Rainy days

I can just see him as a teenager.

It was rainy all day long and Nate brought me his shoes and my shoes several times. I finally gave in and got him set for the rain. He loves his jacket! I couldn't bring myself to just post a couple because he's just so damn cute.






Hiiiii!

He did this all by himself. I couldn't help but laugh and grab the camera.

Body parts

The Cute Thief

Last Saturday Nate and I had a picnic lunch in the living room. Nothing fancy except for the tie on his shirt!

Nate loves the cheese grater. It pretty much stays in the dishwasher because Nate likes to play with it, toss it on the dog hair-laden floor, lather, rinse, and repeat. I say steal because he can be sneaky. Even this morning, I turned my back he snatched the grater and RAN away with it.

MIKE - stop reading now...

The grater-snatching was much better than when Nate grabbed a knife from the dishwasher (the sharp, pokey kind) and ran into the living room, tripping and falling as I chased him yelling "NOOOOOO!" When he fell, I saw the knife fly from his hand away from his body. It was then that I saw he had another knife in the other hand! He's making me lose years off my life, I swear.

Eighteen Months

My baby boy is no longer a baby. He hasn't been for a while but today he is 18 months old. When I see friends I haven't seen in a while, they always are so shocked that Nate is so big. Yesterday I heard "Oh my gosh, Amy! He has hair. He doesn't look like Charlie Brown anymore!"

Nate gave me my first kiss last night! He normally just blows kisses but last night when I asked for a kiss he leaned over and put his very open mouth on my lips. I got teary-eyed. He is such a sweet boy...when he's not screaming and throwing a back arching, leg-kicking tantrum.

So much for that

I knew I'd jinx the sleeping when I so confidently typed "Score!" when Nate went down without a peep last night. I've now been up for over 2 hours because he won't go back to sleep. I even tried to let him CIO a couple of times but I couldn't take it. I also feel guilty because it was 3:30 a.m. and we share a wall with our neighbors.

Let's re-cap. Insomnia or some BS didn't let me go to sleep until 2 a.m. Nate starts his 2 hour crying jag at 3:30. He's FINALLY quiet now and I can't go back to sleep. Work-wise it's my busiest day of the week today. Oh man, I'm going to be dragging ass later. Woe is me.

Aww, crap.

I've taken to jotting down notes of what I want to post on here. I'm writing posts in my head throughout the day. Then comes the time I can actually get on the computer and my urge to post wanes.
My note today consists of these tidbits:
1. clutch - foot
2. poop - poop juice, leg smear, picking up poop
3. sleep
4. va-kay

Intriguing isn't it?

1. So Mike and I traded vehicles. It started when my brakes were really squealing and Mike took the car in to get fixed. Well driving Mike's SUV made me realize that it really is easier to get Nate in and out of the Vue instead of the Civic. So we've decided that we'll give this a go for 2 months and see how we're feeling then. Oh - how does this relate to my list? Mike's car is a 5 speed. I swear my left foot is achy/crampy from shifting. I'm a hoverer, especially at stop lights. I'm not riding the clutch but my foot's always up and ready so I don't get smoked by Granny when the light turns green. I'm trying to remember why I thought this was worthy of posting...
My first car was a stick-shift. I loved that car. So much I pulled out a picture to show you. What's not to love?

2. Nate picked up dog poop today. In both hands. And smeared it all around. We used wipes, washed and sanitized multiple times. Ewww!!! Even grosser for me was the other day when I went to gobble his outer thigh and came back with a wet lip/face. Apparently he had some really loose poop that had snuck out of his diaper and onto my face. *I'm shuddering as I re-live this. That same day Nate flailed about during a diaper change and smeared more poop all over his leg. Oh and I have I told you the story about diarrhea and a swim diaper? We were getting ready to head out to a pool play date earlier this month and I took Nate upstairs to change him since I felt the swimmy was soaked already. By the time I put him down on the changing table my arm and shirt were wet. So I smelled my arm, not once but twice just to make sure... poop juice. On my arm. And my shirt. UGH!

3. I have an almost completed post I wrote a week ago about our sleeping progress around here. I've decided to scrap it and just say Nate is now going to sleep in his own bed for naps and bed time. It's been over 2 weeks now and it's been pretty damn good. We had some screaming and crying in the beginning, but Mike has learned to control himself. Hahaha! (We had some parent growing pains too during the transition.) Tonight Nate didn't cry at all when I put him down. Score!

4. Our vacation is finally just one week away! We are going to Oklahoma to visit for 12 days. I'm so looking forward to seeing everyone. No one on Mike's side of the family has met Nate yet - crazy! And I can't wait to see my sis and nieces!! T minus 7 days!

Traveling in September reminds me of last year's quick trip - for our adoption finalization hearing! I don't think I ever posted pictures but here's one with our judge. Also, Michelle & Molly met us there to lend some moral support.