Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Catch Ya Later, Nap

Napping is not such a popular activity in our home right now. I blame it on the novelty of being able to sit and stand up in the crib, and maybe a little teething. It's definitely not for lack of sleepiness...



After his last attempt to sit back up, he literally fell asleep in a sitting position--hunched over--head on lap.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Maria!!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Monday, March 5, 2012

Edward Cullen Hair

I am a Twilight fan. Not a total Twi-Hard, but I did make my husband take me to Walmart at midnight when the first movie came out on DVD...and I have read all the books...a few times...and seen all the movies...and I have been to Forks. And the other day when Brock got banana in his hair, I decided to give him Edward Cullen hair before I washed it out...



 

Sunday, March 4, 2012

This Is How I Do It

He let me in on his little secret. For a few days, he would only sit himself up behind closed doors at nap time. Now we all get to see how the magic happens...

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Friday, March 2, 2012

I Sat Myself Up

It's nap time. Well, it's supposed to be nap time. I lay Brock down in his crib, cover him with a blanket, give him a pacie and a bear, and call it good. I walk out of his room and hear happy babbling sounds coming from his vicinity and figure he'll fall asleep eventually. After several minutes I still hear him, so I go in to check, and this is the scene before me. A wide awake Brock bouncing on his crib mattress. Not only is he not sleeping, but he's no longer laying down. I have never seen him get himself into a sitting position on his own, but apparently it's his new trick. He hasn't shown me how he does it, but something magic happens at nap time when mommy walks out of the room...

Thursday, March 1, 2012

I'm Sinking

He hates getting his fingernails cut. I have learned that in order to accomplish this task, it is best to get him distracted. Since he loves the plant in his bathroom, his bathroom counter is usually the clipping spot. But he scoots. And knocks things over. And inches his way into the sink. So this is how we end up.