I've Been Shot!

Our adventure on Friday: doctor's visit and s-h-o-t-s.  I think when Brock is old enough to know what shots are, I will let them be a little secret between the nurse and me until the moment comes. Why stress a kid out? I may not have to worry about it though. He had to get two shots, and he did awesome. First prick....no tears. Second prick....3 seconds of silence...delayed reaction...tears...mommy picked him up....done. We took some Tylenol just to be safe and took it easy for the day. He sure did take it like a little man. I love the Band-Aids on the thighs. What a tough cookie! 

Thanks for the pretty quilt, Aunt Tommi Sue!

Okay mom, you can take my picture...again.

Pumpkin Patch Kid

We took our first trip to the Pumpkin Patch this week. A perfect outing for a sunny fall day. Brock wore a special outfit...a cowboy shirt and vest that I wore when I was little and that all of my cousins have worn, too. My Mimi and my cousins sent the outfit to Brock, "the newest cowboy", a few weeks after he was born so he can carry on the tradition. With it, they sent photos of all of them wearing the outfit which are also hanging in my Mimi's Cowboy Bathroom. The outfit is much too big for Brock right now, but he let me put it on him anyway, and he bore with me while I sat him on hay bales, propped him against pumpkins, and took a ridiculous amount of pictures. As we were leaving the Pumpkin Patch, we saw a cute little girl, about 4 years old, with a teeny tiny pumpkin in her hand. I said, "Aw, I like your baby pumpkin." "I like your baby," she replied with a shy smile. It made my day. I like him, too.

Bimbo?? No, No...BUMBO

There are so many baby products on the market these days. You learn a whole new vocabulary when you have a little person in your family. You've got your Boppy Pillow, your Udder Cover, your Moby Wrap...and one of my favorites: the Bumbo. It's a chair that supports babies' hips and back just right so they can sit up. I don't know what is so hard about the word Bumbo, but I always have to stop myself from saying "Bimbo", and I've noticed I'm not the only one.  Well, my baby definitely does not have a Bimbo, but he does have a Bumbo now thanks to his Granny :) Here he is sitting in it for the first time.

We had to Skype with Granny and show her what a big boy he is!

Wake Up Sleepy Head

There are so many moments that make up each day. Life is made up of lots of little moments, and I am learning not to take any of them for granted. There is joy to be found in the little things. One of my favorite moments each day is when Brock wakes up from his nap. Happy, rested, content, and ready to explore the world. I can't help but smile.

Turn, Turn, Turn

This post originally included a video of Brock's tummy time where he rotated himself in a complete circle. But he was crying the whole time. I got a few complaints  from family members who did not like seeing him cry...so it has been removed :)

Instead I just left this pic in case you could use a laugh today...

I came in to check on him during a nap the other day, and he was sleeping like this...

Braving the Cold

 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.

My Maria Blanket

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 :)