slow summah

Dear Diary,

Edwin is most definitely living up to his Mad Man nickname of late. I blame it on his second front tooth, which is being a total douche by refusing to descend and making him angry and bitey. He is really letting me have it when I try to steer him away from something dangerous, or pry something dangerous out of his fat little fist (like my beer). He looks right at me and screeches in a most menacing fashion. I could also blame it on the fact that he has not pooped since Friday, despite several blueberry smoothies and mango purees. That would probably make me mad as well.

In other news, my whole family is all over the globe currently, while we Windovers hold down the fort in boring old City B. Though we are heading to the beach in August, where there will doubtless be much sand eating.

I got nothin' else, so here are some photos.

Edwin with cousins Allison and Brooke.

Edwin with Brooke and her brother Robbie.


Lounging poolside.
Regaling me with tales of the high seas.


Right before he attacked me and then smashed my camera.

Love, Fluffy

How. How?

Dear Diary,

Someone please tell me how one is to get any housework done when one has a 9-month old. My particular 9-month old is very much with the crawling warp speed toward dangerous things, and the pulling up on unstable furniture (including the dogs), and when not doing either of those things he is clinging to me and sobbing pathetically when I put him down. I thought I would get more things done around the house being home with him more, but that is really not the case. Well, I was able to sweep today, at least, having temporarily distracted Edwin with by letting him play with a narrow, wrought-iron plant stand turned on its side. (Best toy ever, apparently. Better than the broom, which was his first choice.)

It is amazing how much he has changed just in the last month. With the crawling and standing and eating graham crackers and using a sippy cup. And the teeth! With the biting.

More later. This man wants to play, and the trash can, while I'm sure amusing, is just not what I had in mind.

love, fluffy

Paralyzed

Dear Diary,

Right now I am ALONE in my house. I took Edwin to daycare and stayed home from work so that I can clean in anticipation of my mother-in-law's arrival later today. I have a list of things to do. Baking cookies is on the list! So is cleaning the toilet. All the things that are nearly impossible to do with Edwin around. So far I have:

- made coffee
- moved some piles of paper onto other piles of paper
- waited for my slow computer to download pictures
- called the BHE and lamented our lack of shelves in the office/guestroom
- sat and stared into space, completely overwhelmed by this free time and all its possibilities

Also, there is the guilt for taking him to daycare while I am home. I think I will get into the groove here soon. I need to focus on something manageable: the prospect of doing all the things that don't get done is too much and is paralyzing me with inactivity.

Anyway. Edwin has been quite the man about town lately, as evidenced by the following photos.

Here he is with Jack McD

Baby face-off with Jack McD...


Edwin is hip to his scam.

"Hey, buddy..."

"You wanna be pals? OK, then back off my teething thingie.


"Alright, we're cool."

Last week we went to a baby sing-along with my friend Minnie and her son, Jude. As you can see, the boys were WAY too cool for this scene. Jude's all, "Oh my god, I can't believe our moms are singing these insipid songs. This is so embarrassing. Let's get the hell outta here." Edwin's all, "Dude, I don't even know what to say."


I should also mention that he and Sophie, the 10-month old from his swim class, have become quite close. The instructor asked last week if they were on a date. They were holding hands. It was srsly cute.

OK! I must clean!

Love,
Fluffy