50 Weeks

Buggers, sorry to say but it is another pajama day around here with Mama being sick. You don't seem to mind. You actually slipped right into your tater suit for the parade last night with your pjs on and then again to go to the grocery store to get some milk. Who ever would have thought that I'd be going to the grocery because we were out of milk?


The weather outside is rather yucky, but I still drag you out. All the ladies like to fuss because I take you out in bad weather. They stop me, put your hood on your head, grab my hand and look me square in the eye and tell me to get you home. Today I got some of that at the deli counter in the market from a little old lady, but her sweet husband said you were beautiful and then commented how *happy* you are. "He is one happy baby. I know that's a sign he's got a happy mama and daddy."


It's your first Mardi Gras and I should have known by all that moving you did in my belly last year during the parades that you'd be a dancing fool. I can't even imagine what you are thinking watching those floats roll by...the colors and the lights!


I love how yow you imitate us. You are holding that phone to your ear and babbling away, even throwing in some hand motions. Oh my. I also love when you give hugs now that you give some back pats along with it. Cannot wait to see what you come up with next.

Listening carefully to Daddy who is about to brush your teeth.

You are taking steps on your own here and there but you're still very cautious. You really prefer to pound across the floor on your hands and knees, especially if you're being chased.

Pirate Booty!

Still waiting on some teeth to come in. One on the top and one on the bottom are just about ready to make an appearance. I am more than ready to finally see them, as are you I'm sure. You haven't been so interested in eating, but today you discovered Pirate's Booty. Yummy.


We're in the final stretch to the big O-N-E little man. Sigh. We've gotten here much too quickly.