Guess who finished his bottle, looked me square in the eye and said “Mama” as clear as day?
Hint: It wasn’t Patrick.
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My Mothers Day Gift From Joe
Tonight, Patrick got Joe all bathed and jammified and then handed him off to me for a bottle and story.
We didn’t quite make it to story time — for the first time in months, Joe fell asleep in my arms!
What a sweet boy.
Happy Mothers Day!
Speaking of Mothers Day, if you have 13 minutes to kill and a hanky nearby, watch this beautiful little movie.
I started my day with a lovely breakfast in bed, followed by a lovely giggly baby in bed. And I think this is the first day in two weeks that it hasn’t even threatened to rain!
With the sun out and the ground finally dry, I took Joe outside for some photos. It was nearing naptime so we didn’t get any smiles out of him, but how cute is he:
Yesterday we gathered up two carloads of old clothes, books and assorted “stuff” for the annual Richmond Mommies yard sale. We made about $150 but didn’t get rid of nearly everything.
Patrick’s creativity at work …
We did witness an intersting twist in 21st century bargain-hunting, though: A man sauntered up to our table, pulled out a small electronic wand and begain scanning the ISBN code on the back of each of our books. The wand was connected to his BlackBerry, where he had a program that would transmit the ISBN code online and tell him what the average selling price was. He got three books from us for $1.50, and said he expected to get about $30 for them online. Crazy!
Joe says, "I love you"
Go ahead, hear it for yourself!
Summer Already?
So we had about two days of lovely, breezy springtime, and now suddenly it’s 90 degrees. Weird.
Yesterday we got up, got dressed, and walked ourselves over the bridge to Petersburg. Nothing was open there except Dixie Diner, so we stopped in for a nice breakfast.
Walking back from Petersburg is always a little more of a challenge (especially with our bellies full of omelet and bagel), but we made it home before the really sweltering heat started.
Joe is going through another one of his “I don’t need no stinking nap” phases. I think this is the culprit:
A Perfect Spring Day
Today it was about 70 degrees, without a cloud in the sky. We went to Maymont and strolled around the grounds there. They have a petting zoo and lots of lovely little gardens — plus BEARS!
After we’d walked around the whole place, we plopped down on a grassy hill and just enjoyed the sunshine for a bit.
How cute are these two?
Baby Joe, After His Bath
I know, I’ve been slacking on the blog. I’ll get back in the swing of things soon. In the meantime, enjoy a little post-bath Joe:
Teething … again.
Joe has been out of sorts for the past several days, refusing solid foods and just generally being a grump. His usual good nature has been replaced by gallons of drool, so we knew it was teething time again.
If you look here, you can see his new top teeth!
Nine months old
Joe turned 9 months old yesterday, which means he’s been in the world almost as long as he was in my belly.
And only three more months until CAKE!
Eat at Joe's
Joe continues to be a good little eater, and he’s trying new things all the time.
I have been making a lot of his food. It’s not only cheaper, but it lets me know exactly what he’s getting. I puree a fruit or vegetable, pour it into ice cube trays, and freeze it overnight. Each cube is about an ounce, so it’s easy to make him a portion of food. Just throw a few cubes into a bowl, nuke it for a few seconds, and voila.
His favorites:
bananas
sweet potatoes
squash
mangoes
His not-so-favorites:
peas
carrots
green beans
kiwis
His don’t-even-bothers:
yogurt (!!)
hard-boiled egg yolk
Unfortunately, he does seem to prefer the packaged baby food. This is his absolute favorite:
Patrick and I have been eating pretty well lately, too! Last week I made spinach and chicken pie with a lovely phyllo crust:
And last night, in perfect weather, we had a light soup-and-salad dinner on the back porch:
Tonight, I’m going to try making cashew chicken. Wish me luck!
Joe Tremblay 