And the Snot Runneth Over...

That time of year again...

You know, where tissues and "snot rags", (aka the burp cloth I use to wipe Finn's face), take over the house.

I'm blaming Finn because he got sick first. Just a cold, mind you...but a messy one. Preceded by vomiting and then combined with all the drool....not pretty, people. Not pretty.

(This cold also makes our sleeping situation kind of complicated. Because Finn's nose gets all stuffed up at night I let him sleep in our bed for a little bit, propped up on a pillow and all, until he clears up. But he is a mega bed hog (on my side of the bed at least) and I end up sleeping somewhere near the end of the bed and Luke....to avoid the crater on his side of the bed... has taken to sleeping on the floor. So now you can imagine a small child who basically has a whole California king bed to himself. Jeez.)

And now, I've got a cold, too....minus the drool and snot all over my face. Thankfully, I know how to blow my nose. And soon Luke will, too because that's how it works 'round here.

Thankfully we're functioning sick people, which means I'm not sequestered to the house all day and I can spread my germs to everybody! Everybody!

You're welcome :)

Other than that disgusting update, Dr. Who premiere tomorrah! (Laura, no spoilers!)...it's like my birthday and Christmas combined only better because there is pizza, wings, and possibly Rubio's involved. And Matt Smith...mmmm, Matt Smith.

Side note: Finn's party is no longer Dr. Who themed....$25 for a pack of EIGHT Dr. Who plates and same with the napkins....we're going dinosaur thank you very much.

In lieu of a snot-covered Finn picture, I'll leave it at this:

Dr. Who...that is all.

Waylaid...

Hey blog, it's been awhile.

Don't blame me, summer really is a busy time. We've got things to do, people to see...all that.

Plus, I have a new blog project in the works...and blogject if you will. Which is consuming a lot of my extra time. This blogject will be revealed once some actual progress has been made. It has something to do with writing. And possibly postmodernism. Aren't you excited??!

In any case, we made it home from California and the return trip went much smoother than the arrival trip. No dropping things, no running out of time to change diapers, happy baby, all that. By the end of the plane ride, Finn was flirting so much with the stewardess and neighbors that I felt less like his mom and more like his wingman.

Speaking of the little monster...he is 11 months old today!!!!! One more month 'till the big PARTAY!!! It is tentatively robot themed. You'll all be receiving a personal, hand written, invitation in your mailbox. Finn will be hand-writing these invitations, soooo good luck deciphering that.

New developments, you ask? He's now got FIVE teeth. They just started sproutin' like weeds. Thankfully he took it pretty well.

What he didn't take well was tripping HARD and landing on the baby gate that I didn't put away, busting his lips AND gums open. There was blood. Lots of it. And then there was the few hours after the incident where he couldn't have a pacifier. Scary times (P.s. There is, apparently, a window of opportunity between 9 and 10 months where you are supposed get rid of the pacifier lest they have it for, basically, their whole life. We missed that window). But he's all better now :)

Also, the kid is getting kind of an attitude. If you're not me (which I hope you're not) you'd think he's the sweetest thing to step foot on this planet. He bats his eyelids, waves, smiles all that cute stuff.

But of course when I'm with him alone its all, "noooooo, I'm not going to eat that!" and "I want to eat your phoooone! Give iiiiit!" and "I'm never taking a nap so long as you're here!"

Now the truth is out there.

But really, 95% of the time he's very amenable to the things I have to say. He might even agree with me on occasion. Maybe.

And last but not least, he's wogging. It's a combination of walking and jogging. He doesn't have his running stride down yet, but he's definitely walking really fast. Hence, wogging. Much of the time (though increasingly less and less) it ends with him splatting somewhere. Splatting=another good word of mine. I'm pioneering vocabulary like Shakespeare. Shakespeare!

So grown up :)

Looks Like We Made It...

...thanks for the intro, Barry Manilow!

We made it to California. Boo ya! It was Finn's 5th time on an airplane but alas, it was the first time it was just me and him. Together. By ourselves. Alone.

It was stressful but the good thing about it is when people see someone struggling (and by struggling, I mean dropping bags, car seats, bottles and blankets simultaneously while chasing after an escapist 10 month old) they tend to help out a bit. Which is always awkward when people are picking up your stuff, but whatevs.

(On a side note, I got a Petunia Picklebottom bag specifically for this trip thinking it would be great for travel but it really wasn't. It was so bulky I couldn't get anything out of it on the plane which made both me and Finn very sad. I'm sticking to my Storksak thank ya vary mach.)

Thankfully, Finn is the biggest shmoozer to ever grace an airport. He bats his little eyelids, waves, claps, whatever it takes for people to oooh and aaaaw over him and therefore notice my plight.

And then there was the guy standing next to me with his little boy at the boarding gate going, "My kid is just so....awesome...I mean really just....awesome!" That's verbatim, FYI. Gotta love airports.

All struggle-age aside, we're here and Finn's having a total blast. Naps go out the window when there is an un-babyproofed house to explore. The excitement of new territories to explore just overwhelms the little guy with happiness until he's red in the face. This could get dangerous.

Danger being added by the fact that crawling has gone out the window. Walking is his new thang. Crawling is sooo two weeks ago. He won't do it. At all. Just walks. Or expects me to carry him (I'm not immune to his shmoozing yet, apparently). I'm ok with it though, because I can now justify buying shoes for him. Cute, little person shoes!

He's also got TWO bottom teeth coming in which brings his total net tooth count up to a big ol' whopping three.

Dental developments aside, this week is guaranteed to be frantastic because we're going swimming (I had to buy him a bigger bathing suit in size 2T!!!) and other stuff like that.