I woke up the other morning and opened the door to feel the weather outside. To my delight, there was no humidity, and it was FREEZING! Since summer always lingers for so long, it is very exciting when autumn finally arrives. Brock and I needed to run some errands, so I dug in his closet for something toasty to wear. It was game day, so I picked his FSU footie pajamas and hat, and then covered him up with his garnet and gold blankie. He was so cute I just had to snap a pic...his first time out in the cold. I checked the thermometer when we got in the car and you'll never believe how cold it was. A whopping 52 degrees. I am quite sure growing up in Washington, I wore shorts in 52 degree weather . Cold is relative. I have been in the south for way too long. To top it all off, by the time we finished grocery shopping at 9:30 am, it was already 70 degrees and I had to change him into a short sleeved onesie. Well, our cold adventure was fun while it lasted, Baby!
Hangin' out in the shopping cart...having a staring contest with Mr. Octopus.
Hmmm..I like the way this crinkles when I touch it.
I met Maria in college. She was a freshman when I was a junior. She and her friends were fun and crazy (think Spice Girls lip syncs in the dorms). Maria and I were both Resident Assistants the next year, and we became fast friends. We loved going on walks to our favorite muffin shop, doing Tae Bo, playing guitar, heading to Huntington Beach for Wahoo's Fish Tacos, laying out in the sun munching on Cookie Crisp, and "doing parades" on campus where we would blast Mambo #5 on my car stereo and wave at everyone as we drove by and laughed hysterically. She was my maid of honor. We live far apart now, but I keep her picture on my fridge and always look forward to our talks. She sent us a special treat the other day...a baby blanket for Brock that she made. We call it his Maria Blanket, and I know when he meets My Maria, he will love her just as much as his mommy does :)
This sweet little lamb lets you record yourself singing "Jesus Loves Me" so baby can hear your voice at the press of a button. I had fun recording the song for Brock before he was born, and I introduced the two of them the other day. I think they like each other.
My Mimi loves giraffes. My Pop-Pop loves hippos. Brock's bedroom is jungle themed, so he gets to see plenty of both. But Mimi beat Pop-Pop to the punch in her attempt to win their great grandson to her side. She got Brock a Sophie Giraffe...a special teething toy made of natural rubber with a special scent and feel that babies love. Sophies seem to be all the rage lately and I thought they were new, but apparently they started making them 50 years ago in Paris. Fancy! Sophie is soft, squeaky and easy to hold on to...lots of fun. Thanks, Mimi!!
Have you ever heard of Dunstan Baby Language? The idea is that all babies cry using 5 "words" and each one has a specific meaning.
1) Neh = Hungry
2) Owh = Sleepy
3) Heh = Needs a Diaper Change
4) Eh = Needs a Burp
5) Eairh = Has Gas Pain
I was so intrigued by this, albeit skeptical. I watched videos on YouTube, took notes, and listened to see if Brock spoke this universal baby language. I don't think he does. Guess he didn't get the memo. I have learned his sleepy cry, though, and it's pretty obvious. It's the one that sounds like he's too tired to cry. If you're interested, you can watch Dunstan Baby Language Lesson 1 on YouTube. If not, you can check out Brock speaking his own baby language :)
