A photo from yesterday, for today, since today was spent roaming around town, getting coffee and flirting with the ladies at Starbucks, then window shopping and flirting with the ladies at Pier One, then taking a quick catnap before flirting with the nurses at the doctor’s office (until she gave us four shots), before taking one last teensy-weensy catnap and flirting with the ladies at Daddy’s school.
Then we came home and had one seriously huge screaming fit at bedtime, which only ended after Mommy started whistling (“Alouette”, then “Sur le pont d’Avignon”, then “God Will Take Care of You”, which caused us to cease screaming and stare in wonder, then finally fall asleep.
Post-bath and pre-bedtime, I lay Remy down on the floor.
Tonight I put on a Chopin record for us to listen to as he stretched out on the rug.
I wonder what he thinks about.
The feel of the carpet, the brightness of the piano, the breeze from the fan?
What do you think about when you don’t yet have a vocabulary?
Can’t believe how much he’s changed. Can’t believe we’re almost halfway through our first year.
Can’t believe he’s still got blue eyes (we were sure he’d get his dad’s brown ones!)
Can’t believe all that dark hair fell out, and is growing in reddish-blonde.
Can’t believe he’s three times the size he was at birth. (And a scheduled breast-fed baby!)
Can’t believe he’s been teething for five weeks, and we STILL don’t have any sign of a tooth.
Can’t believe he can spend all that time in the jump-up without collapsing from exhaustion.
Can’t believe he’s ours. He’s way cuter.
We found this lovely chair at a yard sale. I think we might have paid $15 for it. Maybe $20?
I think it’s been in every room in the house, so far.* Someday I’ll recover it, and fix the cracked arm, and pass it to my children and their children and their children’s children.
*not the bathrooms. Or the guest room. But everywhere else.