Home Invasion Vehicle

I, for one, welcome our new overlord and his alien hover-craft assault vehicle.

We were blessed by inheriting a hand-me-down from a wonderful family in our Ward, which James is already learning how to operate. I am not exactly sure what it is called. So, I have decided to call it either James' Terror Turret, James' Sanity Saucer, or James Ex-Machina, depending on the mood he is in.

Nevertheless, his domestic invasion is not to enslave, but to spread his infectious smile and cuteness all over our apartment. It's a good thing too, since we can't seem to get enough of him.

I hope you see those cute rays emanating from his eye sockets. I sure do.

I got you now!

You stopped!

Werd, yo.

Wii, Garden, Hands

This blog is a stream of consciousness blog.... no rhyme or reason. Just enjoy.

James has discovered his hands. Or maybe we should say he has discovered his hands and his mouth. He's gearing up for teething by practicing gnawing and drooling ahead of schedule. We always knew he was an over-acheiver.
After much watering and forgetting to water the garden, the time of the harvest has arrived. Hunting behind leaves, and double checking each plant, Daniel brought in the fruits (or vegetables) of his labor.

Daniel's harvest: a lone green bean. Never was a bean more appreciated.

I admire many a person in this world. Nohreen is one of them. She is a wonderful mom and person. When she came over James knew he was in experienced hands and settled right down from being fussy. Nohreen's patience and love is palpable. Since then, when he is fussy I think to myself "Be like Nohreen" and it helps me be a little more patient when I'm tired and he's tired too.

Everyone enjoys a rousing round of boxing, young and old.

The Wertenbakers:The Foote vs The Howell (Meg and I were the cheering section.)A note of warning: if you are going to Wii box be careful not to overextend your arms. You can really make your inner elbows sore. I guess some of us can be a little too competitive.

Who, me?!? ;)

Baby Brain

Babies seem to produce the same effect as partying too much … or old age. (or maybe they just accelerate the aging process.) Suddenly your memory becomes faulty. You forget where you set things and what you went into the kitchen to get. And, like me, you will wake in the living room and not remember how you got there because you collapsed there after the umpteenth trip to sooth and feed the baby. This memory loss is progressive so that when your baby is no longer a baby you will have forgotten most of this and will be willing to have another baby.

(On a side note, there have been studies showing that increased levels of estrogen increase one’s ability to remember. Hmmmmm……)

On Monday I awoke, did not know where I was, could not figure out if it was Sunday or Monday, and had a hard time reconciling the time that was shown on the clock. After asking Daniel what day it was, I was able to remember, in that half-asleep way, the weekend, the traveling, and the fact that James was wired after his nap in the car during the drive home (hence my heightened disorientation from lack of sleep). Then I was able to stumble off to work. Counting the third trimester I have not slept more than a four hours stretch for the last six months. This isn’t too different from when I was in college, the big difference being that I would take a long nap every once in awhile to stave off the kind of disorientation described above.

What have I learned from this?

Being a parent will slowly rob you of your mental capacity. I have hopes to recover but imagine that by the time I do it won’t make much difference. The baby will be a teenager and that is another ball of wax entirely.

Sigh……

Then I look at James and he smiles at me. Awwwwww….

Who needs brain cells anyway?