Ave Maria

Cody and I attempted church on our own today, at St. Mary's. And I have to say, it went surprisingly well. He's usually fine until the homily and/or Eucharistic prayers, because there's so much singing and standing and reciting that he's quite interested in what's happening. After that he starts to get bored. When we ran out of goldfish and had giggled at the (equally bored) teenage boy behind us one too many times, we explored the back of the church, where he discovered how to turn on and off the automatic prayer "candles" (I hate those, so cheesy!). I assured him he hadn't really turned off anyone's prayers. By then he was trying to climb up into the organ loft. Anyway, we made it all the way through.

Two highlights: the first was at the end of the Our Father, when everyone said "Amen," and then, in the silence left behind, a small voice rang out: "AAAAAAA-MEH!" Yep. That's my boy. And on the way out, I asked if he wanted to go see Mary, and he made a beeline across the sidewalk to go say hello.

Ok Daddy, it's time to come home now.

JVL has been away since Wednesday, and Cody has really been missing him. After lunch today, he rubbed his eyes, went into his room and got Patches and Blankie, and then wandered out, saying hopefully, "Dada? Dada?" And when I told him it was still me, and I was right where he had left me 20 seconds ago, he looked balefully at me and then flopped down.


I know, I'm no daddy. We miss you, babe.

Jetty Want A Cracker

CJP discovered graham crackers last night, and life will never be the same.

This is Jetty doing his Buster Bluth impression.

Earmuffs!

Cody the Climber

CJP has been showing a great interest in climbing the past few days -- curbs, little steps, and of course, into the car at the park. Today he almost mastered it, nearly by himself.


The second time up, he took the wheelchair ramp.

Ok, so maybe Celine Dion isn't so crazy after all.

Well, I'm a terrible mom, and a traumatized one. JVL and I have been talking about getting Cody's hair trimmed again, as adorable as the curls are, because he is just so hot with all that hair. Like me, he has a ridiculous amount of hair. And though it's fine, it's also heavy -- so he gets sweaty all the time. So today I decided to bite the bullet after a particularly sweaty outing to the park, and I am now devastated. Because he looks...four. Maybe even five. I don't know, but REALLY REALLY OLD. So cute, but just...not a baby anymore, even remotely. I will never, ever cut his hair again.



After his cut I took him to get a cupcake at Buzz (he was so good during the cut and only grabbed the scissors once). When we walked in, Holli (one of his favorite baristas) gasped and said, wide-eyed, "What did you do? He looks so different! He looks so much older!" And then I started to cry. Not just tear up, mind you, but weep. Right there in Buzz. For which I got a free brownie, but I'm pretty sure it will taste like ashes.

Little Bears

Tea for Me!

Mom says the amount of distraction necessary to get me fed is getting ridiculous. I don't know about that but I love when I get new boxes of stuff to dump out!

Oil Change

I don't think the steering wheel goes here. Does it? Hmm.

Great Moments in Child-Proofing

Dude, It's Like Cloverfield

Where's the monster?

HD CJP

It's just like being there.

PS: For the full effect, click the little "HQ" button near the lower right-hand corner.

Baby/Cody

Today after my nap I only wanted one thing: my baby. We did a lot of playing, and kissing. Then I heard Mommy say "park?" and I ran to the door with Baby. Mommy said she would bring Baby but I said I WOULD DO IT! Really loud. So I brought Baby in the backpack with me. It was a little crowded and Baby's nose kept sticking into Mommy's back but I didn't mind.


Once we got to the park, we went for a drive.

In this one, Baby and I are trying to decide if Mom will notice I might have accidentally broken the steering wheel.

So Cute It's Dangerous

Fun from the past few days

I know I'm behind the blogging ball, but this has been an unusually busy week, so when I haven't been taking care of Jetty I've been working -- and neglecting our faithful readers. All five of them. : ) So here are a few pictures from some of our adventures in the past few days.


I will never make the above mistake again. He had WAY too much fun. And I had not enough Advil.




Here, I must just point out the awesomeness of his hair.



And here's a little blast from the past -- Cody in July.

Same house, or boat. Same fat legs. These are the ones that make my heart break just a little. It is going by fast. I wouldn't have said that this past Tuesday (thanks for listening to me vent, Mama) but it's true. Little dude is not so little anymore.


Aaah. All that playing really wears a kid out.

Cody and Mommy Day

Jetty Redstocking

Cody Uses His Own Spoon

Really, is there any need for explanation?

Built Ford Tough (For the Wenzels, who will know why.)

For Hannah and Robbie:


And for Derek and Tom:

Mama's Little Fireman

When Cody was very little, we used to joke about how he had a little firehose. (You had to laugh, or else you'd cry.) Now he has a little firehat. : )

Friday in the Park with Cody

Not much to report from the weekend -- it has been rainy and yucky, and Cody and I have been stricken with allergies and all their attendant gunk. Friday was lovely, though, and the day culminated in a trip to the park, which culminated in a surprise visit from Daddy. One minute Cody was looking at me on the teeter totter; the next, Daddy was there! Cody was quite pleased with Daddy's Apparating skills.


Notice the new kicks. I'm not a horrible mother after all. I'm pretty sure they don't fit, but it turns out shoe shopping with a one year old is not at all fun. It didn't help that the shoe store clerks, when I asked for help figuring out his size, told me "we don't measure anymore since we're going out of business." Huh? Um, perhaps that's why you're going out of business.