Mr. Man is 49 weeks old!
It’s getting way easier to tell when he’s done with his photo session.
3 more weeks, and there will be no more weekly photo sessions! I don’t know what I’m going to do. The only other excitement Mitchell and I see on Tuesdays is the trash truck, and that’s gotten a whole lot less exciting now that the county got a new trash truck and there are no more people to wave at.
Let’s see…new this week…not a lot. He’s still saying “dada” on command, as you can see in the previous post. He can say “mama”, but I think he thinks “mama” means “boobie” because he generally only says it when he’s begging to nurse.
I thought we had a gas leak, but it turns out it’s just Mitchell’s butt. Every time he poops, I think the gas leak must be over, but no. It just keeps right on going, morning, noon, and night. Loud ones, soft ones, long ones, short ones, but they’re all smelly. Like, horribly smelly. And he specializes in farting while nursing. Justin says I can’t complain because we all know where he got it.
He’s still experimenting with stacking, and he’s started trying to put shapes together (like with a shape sorter). As you can see, we have a ways to go with that. But hey, he’s trying!
He spent Saturday evening in Manhattan with Grandpa. Grandpa even changed his diaper! I was very impressed with that, but he admitted it was a bit of a traumatic experience for everyone involved. What can I say, the kid hates to hold still. I was still impressed with myself for letting my dad take him. If I’m a helicopter parent, my dad is the total and complete opposite. He’s the helicopter parent who hands the controls over to the kid for fun. It’s a BLAST hanging out with my dad when you’re a kid. But when he told me Mitchell almost got to the top of a very tall slide all by himself, I have to admit, I cringed. A lot. But he’s safe, healthy, and, above all, happy. I know Mitchell is going to love hanging out with Grandpa as he gets older, because Grandpas let you do all the cool things moms don’t. And I’m going to remember all the awesome things I got to do with my dad…and drink a tall glass of wine so I don’t think about what could possibly happen!
And…the pictures portion of the post!
New foods this week: vanilla pudding (that he fed himself, somewhat successfully) and green beans! At first he was trying to suck the green beans like a straw and was very confused. But he got the hang of it.
Also, the first few pictures are of him playing with the trike his great-grandpa made for his daddy when he was young (like…30 years ago. What an old man!). Funny story. The other day, we’d just gotten out of the shower. I put a diaper on Mitchell and left him in his room while I went to get dressed. Pretty soon I hear squeals of sheer joy, so of course I know something’s wrong. I run back in the room and find him standing up on the seat of the trike, shaking the handles and having the best time in the world. I run and get him down, but later brought the trike out to the living room and let him show his daddy what he could do. The camera was ready this time!
You’ll also see pictures of him “helping” in the kitchen. He likes to put the safety locks back on the cabinets, and he also loves helping me with the microwave. Yep. The microwave. Or the fridge. He loves the fridge, too. This is why Rachael Ray’s quick and easy 30 minute recipes have turned into one hour recipes for me if I’m lucky. And, of course, Justin and I are getting into this whole cooking thing and making more and more complex dinners, so it’s not unusual for me to be in the kitchen for two hours for one meal. I have this dream of becoming a chef and writing my own cookbook. All the recipes will come in stages of ten to fifteen minutes, because that seems to be the amount of time I can devote at once. Then I have to take a five minute break to redirect baby, change baby’s diaper, beat the dogs (just kidding…kind of), or whatever. There will also be recipes that don’t require any movement whatsoever, so moms won’t have to trip over twenty toys, a baby, two giant dogs, and whatever baking sheets or pans baby has strewn across her path.
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