Dylan and I were lucky enough to escape for a couple hours on Friday and get another bike ride down in the books. I took my first spill and landed in a cactus. It sounds worse than it was since the cactus was kind of dead and among some other shrubs and stuff, but I still spent a considerable amount of time pulling stickers out of my body. Luckily I was making a turn, so I was going kind of slow. I ran into trouble before I could click out of my pedals...and there you have it. Many thanks to my mom for coming over to watch the boys to make this ride happen for us. It was just what the doctor ordered.
After taking a few bottles like a champ, Graham has now decided that he don't want none of that no mo and has become exclusively a boob guy again. So, I only get a couple hours to myself maybe once a week or so, and even that is hard to pull off when we live at least a half hour from anywhere. Ugh. Baby prison. So bad for the mental health. We will work on it though, and I'm optimistic I'll make my prison break sooner rather than later.
Gavin in his "lizard cave."
Our big 3-month-old!
Giving Graham a kiss because he was having a tough time. Growth spurt? Not sure. I learned when Gavin was a baby that it was futile to guess what was causing the fussiness. As long as it passes in a few days, then I really don't care.
My little leprechaun. We are lucky that the big cousins had some spirited holiday outfits so that my boys could be in the spirit, too!
Sitting on the "Pot of gold."
Graham dressed up for our Cuddlers group on Tuesday and made it on the Babymoon Facebook page!
"Dawn's 'struction site." Dawn let us borrow this construction site, but we only take it out periodically because he makes a big mess of all the little rocks.
Helping daddy build furniture. He pushed this heavy box around on a skateboard and called it a garbage truck. Whatever it takes to keep him busy...
Then he fell in-between the cushions and I had to snap a picture before I helped him out because it was too funny not to.
Roasting marshmallows on the BBQ on a Saturday night. From like a mile away.
He ate the entire thing, which came as a surprise to nobody.
Not sure how that happened.
You wouldn't believe the excitement one can get out of a cardboard box.
Everyone is so happy around here during the morning. For like five minutes.
Graham gets in on the backyard shenanigans, too.
All in all we're doing well. Gavin certainly has his moments, but we're working through them. Right now he insists that he's a tiny baby and crawls everywhere and wants me to carry him, especially when I'm already feeding or holding the baby. So, we're letting that run its course and hoping it ends as quickly as it began. If he's not busy being a baby, then he says that he's either a lizard or a random guy named Tony. His imagination has really taken off. Where do kids come up with this stuff? He made me want to pull my hair out on Friday and and then was as pleasant as can be on Saturday. It's amazing what a world of difference it makes when he's sweet and agreeable. As for Graham, he is not an awesome napper, but every now and then he'll treat me to a nice long snooze somewhere other than on my body in the baby carrier, and for that I am thankful. He's getting bigger and bigger and usually treats me to plenty of smiles throughout the day.
We are just a constant tornado of activity over here which sometimes sends my introverted brain into overload and has me counting down the hours till bedtime almost every day. If that's my only complaint, though, then I'll consider myself lucky. Having two kids is no joke. Anyone who's done it knows that. But this time around, at least I know that everything is a phase, and before I know it I'll have two big kids and I'll be looking back on this time with fondness. Or if not with fondness, then probably with relief. Ready for a nap now. See ya.
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