Saturday, August 23, 2008

Family Photo

We had a wedding today and got a family photo taken. Lando's not smiling but he's still adorable!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Ode to the Bottle

Oh, bottle, so good and cozy
Many nights I needed you to keep me calm
To see you being prepared was such excitement
To have you in my hand was like bliss
For thirteen months I have obsessed over you
Sometimes six times a day
When nothing else could make me feel better
You knew just what to do
Although our time together has been good
Our time together has passed
I don't need you anymore
I have found another 
And sippie cup makes me happy now
But I will always remember you
And I'm sure when a new little baby comes along
I will want you again
But for now, I'm saying goodbye to my dear 'ol bottle.


Yep, that's right. No more bottles. Landon has decided this week that he wants his milk cold, in a sippie cup. I shouldn't be surprised. He was the one that decided to stop nursing and now he is the one that decided bottles are not what he wants. Let's hope the bobo will go soon too. (Although I fear that may be a civil war)

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Van Gogh

I've been an artist my whole life. I've loved art. I've loved all art forms. I've never so much been into the modern art where people paint a red circle on a blue canvas or cut a cow in thin pieces and display it. But apparently, my son is very much into modern art. What is his medium...poop.

I woke up this morning to the fresh smell of doody. I was thinking, "those darn dogs..." and began searching for a pile somewhere. As I passed Lando's room a foul smell hit my nose. I opened the door and thought maybe it was his diaper pale. Then with a huge grin Lando holds his hands up high...absolutely covered in poop. Hands, feet, hair, sheets, pillow, blanky...the whole shabang. He had figured out how to take his diaper off and had a little too much time to paint, I guess. So here are a couple quick photos that I could take before I wanted to gag by the smell. Warning: may induce vomiting.

(had to cover the wee-wee...he's a year old now, ya know!)