This morning...

I was so delighted this morning. It was 7:30 and Graham was still just talking and being quiet. I imagined the delightful day we were going to have. We were going to stay in bed. Maybe slowly wake up and eat some breakfast. Go walking if we woke up in time to meet the neighbors, go later if we didn't.  It was going to be a nice mellow calm day. I awoke, laughed with Sean about some of the funnier little things Graham was saying, and finally decided to go in.

THIS... is what I found.

Yes, that is POOP.   Yes, that POOP is EVERYWHERE.   I mean everywhere. On his head, in his mouth, front and back of his body, on his bottle, on another bottle I found outside the crib, on the sheets, blankets, EVERYWHERE.  We had a serious tub before we could do anything.

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Yes, I did laugh and get the camera after calling Sean to come see exactly what his son had done! Unfortunately he is just too cute (and the first child to boot) to punish. We just bathed him, then I fed him some food. I am still pretty worried about getting hand/foot/mouth disease, because... well the kid ate poop. I made him drink lemon juice with some water, and then loaded up his sweet potatoes with cinnamon, as I heard that is disenfectant of sorts. Well, hopefully he survives. If not and we get a mad cow baby, he might just look like this:

which would be adorable of course.

Slim Pickin's Thanksgivin's

I think we ripped my in-laws out of a holiday.
       I worked M-W and came home (SLC) Wed night to get all ready for our big Thanksgiving Weekend Event in SF. I delivered a friend's gift, bought all the items I was responsible for bringing to the big dinner, and packed Graham and I all up. I had the next morning's schedule all planned and explained to Sean. We were going to leave in plenty of time to miss traffic, and probably show up an hour early to the dinner, meaning we wouldn't eat for almost two hours once we got there.... Then The Illness struck. I call it The Illness because I have no idea what it really is.  Wed night I end up going to the bathroom like 6 times. I figured I just ate way too much at work ( I was preparing accordingly for the huge meal I was expecting to eat). Then the next morning Sean was pretty tired. I mean REALLY tired. I just figured he was enjoying the holiday, an didn't mind as long as we left in enough time to get there. Well as my estimated departure time goes by, and then my back up departure time goes by, and then the "if we leave right now we could still be OK" and THEN the "we could possibly still get some pie" time all flew by, I knew Thanksgiving was not going to be the same this year.
      Sean was super sick the night before and completely exhausted in the morning. Then it turns out he couldn't eat anything. He could literally barely down a piece of toast.  I wasn't feeling peachy, but I wasn't nearly as bad as him. Well, most of you know me, and most of you know Sean. Which means all of you at one point or another have gotten the excuse from us "Sorry, Sean's sick." So of course the in-laws were sceptical. Honestly, who wouldn't be? Even my neighbors have asked a few times why Sean gets sick so often. I have gone the rounds in my head many-a-time wondering if he is faking it, just a pain in the @$$, or legitimately sick. Turns out this time it was legit. So I'm trying to keep the in-laws posted, keeping up the hopes we might be able to just stuff Sean in the car and head down (and eat left-overs at least), and Sean just gets sicker and sicker. Today he was super pale, looked nasty, and is having a hard time even wanting to eat anything. I keep trying to get liquids down him, but adult boys are HARD to take care of. Then I stopped for a second to realize I haven't been able to eat much either. Last night I was scrounging for food, realizing it was definitely time to grocery shop, only in time to realize all the stores were closed or filled with early Black Friday-ers.
     So it is probably a good thing. We probably would have gone, gotten everyone sick, eaten way too much and made ourselves feel even sicker. Instead I have had a lot of time with Graham. :) :). He has learned to army scoot super good! He is such a cheery happy little soul, I don't even think he has realized his parents aren't up to par. So this Thanksgiving, we ate this little ham:

Halloween fun

OK, in reality, Halloween was kind of a mess.

 

I had just gotten back home (aka SLC) from a quick weekend trip to Idaho with no Seanypoo. I was super frazzeled (if you don't believe me, just read the blog bellow). I dquickly did a lot of laundry to get ready for the week, and started packing to head back down to SF. Needless to say I forgot to pack costumes for Halloween.  It wouldn't have been such a big deal if I hadn't been telling people at work that I was definitely dressing up etc. I really do love Halloween and it kind of did break my heart. My neighbor in SF tried to convince me to run home  (SLC) on Tues night and just stay down in SF for Wed.   I considered it before I realized, I would be EXHAUSTED. Working a 10, driving to SLC, not actually getting to see my baby for longer than an hour or so before going to sleep, waking up an EXTRA hour early to drive back to work, work another 10, get ready for Halloween and then pretend to enjoy it all?  That just wasn't going to happen. Luckily I put my decision in Sean's hands, and with a little prayer we decided just to stay in SF, and drive home on Wed like usual. The fun part was dressing Squish up for a whole 15 minutes... and taking really cute pictures!  He is a Grahmpire, and I was "Bella Cullen" (which really was my work clothes with a lot of make-up!).  But the pictures are so cute!

Cutest little Dracula/Vampire you have ever seen! His hair was the perfect length to push it all forward! I wanted to spray it black, but you take what you can get.

His little outfit had wrist bands in the cape! It was so adorable he would walk or reach up to hold my hands and his little cape would flap! Super fun.