I craft. I bake. I cook. It is my thing, it makes me happy to be that crazy person who makes tiny hamburgers out of cupcakes and brownies.
Alex’s cousins Danny and Jack were visiting from St. Louis and I thought it the perfect time to make the faux-burgers, after seeing them last year on Bakerella. There was initial disappointment upon learning they were not actual sliders…
But that transitioned quickly to excitment about the deliciousness that is cupcakes, brownies and icing smushed together.
This past week Alex and I went on a lovely, relaxing, quiet (which = no Zachary) trip to St. John in the USVI. The Wall’s kept Zach and I received this picture while we were gone. It was nice to see that they kept with my tradition of a pants-less child. Wouldn’t want the shock of wearing pants to upset him or anything.
Not to any one’s surprise Zach is a talker. Well, it is not really fair to call it “talking” since only I (and sometimes Alex) can really understand him. I used scoff at my friend Sonia for saying that her son talked all the time when I could not understand him. Ummm….payback is a you-know-what and that is now my child.
Even if no one can understand him but me, he has a lot to say. A lot. We can hear him in his bed first thing in the morning, running through all the words he can say, including shouting “Mine!” to his stuffed monkey, pointing to the “eyes” on his frog and singing Baa, Baa Black Sheep. I finally got a video of him saying some things (pretty) clearly. All the others where I was sure he was going to be seen for the child talking genius he is sounded like I was recording a bird chirping. Which is probably why only I can understand him, as I have been known to speak/shriek in such a pitch only dogs can hear.
This water table used to have legs. This water table had legs until a baby figured out he could climb into it and pretend it was a pool. A pool that was about a foot off the ground. A pool that was not unlike the other pool that is already on the ground out in the yard.
This baby used to have pants. This baby had pants until his mom realized he was not wearing a swim diaper and was taking all the water out of the pool with him into his diaper.
Most days I try not to cook dinner while Zach is awake. It always leads to a battle, both with him over my attention and with myself by feeling guilty for not interacting with him. But sometimes it has to happen. I finally got the idea to have him “help me” make dinner. He sat and played with these three (empty) bowls for a good 15 minutes. It was lovely.
Until he abandoned his utensils and decided to climb up my legs and attept to kick my sore foot to get attention – while I was stirring a hot pot of cheese sauce. I wish I could say I came up with a great parenting technique to handle that one, but alas, I just stood on one foot and said “Zach, no! That is Mommy’s boo boo foot. Stop kicking Mommy’s boo boo foot!” until the sauce was ready.
When I picked him up from daycare I saw this:
That is not the outfit I put him this morning. Turns out that is the “backup” outfit I had at school. Apparently I need to update that backup plan to include clothes that fit, are in season and do NOT include socks with sandals.