke up last Saturday morning to Terah proudly showing me this clip of how he kept Noah entertained. Please especially note the burp cloth shoved between the seat and the baby to catch all the spit up our son produces.

Non-refundable

After yet another long evening of struggling to calm our little monster down and putting him to bed, we sometimes plop our tired bodies on the couch for a few minutes and our conversations often go something like this -

Michelle: We can't return him, can we?

Terah: I don't think I ever want to do this again...

Is being a parent rewarding? Terah thinks it will be once Noah becomes a professional baseball player that gives us lots of money. In the meantime, we'll have to settle for watching him happy and growing. And growing he is!

He has discovered how to stand up in his bouncer. Yikes!

King of the world

Crazy hair is... still crazy

Making it difficult to feed

Although we can not sit, we insist on sitting up

One of my all time favorites