My Everyday Life

I would love to keep you in your diaper all day so that I could always remember your adorable baby chunkiness.  But it’s winter.   And you need to stay dressed and warm…  except for bath time!  That is when I get to love on those chunky thighs and belly.

R loves animals.  His first love is right next to him, his buddy, his best friend, the infamous LyLy (pronounced lie lie).  Then, presumably because he loves LyLy so much,  there’s an entire LyLy entourage.  First, is Giant Lyly or GiLy for short.  Mommy LyLy (sometimes referred to as Nimba LyLy).  Lenny LyLy.  Little brother LyLy.  Big brother LyLy.  Baby LyLy.  Followed by LyLy the Shark.  LyLy Boy Cat. LyLy the Dog.  LyLy the Monkey (let’s not even discuss the fact that he’s really a gorilla).  LyLy the Hedgehog.  And LyLy the Bear.  And these aren’t even all the LyLy’s.  These are only “the ones that wanted to be in the picture.” And just for shits and giggles, anyone want to guess what his response was when I was pregnant and we asked what we should name the baby?  Do I even need to answer?

This is what decorating the tree looks like in our house.  No peaceful, contemplative poses by the tree in this house.  We’ve got one jumping off furniture like a monkey, one acting like a jack in the box with his butt and the other trying to eat the lights.

Not quite sure what to do about baby girl’s mullet.

As a female, I’m not sure I’ll ever understand the urge to strip down but I’ll take the smiles any way I can get them.

One day, some entrepreneur noticed that babies are obsessed with playing with the tags on their toys.  So that person invented a line of toys appropriately named “Taggies.”  They’re toys with tags all over them for babies to play with.  Great idea, right?  Not so much.  This chick is not fooled by the “fake” tags on the Taggies.  She much prefers the “real” tags on her non-Taggie toys.  #can’tquitefigurethatout

Baby girl has a stubborn case of cradle cap.  Today, we tried a coconut oil conditioning treatment.  While it was somewhat successful at removing the flakes, I’m not sure it was worth the stink.  Holy head stank.