Super Baby

Hunter is turning into Super Baby! He has begun to stand unsupported and is trying to do sign language. Monday night at dinner I was apparently feeding him something unappetizing, so he started giving me the all done sign, by raising one hand over his head and waving his hand (the other hand was in his mouth). I said, "Are you trying to tell me you are all done? 'Cuz you're not, Mister!" To be sure I got the message, he took the other hand out of his mouth and raised BOTH hands over his head and gave them a good shake! What a stinker! In order to get him to finish the jar, I busted out the bananas. Bananas ALWAYS motivate him to finish any unfavorable flavor of mush. I reminded him of the sign for more (as in more gross mush, please) and he was on such a roll he started do that one too. When I gave him a spoonful of bananas he wanted more, but when I snuck in a spoonful of the other crap he was all done. I never suspected arguing from a 7 month old.

Did you miss me?

me w/out makeup and my sweet baby, Hunter.

So it's been a while since I posted. I have: 1. not felt "inspired" 2. been busy 3. have been slightly disenchanted. I'm trying to get over all that.

The kids have been doing great! Hunter is so active. He is standing with assistance and cruising around the furniture. An unfortunate side effect is that I hear an awful lot of crying! He falls. He cries. He crawls to cat food. Shoves some in his mouth. I take it away and fish it out of his cheeks. He cries. He crawls to Logan's toys. Grabs one. Logan takes it from his iron grasp by pushing him to the floor. He cries. My happy baby is crying all the time. Well, he cries, he stops and goes onto the next thing. Some of those things include, dumping an entire cup of water from the top of the end tables onto the floor, eating cat food again, opening the dvd player and trying to open the basement door. Good times.

Hunter hanging out.

Logan is Logan. He has his ups and they are really great. His downs leave something to be desired. The tantrums, the nagging and, boy oh boy, the potty training. I blame it on his lack of sleep, too much sugar and too much tv. All that will change when we move. I swear.

Logan using his urinal.