Tagged.

As most of the folks who are following our blog are not bloggers, i'll give a quick explanation of being "tagged." Someone else on another blog "tags" you to post some sort of themed list. Thankfully this one is about Julian and not me, so I won't be revealing anything too personal.

Anyway, I've been tagged by Gwen and Mia http://everythingmia.blogspot.com/ and the topic is "10 things about me (Julian)."

It is torture for me to write for Julian in the first person, but since this is how the game goes, I'll play. ;)

1. I get really bad eczema on my face from the most basic of foods: rice, corn, dairy, soy- so my diet is a bit limited for the time being. Don't worry though, I get plenty to eat. Once I ate 3 eggs in one sitting (after already having vegetables and half an avocado) I wanted 4 but mom said no.

2. I think it's really funny to put food on my head during meals. My parents think it's funny too but they pretend they don't.

3. It is easiest for me to communicate with sign language. The signs I know are: apple, avocado, banana, milk, water, cracker, tomato, vacuum, phone, belt, jacket, socks, shoes, pajamas, hat, ball, doll, more, all done, please, thank you, sorry, help, dog, cat, horse, frog, bird, fish, boat, car, bicycle, train, bus, hot, cold, hurt, mommy, daddy, grandma, bath, wash hands, and toilet.

4. When someone tells me "no" I sometimes bonk myself in the head so that person will kiss me to make it feel "all better."

5. I love my kitty more than anything but it is still hard not to get too rough with her...today she bit me 'cause I kept poking her.

6. Dancing is in my soul. Sometimes I close my eyes so I can really feel the beat of the music.

7. My daddy sleeps with me on a futon on the floor. I've never slept in a crib.

8. In swim class I go underwater (see blog title photo and last post.)

9. Other than my signing video and the Superbowl, I haven't seen any TV since we left Guatemala.

10. When I laugh, my mommy's heart melts.

Bad Blogger! Oh, and 1 1/2 today.

OK I had no idea that it had been so long since my last post. Jon reminded me to update, and considering how much time he spends trying to get my sorry ass OFF of the computer I knew it must be too long. My new commitment will be to at the very least get a photo or two of the captain up every week by Sunday night, even if I am not able to muster up a witty diatribe about my life, family, or friends.

So since my last post...my mom and sister came for a visit, Z and Steph came by again, I have a boat load of staff turnover happening at my office (my heart starts beating irregularly just to think about this), and the weather has gone from sunny and 60 degrees to snowing within a week. I have pretty much accepted that my sense of humor will be on leave for the time being so please bear with me.

Here are some recent snaps for the addicts.

Think the kid likes his bottle?




Hugging G'ma BB


J loves cleaning. Just like his Mama.


2 of Julian's favorite things...milk and the vacuum.


Yes, he is swimming under water.


His third favorite...the phone.
Note the multi-tasking. Again, just like his Mama.


Feeding a 'nanana' to his dolly. Nice mess.


J and Z.


And ta-da, strike a pose.


Off to curl up with babycakes for the end of his nap. Mmmmm.....

I love my husband sooooo much.

I have the most fabulous husband in the world. He is sweet, funny, kind, attentive, loving, and supportive under just about every circumstance- and I am no walk in the park to be married to...trust me on that one.

That said, I have 4 fun shares for you today about my dear, sweet husband.

1. The Sponge.

Julian usually eats in his high chair in the kitchen while we cook. It turns out that cleaning thrown, spit, and mutilated food off of the kitchen floor is easier than cleaning it off of the dining room floor (which is cork, and was a perfect material choice for us prior to the addition of the Captain to the family.)

So- the other day I turn around and Jon was wiping Julian's high chair tray with the sponge that we use to clean the counters. He then proceeded to swiftly and briefly wipe the baby's face with it. I very gently said "Jon, it's best not to use the sponge to wipe the baby's face." OK, that's a lie. I actually yelled "Jonathan WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO NOT WIPE THE BABY'S FACE WITH THAT SPONGE! IT'S FULL OF BACTERIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I scared the crap out of the baby and Jon just got dead silent. I really didn't mean to yell but c'mon...hasn't everyone read about how nasty kitchen sponges are? They are supposed to often be more bacteria laden than the toilet. I shudder just to think of it. I apologized regardless.

Reenactment with Jon stepping in for Julian as Julian is currently asleep:



2. Driving to the Restaurant.

Last weekend Sharon and Jeff, Jon, Julian and I are going to brunch to meet a group of our friends. Jon is driving with Jeff up front, and the rest of us are in back. Jon gets off of the highway and turns left. "Aren't you going the wrong way?" This time I actually did say it nicely. "Yes," Jon replies snarkily, "I'm going the wrong way." I couldn't see him roll his eyes, but I'm pretty sure he did. I shrug happily and continue playing with the baby. Why happily, you may ask? Because I knew full well Jon was going the wrong way and I knew also I'd get all kinds of mileage out of it. Sure enough a few minutes later Jon asks "Where the hell am I?" Sweet.

3. The Pantry Project.

I've mentioned on the blog before that we have a house rule about projects. Jon can do whatever he wants and if/when he stalls (time frame varies on the project) I can hire someone to wrap it up.

We decided to make a cabinet into a pantry a few weeks ago. Our contractor is very busy and since he didn't have time to do it right now he dropped by a box with a plexiglass template for drilling peg holes and a special drill bit that centers the hole. I told Jon I really didn't want him to do it because I knew something would go wrong and it would turn into some kind of fiasco. Well, go figure, the drill bit broke. Spent the afternoon driving around town looking for a new drill bit. Found it. Cabinet done. And the shelves are only slightly catawampus.





4. The Vacuum Attachment.

I am cleaning the kitchen and Jon says to me "Can I tell you something that will get you mad but that is really funny?" My first answer is "No, I don't think so." He prods "C'mon..."
I know better..."OK" I say.

He proceeds excitedly "Well, today Julian was pointing at the vacuum attachment and I gave it to him, then we were on the computer and I looked down and he was sucking on it, like this!" Jon shows me how the baby was sucking on the vacuum attachment and laughs. I am clearly not amused...and here we go with take 7,492 of my baby safety and health lecture.

Another reenactment:



Ok, enough with the stories...here are a few photos for all y'all.

Julian signing "kitty." He sometimes wakes up and does this first thing (otherwise he will say "book!")



And here are some photos of Jon getting our baby ready for his first bike ride.



I love this photo of Julian post bath time.



Showing off his broccoli.



Not ready for potty training yet (I hate the word "potty" just for the record) but last weekend I got Julian his own toilet so when I have to bring him to the bathroom with me, he can sit on his own seat instead of trying to stuff an entire roll of TP between my legs (yes, that's my little helper!)



I think he likes it!



And in honor of my dad...Julian putting his spork in his nose. Now that is serious business.



-S