The First Day of the Rest of My Blog

Moving Day!

I just found out that my lovely photo hosting site has the right (as of March 2nd) to do whatever they (or any 3rd party) wishes to do with my photos. So, as soon as I can print off the archives, the pictures will be deleted. Do not be alarmed, I will continue posting new photos as soon as I can find a new host who doesn't want me to sell my first born in order to use their services.

Edited to add: I also am getting comments on here from people I don't know. Making me realize that ANYONE can see this. I'm not very comfortable with that. I'm sure I'm being paranoid, but you can never be too careful, right?

So, I'm starting a new, private blog. I'll e-mail everyone in my address book with the link and password. If you read this and don't get an e-mail from me, e-mail me at scw42 at hotmail dot com (changing the at to @ and the dot to .) and I'll forward you the link.

Foolish, foolish me.

To think I thought my child was weird for sitting on the floor in a quiet room to eat his grapes. That doesn't even compare to him lying down on his stomach, on the floor at the Y, to lick the tile. Which, in case you were wondering, he did this morning. I'm all for letting him be independent, but at some point, you gotta step in.

And in hopes that you'll forget how weird my child is, some cute pictures from yesterday.

Eating his beads...oops, this was supposed to distract you away from the weirdness.

Feeding Colby a Cheerio.

I told you he puts his beads on himself.

Don't you just want to eat him?!

Being Daddy.

I don't know where he gets it from.

The kid is just weird. That's all there is to it. Yesterday, I was in the kitchen unpacking the groceries. He was screaming for a "Cack-ER!" (which means cracker and is any food). I gave him a bowl of grapes and the next thing I know, he's nowhere to be found.

I walk into the office and find him. Just sitting on the floor, eating his grapes. Who knows why he chose the office. Crazy kid. Oh, and the beads? He wears them as often as possible. Puts them on himself.

He gets so excited when I put a Baby Einstein on for him. He goes running to his chair, sits down and claps his hands and dances with the intro music. So. Freakin'. Cute.

3 Reasons

1. Because I can.

2. Because it's funny.

3. Because he cried when I took it out.

Should I worry?

(Click pictures to see a larger version.)

Appropriate t-shirt, and oh yeah, a tantrum.

I found this shirt at Target today and thought it oh so appropriate. Obviously, the boy won't hold still long enough for me to take a picture of it. It says, "I'm definitely up to something."

(I bought another one with a stick figure falling that says "I do my own stunts." Chris said I should have bought that one for Payton!)

And just for future blackmail purposes...a minor tantrum.

When Daddy's in Charge

This is what I come home too. Soaking wet, muddy, drinking a slurpy and having a great time.

On the mend.

Yesterday was a day full of throw up and full diapers (if you know what I mean). Tate got some sort of stomach bug. Luckily, (if there can be a luckily) he got it only 20 minutes into our 3 hour drive to go see Laycee. We were all bummed we had to turn around, but it would have been much worse to get it on hour 2. His car seat was soaked, we'd gone through both extra outfits I brought and decided to call it a day and go home. It was a good thing we did because he was throwing up every 10 minutes from there on out.

He's eating and drinking today and right back to his mischief making self.

Testing the grill for cooking on later.

Playing with his Dr's office toy. I don't know what those things are called, a bead maze? Every kids' Dr's office I've ever been to has them so I call it his Dr's office toy.

Surprise, surprise. Pushing something over to the baby gate to see the dogs.

Busted!

I got nothin'.

No witty title, no cute stories. Well, I have them, I just don't have the oomph in me to type them out. So for now, just a whole lot of pictures.

Torturing the cat.

"Hey Ginni, whatcha eatin'? Wanna share?"

My little dare-devil. He also climbs right up into his high chair and gives me a heart attack in the process.

Something was clearly very, very funny.

Pure mischief.

Guest starring Payton!

Riding on the dump truck at the beach.

Mean Uncle John was trying to pull him down. Right after this picture was taken a rat with wings, I mean a seagull stole that sandwich right out of Tate's hand. Swooped down and just stole it!