Sunday, May 21, 2006


Over the past few weeks Brad has discovered the joy of toothpaste, and since Aunt Lyndsey has come his appetite for this delectable treat has been insatiable. You see, Aunt Lyndsey gives him toothpaste whenever he wants. In fact, Aunt Lyndsey pretty much gives him whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. The other day we were all playing and Brad gave her a dirty look, so she immediately gave him her cell phone...

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Miscellaneous Pictures

Aunt Lyndsey's Air Mattress

Poor Aunt Lyndsey. She's staying with us this summer while she works at the USNA, but we don't have a guest room. So the first night she slept on the bed in Brad's room. And he talked with her all night long. Then she tried sleeping on the pull-out couch, and between the cats and me going to work at 6:20 in the morning, the poor girl didn't have a chance. So we finally blew up the air mattress and put it in the study, only we couldn't figure out how to blow it up the whole way--so she sank so far down that she basically slept on the floor. Maybe by the end of the summer we'll have worked out a solution. In the meantime, Brad is enjoying the mattress.

Brad does Chinese

We had Chinese food the other night because someone (who shall remain nameless) forgot to turn the crockpot on before work. Oops. Anyway, Brad really enjoyed dipping the chicken into the sweet and sour sauce--the kid loves to dip! He ate pretty well--a bunch of snow peas, a shrimp, most of a huge egg roll, and plenty of sweet n sour chicken.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Cute kid

No pictures, just a funny story this morning. Doug dropped Brad off at the babysitter's, and as usual, as soon as Brad saw her house he got very excited and started talking about all the fun things he was going to do (well, I'm not sure, but if we could understand, I'm sure that's what he was saying).

Anyway, Doug brought him in and put him down, and almost immediately Brad said, "Love you," pushed Doug out, and closed the door on him. The babysitter had just enough time to say, "See you tonight, Doug!" before he was summarily dismissed by our almost-19-month-old son.

I can see where this is going. Kindergarten is going to start and I'll be crying my eyes out while Brad asks why he can't spend the nights there too.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Mother's Day

I decided to celebrate Mother's Day by not cooking at all. Doug and Brad took me out to lunch at Boston Market (my new favorite place), and Doug brought back Chicken Nuggets from Wendy's for dinner. Since Brad loves to dip things into sauce, I gave him some ranch dipping sauce. Then I left the room to throw something away, and this is what I found when I returned. Yes, he's actually trying to lick up the sauce.

*ATTN GRANDPARENTS: These pictures do not reflect reality. All were carefully posed with a child actor look-alike. Brad would never eat junk food, and he certainly wouldn't expect it at your house. He would probably refuse to eat it, as he eats nothing but fruit, vegetables, and whole grains. In fact, I think he's probably allergic to unhealthy foods. Do not try this at home. Again, these pictures contain photos of a trained professional junk-food eater on a closed course. Do not try this at home. Thank you.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Don't worry--they all have child-proof caps

I was drying my hair in the bathroom with Brad, and he was entertaining himself by pulling all of the various bottles of aspirin and tylenol and advil...well, we have quite a few. Anyway, I looked over and saw that instead of shaking them maniacally like he usually does, he was stacking them on the toilet seat. At one point, he actually had four stacked up. So when I was done I brought him out to the coffee table for a better background. Who wants to see pictures of our bathroom? Definitely not me.

By the way, I want to know where this kid learned to laugh with his mouth open. He looks like he's trying to catch a baseball.

Oh, he has a new trick. He's figured out how to pull doors shut, so he'll stand outside his bedroom and close the door. Then he'll come find me and say 'heh pee,' (help, please) over and over again, and it case I still don't get the picture, he'll take my hand and wait for me to say okay (he really wants me to say okay--it's not enough to get up and follow him), and lead me to the door where he laughs. I love how he laughs when he thinks you finally understand him. Anyway, I'm now trying to teach him how to open the doors on his own (something I know I'll regret when I switch him to a bed, but hey, I live for today).

Friday, May 12, 2006

Morning Bathtime

I gave Brad a bath this morning because he had gotten dirty overnight, if you know what I mean. This kid manages to be dirty most of the time...between the food he accidentally puts in his hair and the things he manages to spill on himself, he's gotten a bath twice a day for at least the last two days!

Anyway, he really enjoyed the bubbles, which I put in as a special treat. My only problem with the bubbles is that he thinks it's fun to taste them. Which I normally wouldn't mind, but last time he "tasted" them so much he threw up back into the bathtub, which is unsanitary. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't mind if he eats the bubbles as long as he keeps them down. C'mon, I'm kidding. Sort of.

Thursday, May 11, 2006


One of Brad's new words is 'outside,' except it comes out more like, 'side.' He LOVES going out on the balcony and walking around. He doesn't usually get to go out after his bath, which is why he's looking at me like, "Is this really okay? I'm not going to get into trouble, right?"

Monday, May 08, 2006


Brad never really chose a "lovey." When he was learning to sleep through the night and take naps, I removed all of the stuffed animals from his crib because he was playing with them instead of sleeping. I was hopeful that he never would get attached to one animal or blanket, because frankly, it's easier for me. I wouldn't have to worry about said object becoming lost or torn or so dirty washing would be useless.

However, Brad has, in the past few weeks (much to my chagrin) chosen a lovey. He takes his puppy everywhere with him. He cannot eat breakfast without it, and loves to carry it with him when we go places. Surprisingly, he doesn't really want puppy when he goes to sleep, but it had better be there when he wakes up.

He used to call him 'uppy,' but in the last week he's started calling him 'bear.' Only it sounds more like 'beer.' Doug and I still call him 'puppy,' but Brad knows his real name is beer.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


Although I am not experiencing morning sickness anywhere near like what I felt last time (yet) I have trotted out the saltines and ginger ale as precautionary measures. Yesterday, Brad ate all his breakfast and was still hungry, so I offered him a saltine. Ooh boy. By the end of the day, that boy had eaten all of his meals and half a box of saltines. And he loves the saltines so much he won't touch a graham cracker, formerly the love of his little life. Offer him a graham cracker and he'll respond with utter disdain. He ate so many that Doug actually asked me if he could overdose on saltines (not to my knowledge, but I guess we'll find out). I have no idea where he gets this from--I'm already sick of them.

Poor Baby

Yesterday was the first day I put an outfit with short legs on Brad instead of his usual pants. He looked adorable, right up until he fell on the sidewalk and scraped up his knee. He was so good about it. Even though he bled all over my shirt, he didn't cry (just kind of whimpered) and even let me wash and put antiseptic on it without making a fuss. The only problem was that after I bandaged it up, he tripped and fell a few more times, making it even worse. By the end of the day, I wanted to carry him everywhere instead of letting him walk. Poor baby.

Monday, May 01, 2006

We Have a Heartbeat

It's official: I'm pregnant. Some of you know that the doctor discovered a subchorionic hematoma last week. This week it looks much smaller, and the doctor feels that it poses no risk to the pregnancy at this point. Thank you so much for all of your prayers.

The baby is measuring 6 weeks 2 days and has a very nice heartbeat.

My due date is...drumroll please...Christmas Day!

Monday morning frolicking

Brief nudity

C'mon, I've got to have a least one picture like this for posterity!