Snug as a Bug in a Rug/ Mommy Lesson

Mommy Lesson: Invest in a wrap of some kind. This is a sleepy wrap/moby wrap. Best.invention.ever. Not only are my hands free, Aaron is quiet and happy. Which makes mommy happy.

Here is A in his wrap. It's about the only way to get things done around here during the day sometimes. And today is one of those days.

He just wants to be on me, and not in his pack n play or crib. Even the bouncy chair doesn't appeal to him this morning.

The value of family

We had our final babyshower this weekend. My cousin and Aunt threw it for us and my Dad's cousins and Aunts were there. We were spoiled.rotten.yet.again. I swear I won't need to buy any clothes for A for a long LONG time.

We took some great pics. Having a new baby around makes you realize the value of family and extended family. I'm trying to get A's picture with as many of his relatives as possible. In particular, those who are getting on in years. Especially the first time he meets them. I think it's so important for him to know his family and extended family.

With Great Great Aunt Issa

With Great Great Aunt Anne

With Great Great Aunt Pat

Cousin Kate
And perhaps the cutest shot of the day... Aaron in his very first Toronto Blue Jay's Cap.

Happy Canada Day!

Aaron and I spent Canada Day with my parents, as T was working most of the day. It got me out of the house for a change, and I hardly had to do anything for A as my mom took over for me. :)


Napping at Grandma's

Hanging out with grandma

Passed out... again.

Happy Canada Day!

A smile caught on camera before we left

New Pictures of my boy

Aaron says: I love Tummy Time!

This is his "WTF?" face.

Aaron likes naps in his chair. Like his Grandpa K.

This week's mommy lesson

Bouncy chair=baby laxative

A will go #2, and disgustingly so I might add, while sitting in his bouncy chair.

We had to wash the cover of it (and him in the bathtub) on the weekend after a particularly messy blowout.

No need for exlax in this house. Just sit in the bouncy chair.

My kid is a tank

We had his one month appointment (at 5 weeks, Dr was on vacation last week).

As I'm putting A on the scale, I tell the doctor he "has to be at least 10 pounds now!" The doctor measures him on the scale, then grabs the calculator to do the conversion from grams to pounds.

"So you think he's 10?" He says.

"Try 12."

12? 12! Holy crap, 12!

He didn't measure his length, I'm going to do it myself today, because I swear he's grown a couple of inches too.

So my kid isn't fat. He's tall and chubby. Right? :)

My child is spoiled

Spoiled rotten.

The way things are going, I am not going to have to buy clothes for him until he's 18 years old. For realz.

Aaron met my mom's side of the family this weekend and he was a hit with the ladies. He's turning out to be quite the ladies man.

Case in point of spoiled rotten status: Chillin' in his bouncy chair with his "Air Jordans" from Uncle Daryl and Auntie Sarah.