What Brent Do?

My dear college suite mate Georgia called me yesterday to check on me since I hadn't posted in so long. Oh, that makes me laugh! I am honored that anyone ever reads this thing, and I apologize to those who do for depriving you of the most recent photos/activities of TCBITW. I honestly don't know how you've endured.

My brains are, at present, the consistency of old oatmeal, so I'm just going to jot down whatever comes to mind, in no particular order.

1. As seen in the photo above, Andrew is all about the Cheerios (or Kroger Toasted Oats ... non-organic ... please don't judge too harshly, Rhianna). Often when I ask him if he's hungry, he runs over to pantry and pulls out the box.

2. At his 15-month appointment a couple weeks ago, it was discovered that he has fallen pretty low in the weight and height percentages (and yet the cheeks remain!) Thus it has been suggested that we switch out the water in his sippy cup for Liquid Gold (aka Pediasure) and dip everything he eats in butter.

3. I didn't dress My Precious up for Halloween this year. I hope I'm not docked too many Mommy Points, but he goes to bed before it's dark! And he can't eat candy! And the costumes were expensive! (No, I'm not defensive ...) I did carve a pumpkin because I love fall and I wanted to, and I gave it 5 teeth to match my boy's smile.

4. The Precious is currently experiencing first stomach virus, which is messing with the whole "fatten him up" scheme. (see item #2) Sooo pitiful to watch your baby throw up. The only up-side is that he has been very cuddly, so we've been found curled up together in front of Baby Bach quite a bit over these last 24-hours (please don't judge too harshly, Rhianna).

5. One of his favorite things to do these days (when he doesn't have the plague) is to sweep the floor. I had a great video clip, but the video site hates me and flatly refuses to upload it. Here you see him with the tiny broom, but what his heart most often desires is the BIG broom, which he pulls out from beside the washing machine and drags all over the house.

6. Phil threw me a surprise party for my 30th birthday. I looked like poo after a day of scrubbing floors and playing in the sand box, and nearly had a heart attack when I happened upon 18 screaming guests in my kitchen, but I felt so loved by my husband and friends who came to support me in my old age.

7. We had a baby shower for my dear friend Rachel and her beautiful son Weatherson this past weekend. This celebration has been a long time coming, and many cherished friends from around the world were able to be with us.

8. And Andrew has had his first haircut. I was getting more "is that a boy or a girl?" questions than I was comforable with. We did it ourselves, so up close it looks pretty bad, but if you squint and look from at least one room away, it's fabulous. He looks so grown up! I haven't been able to part with any of the baby curls yet - they're all tucked away in a zip lock bag for me to caress whenever I feel the need.