Seven Weeks of Sunshine and Smiles

Miss Naomi turned seven weeks old yesterday (which pretty much knocks my brain on it's proverbial butt). To mark the occasion she had a couple of firsts. The first of which was her first day without clothes. It was way too hot for clothes! She spent the morning rocking her pink diaper ad relaxing in her "lounge chair" in the shade. The next couple of firsts happened overnight. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to a familiar sucking sound without the familiar sensation that usually accompanies that sound. I turned on the light to find that not only had Naomi found her thumb to suck, but had also rolled from her back to her belly! This could come in very handy since she seemed to be putting herself back to sleep without my help. She's also begun smiling in reaction to people instead of just as she's dozing in and out of sleep. They get bigger each day and make Lawson laugh each time. Just when I didn't think she could get any cuter, she busts out a smile that could light up the room!

She's a very strong little girl and I often find that her cries are because she wants to stand up. She is forever pushing against things with her feet. I'm just going to guess that she'll be walking early. She is getting stronger by the day and this week has been able to stand up straight while propped against the back of a chair without me holding onto her.

It's been a whirlwind seven weeks, but a fantastic seven weeks. Crazy that in just another week she will be two months old and Lawson will be two years old. Hopefully until then, we'll have lots more days of relaxing in the sun together while Lawson runs around the yard with sticks and pushes the boundaries of the yard as far as he can stretch them!

Pushing the Limits

And living on the edge. That's what Lawson is all about! At the edge of the kitchen, the tile stops and gives way to a plywood floor full of tools and stray nails that practically scream, "come get me, I'm dangerous" to a mini person with exploration on the brain. So, every day, I repeat "stay on the tile" and "get back on the tile"over and over until Lawson gives up and stays on the tile or becomes contained by the pack and play. Lawson is pushing every limit placed upon him to see how far he can take it. So, this may be a picture of a dirty, unfinished floor and some dirty little toes but it is also what my little man is made of. He is standing on the edge of something, hoping it's great, not knowing if it's dangerous or wonderful, but curious and dead-set on finding out all by himself.

Thankful

I've been breathing for a few hours now. Well, I assume I've been breathing all day, but I notice that I'm breathing when both kids are asleep and I can hear the breath going in and out of my chest. And it is in this quiet that I can recognize how thankful I am.

I. am. thankful. SO thankful for these tiny little people, whose big smiles burst through the monotony of the day and make me want to have a toilet that sparkles and a laundry room that I can see the bottom of. Thankful that I have a laundry room to keep up and toilet to clean in a house that we made our home and are slowly making beautiful. Thankful that even if our house isn't beautiful yet, the memories we are making it are beautiful and unforgettable. Thankful that even though Dustin is gone a lot, we have a lot of love and that counts for a lot more than the space between us. And sometimes I am so thankful for this life that I live that I don't care if my house is a disaster, so long as I get to hold my kids and take in their smiles. Right now I am so thankful because I get to go into our dark little room lined with 70's wood paneling (it's on the list... after floors upstairs) that we all share together (since both upstairs bedrooms have no floors) and listen to the sweet little noises that they make as they sleep. And when we wake up, I get to see the first smiles on both of their faces and hear the first funny little words that come out of Lawson's mouth.

Sometimes it takes a couple of hours all to myself to appreciate how good I had it all day and how good I will have it tomorrow. The silence brings perspective and the sparkle of the house after a marathon cleaning session somehow leaves me feeling like I could conquer the world! Look out world, my carpets are clean and my ceramic cooktop practically gleams! Funny thing is that with this reflection and appreciation, a sadness also ensues. This day is over. This wonderful, sunny day full of sprinklers, cuddling Naomi, dancing in the kitchen with Lawson and drinking wine with friends is done. A wonderful day that we'll not get back again. My little one's will never be this little again. Just last night, Naomi found her thumb and rolled over and every day Lawson adds new words to his vocabulary. They grow so fast. I am so thankful to watch them grow, but a little sad that each day passes so quickly and sometimes it takes the night for me to realize how good the day was. And a little sad that as good as this day was, it wasn't shared with my husband. That could have made the day better, but I'm still so thankful to have talked to him today and to know that he'll be home soon to enjoy this the little moments with the littlest members of our family. For now, it's just so important to keep my perspective and appreciate the moment I'm living before it becomes the moment I've lived.

Thank you for today and the joy it brought. Thank you for tonight so I could appreciate today. And thank you for tomorrow so I can try to appreciate today before it's tonight.

This WOOD Make Sense...

...if I was a delivery guy who required a locked and padded room to contain my craziness.

So, a few weeks back we ordered our wood floor. We decided to splurge on delivery and today was the day I had to stay home from 8am-1pm waiting for the wood to arrive. Finally, I hear the screech of a big truck in front of our house and greet the delivery guy at the front door. He took one look at our gorgeous plywood floors and knew he had the right place. He then began to survey behind me.

Guy: There's someone here to help me, right???

Me: Um, my two year old is pretty strong... (K, not funny judging by the blank look). Nope, just me! Don't you have someone else with you???

Guy: No. I always come alone. It's going to take me two or three hours to unload all this wood by myself.

Me: Okay.... (not seeing the issue here DELIVERY guy... that IS your job, dude! To DELIVER things).

Guy: I have other deliveries today. I just can't spend that much time at one delivery. The crate is like 4ft by 8ft by 4ft. Here, why don't you come see for yourself. There is a LOT of wood.

Me: (SO not impressed with the dimensions) There should be 1000 sq ft. It's supposed to cover the whole upstairs, so, yeah.... (what is this guy's problem?)

So, we go out to the truck and I look at the wood, which doesn't really shock me. It looked like a lot of wood that could very well be unloaded by one person or more, depending on how prepared said person chose to be. He then makes a phone call to the head honcho to see what he should do. A few minutes later we are back at the front door.

Guy: So, I'm not going to be able to deliver the wood today. I just don't have time. Call this number when your husband gets back and have him get three or four other guys here to help so it goes faster.

Me: Um, you only deliver Mon-Fri and my husband works.... (he's not getting it, so I delved further). He's a pilot and so are any guys he knows that could come help and they don't know their schedule until the night before, so I'm not seeing how this is going to work. Are you just going to leave the wood on the truck until then?

Guy: No, we'll unload it back at the dock. I use this truck every day and can't have all that wood taking up so much space.

Me: Wow, so the wood will be unloaded then loaded again only to be unloaded here so we have a "faster" time frame. (I was hoping that breaking it down for him would get him to see how STUPID this all sounds. It didn't)

Guy: And they don't want me to bring it all the way in the house. They said to unload it into the garage then you guys can move it up the stairs yourselves to let it acclimate.

Me: My husband is really not going to be happy about this. Was he told to be here when this was arranged on Monday??

Guy: I just called him and he didn't answer.

Me: (?!?! That does NOT answer my question) He's working. (Let's try this again) When this was arranged was he made aware that his help was needed?

Guy: There's always got to be someone to help. That is a lot of really heavy wood.

Me: (THIS GUY IS SO DIM IT'S CRAZY!!! THIS IS CRAZY! If there's always got to be someone to help then WHY DIDN'T YOU BRING THEM???) Alright, well, he's not going to like this and I'm not really sure how we're going to be able to arrange for four people to be here simultaneously on a work day to help you... (...to help you do YOUR job DELIVERY GUY. YOUR JOB. That we're paying quite a bit of $$$ for you to do.)

Guy: Well, just call the 800 number to let us know when you've got it figured out. Have a nice day.


And with that, he was gone. Um, what just happened??? I'm kind of in shock at how little sense any of that made. It takes too much time to unload it here, so I'll unload it at the dock later, then reload it so I can unload it to a sub-par location for you to move to where I should have put it in the first place IF you can even get four people to help. I guess if we can't pull it together and get Dustin and company here one day really soon, Delivery guy gets to keep our floor? Why did we pay for delivery if we end up having to do the work ourselves on a day that isn't even convenient for us? Crazy talk, people. CRAZY TALK!!!!

A Little Flare Can't Hurt

Ever seen those little blobs of light in a picture you took? Some people claim it's evidence of the paranormal, but in reality it's a lens flare. For a simple explanation on what exactly lens flare is, go here. Some people avoid flare by buying a lens hood for their camera, other people try to do it on purpose because it looks "artistic". I'm not sure I fall into either category at this point, but decided to play around a bit to see if I could conjure up some flare and it worked! Here are a few pictures of successful lens flare. I'm not sure what they're good for, but it was fun playing and kind of exciting to see that it worked!

My good friend, Lindsay, posing for me to catch some flare!

Finger Flare! Pointer finger, mind you... not the middle one.

Just in case anyone wants to try this for themselves, The Pioneer Woman has a really great tutorial here that you can check out! I'm going to play around with this some more to see what kinds of "paranormal beings" I can manifest in my photos!

I'd Have Tweeted This

I am not on Twitter and don't really want to add that to my bag of online tricks, so here's what I'd have tweeted today were I on Twitter.


1. OMG! How many wasps/bumble bees/hornets/flying, biting things can there be in one front yard? On my way to Home Depot to get wasp traps! This is a bad week for me and bugs.

2. Dear God, your AC is broken. You might want to get on the ASAP!!!

3. 4pm: I would be doing laundry, but not doing it is so much more fun.

4. Just got a call from Tricare to make sure I'm taking care of myself and baby, particularly myslef. To be specific, she wanted to be sure I was showering and such. Um... I don't even know what to think about that. Thanks???

5. There is an ENTIRE box of crackers and a LOT of delicious hummus in my belly. Oops. Would it be wrong to chase that with some mint chocolate chip ice cream???

6. 9:30pm: Why didn't I do laundry earlier??? Relaxing right now would be fantastic.

7. 9:50pm: Relaxing is fantastic, which is why the laundry is going to sit in the basket all. night. long.


So, Twitter, from what I gather is basically Facebook's status updates served ala carte. Loads of useless information that we love to hear about each other, for some reason. I've been given permission from my husband to run with any simple idea I have that would yield as much cash flow as Jack Dorsey's Twitter. The picture below is the beginnings of his gold mine. Seriously one of those "why didn't I think of that" scenarios. Maybe if I draw some curly ques on a page, a genius idea will pop into my head, too.

I'm Sleeping in the Freezer

That's how hot it is right now!!! Tonight, when this blazing ball of fire drops out of view, you'll find me in the freezer fast asleep. I'm sure Naomi will be all for it once I explain that it will help her vicious heat rash disappear. She'll be all, "Beauty treatments while I sleep??? I am SO there!". Lawson may join us, but I know he'll just be in it for the ice cream. He is his father's son.

Until we go sub-zero, though, we're chasing around the pieces of shade in the yard to lay in and getting hosed down by the cutest little water boy I've ever seen! And I think the beach may be beckoning once again...

Little Things

The view at the beach today was gorgeous

but it was this little flower that stole the show when I turned around.

And it really serves as a reminder to stop and appreciate the moment I'm in rather than hurry through it to the next. That's when the magical little things become the whole world.

I Heart Faces : "At the Beach"

After I put my beach pictures up the other day, this website that I love posted that this week's contest theme is "at the beach". I thought it would be a great week to enter and, luckily, was reminded of this today when a blogger friend of mine found and entered the contest! So, here's my first entry for I Heart Faces!

A Beach Day to Remember

These pictures can officially be counted amongst my favorites. That day at the beach actually started out quite stressful. Naomi screamed the whole way there and demanded to be fed most of the time we were there as the sun blared into my eyes, along with the sand that Lawson was throwing. These moments, however, were beautiful. I loved watching Lawson explore and enjoy the time with his dad and Mima and it is etched in my memory. Sitting on the warm beach with my newborn daughter at my breast watching my mother stroll down the beach hand in hand with my little boy or watching him skip rocks into the ocean with his father. Those are the moments that I wish could last forever.

A Pea in a Pod

This cute little pea was awfully content in her pod.

Viva La Love Story

This makes me giddy!!!

Jon Schmidt's Love Story (Taylor Swift) meets Viva La Vida (Coldplay)

Taste the Rainbow

Coloring seemed like fun this morning...

until it became brunch.


mmmm.... taste the rainbow!

So, we opted for another colorful activity that was unlikely to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Eventually, his lego car went back into it's box. However, the driver, AKA daddy, stayed out to play a little bit longer. Lawson rocked dad's hat and danced around the living room with his pocket size daddy until lunch time rolled around.




Quesadillas, or "deee-aaas" were calling and I guess pocket daddy wasn't invited to lunch cause he got chucked back into the lego box on the way up the stairs to the kitchen.

On a side note, I just blogged yesterday about how hard it's been to get his face in a picture. This kid loves to prove me wrong and has cooperated exceptionally well ever since. Blog about it not happening and it happens, I guess. Keep a look out for a blog about not being able to lose this last 10 lbs. Maybe that'll melt it off quick!

The 80's Called...

And they are SO diggin' this look!

This look, however, I was hoping would debut a little later in life...
"Oh, mom, that is so lame!"

And this look, melts my heart...

Dissapearing

Lawson loves to disappear! Which is why you don't see his picture on my blog as often anymore. It's hard to capture pictures of the elusive toddler. I have a lot of the back of Lawson, but not so many of his face. So, here he is doing what he does best. Climbing around, not looking at the camera and trying to blend into the bushes with his camo shorts so he can eat dirt or sticks without my knowing. But, alas, I still know. In this picture, there is a chunk of stick in his mouth waiting to be fished out by yours truly.

Getting Green

There are so many ways to "go green" these days. Be it recycling, using Energy Star rated appliances, turning off and unplugging electronics when they aren't being used, cloth diapering or even using cloth napkins instead of paper towels. Lately, I have a different way of going green. Green drinks! So, most of you probably just gagged or threw up in your mouth a little. My mom turned me onto drinking your veggies and it used to gross me out watching her make and drink hers. So, I understand it doesn't sound good, but they really are and they are SO good for you. Dustin drinks them and even Lawson will drink a bit of it. It does take a little song and dance as I think he both likes and dislikes it in equal proportions, but I'm sure he'll acquire a taste for it if I persist and eventually guzzle it down like I do!


It's so easy to make! Just throw all the ingredients in your VitaMix or blender and whirl it around until it's pure liquid with no chunks. You'll need a handful of spinach, a half leaf or so of red chard (too much and it gets bitter), a half an apple, a little bit of cucumber, a squirt of lemon, some ice cubes and enough water to get it to blend. Obviously, it's not a science and you can add or subtract ingredients to taste. More apple makes it sweeter and you could even add a squirt of agave or honey for added sweetness if you prefer.

Chugging a glass of green drink fills you up and gives you so much energy! Give it a try and let me know what you think! I promise you, it feels good to go green!

Unwelcomed Visitor

Not exactly the kind of house guest I was hoping to have at breakfast time.
Meet GIANT NASTY MONSTER SPIDER!!!
This thing was seriously a good two inches across. Holy Aracnid.

Now, let's not kid ourselves. This particular spider was not actually MY house guest (thought it looks just like it... the HOBO spider), it was someone else's house guest who happened to be IN SANE enough to pause and take a photo before their chance to capture it escaped and it disappeared to cozy up under their bedsheets! I couldn't have gotten my vacuum cleaner any faster than I did to suck this monster of a spider up! That's right. I do not smash spiders. That would require getting far to up close and personal. I suck them up with the 4 foot long hose on my Dyson, scream as it thuds against the top of the hose and let it run for a while to make sure they have no chance of coming back out the way they came in. I usually also do the creepy bug dance. I'm not proud of this, but it's the truth. I hate spiders with a passion. All bugs for that matter. This spider made my stomach flip over twice, hit my toes and nearly come back up my throat. I couldn't even scream because my stomach was busy taking up shop in my throat deciding whether to hang onto breakfast or not. I've checked the house over thoroughly for this nasty monster spider's friends and have yet to come upon them, but let this be a warning. I do not treat unwelcomed visitors kindly! YOU HEAR?!?! Go away you nasty, nasty spiders!!!

Side note: When side tracked by a spider, don't be surprised if you turn around to find your not-yet-sipped-from cup of coffee (already luke warm thanks to mom duties that inevitably arise after the coffee is poured) being shared with baby doll. Which means, the carpet and white microsuede chair and the sharer of your coffee are all covered in it. At least it was in the spirit of sharing!

Like a River

I’ve got peace like a river

I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
in my soul
I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
in my soul

I’ve got love like an ocean
I’ve got love like an ocean
I’ve got love like an ocean
in my soul
I’ve got love like an ocean
I’ve got love like an ocean
I’ve got love like an ocean
in my soul


I’ve got joy like a fountain
I’ve got joy like a fountain
I’ve got joy like a fountain
in my soul
I’ve got joy like a fountain
I’ve got joy like a fountain
I’ve got joy like a fountain
in my soul

I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
in my soul
I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
I’ve got peace like a river
in my soul

-Elizabeth Mitchell

Kind-of Quiet

Quiet is something I crave. There is a constant symphony playing around here complete with power tools and hammers for percussion! I would like to think that I am the conductor, but let's face it, the kids are so in control! And as long as they have the baton, there will be noise. Or at least there should be. Quiet is a Jekyll and Hyde. It can be just what the doctor ordered or it can be the calm before the storm. Those rare few moments where you suddenly hear unexpected silence is usually a clue that something fishy is going on and you may have a big clean up on your hands. Those are the times I poke my head around the corner and see Lawson pulling all the books off the shelf, dumping the last bit of my coffee out or getting into drawers he shouldn't be opening. Nap time is a different kind of quiet. I look forward to nap time every day to both get things done and take a nice, deep, cleansing breath or two.

Today, I was enjoying the quiet for a good half hour, doing the dishes, humming "Lets Go Fly a Kite" (thanks, Beth... day number two and I'm still singing that song!) and listening to the hum of the sleep machine in the monitor as Lawson slept. Or so I thought. Out of the silence, an "uh oh". By the time I'd gone down the stairs and began to open the door, he'd began calling frantically for me. I couldn't help but crack up when the boy was standing in his crib with a horrified, worried look on his face and his diaper dangling from his hand. I've been lucky to have only had him remove his diaper on a few occasions and those times he found it funny. When Lawson sleeps, though, each item on the pre-sleep check list must be checked off in order and the covers must be arranged just so with his teddy bear and cup in their usual positions. Nothing can be off, or sleep just isn't going to happen. So, this was obviously NOT part of the normal routine. No biggie as far as I was concerned since the diaper wasn't dirty yet, so it was easy to laugh it off and put the diaper hoodini back to bed. No harm, no foul. Lawson did not find it funny at all. Maybe that'll keep him from doing it again. Let's hope! I guess sometimes even when I think I'm having my blissful quiet time, he could still just be in his crib quietly getting into mischief. So, now I get my somewhat quiet time. I have a sweet little baby cooing in her sleep all snuggled in my baby sling. That may be better than quiet, actually.

Kitchen Renovation

After a very long and drawn out kitchen renovation, we have a kitchen with cabinets, a counter and appliances. Incredible! We still have to update the light switches and add trim around the windows, but I can cook in my kitchen, I have a dishwasher for the first time in a couple of years (hallelujah!!!) and it's pretty, unlike the original kitchen. One of the major projects on our list has been CHECKED OFF! Woohoo!!!!

Staining Sunday

After a few days of pressure washing and sanding our wrap around deck, Dustin got to start staining on this beautiful, dry Whidbey day! And one of the back sections of our deck is now gorgeous and stained!

This was our deck this morning

And we went from this

To This

In one day!

Now we just need a dry day that he's NOT working to finish the rest of the deck! Cross your fingers!!!

Momming Ain't Easy...

There are 24 hours in a day as far as I can remember. Where they all go, however, leaves me mystified. In fact, I don't really acknowledge days anymore at all. My day is more or less divided in terms of "how long it's been since" or "how long until." For example, it's been 5 minutes since I was up to my elbows in poop, it must be time again! Okay, so maybe not up to my elbows. That could be a slight exaggeration. Maybe just up to my forearms. And maybe not every 5 minutes, but there's at least one diaper thrown into the laundry room every hour. And I swear, this new little munch mouth gets a clean diaper on her bottom and makes it a point to poop in it immediately. "Score! A new diaper!!!" *Insert gigantic truck-driver fart noise here.*

I do everything around eating, sleeping and defecating. And not even my own eating, sleeping and defecating. Nope, that would be impossible as I don't have enough time or hands to sleep or eat. As for the defecating part, I'll admit that I have come to the conclusion that diapers for adults are a grand idea! When you've used the throne with a baby in one arm breastfeeding and spitting milk all over you and a little monkey doing his best to undo the toilet paper, open the bathroom cabinets and check out the inside of the toilet bowl, you will understand where I'm coming from. And actually, eating is not much different. Just simply put the monkey in a highchair to make a solid mess and the baby in my arm to make a liquid mess and that leaves one free hand to maneuver bites across baby into my mouth and over to the wiggling monkey's mouth before said mouth begins whining impatiently. Sometimes, not eating seems easier.

And who knew that it would take an act of God to go grocery shopping with two kids? It's not even about the shopping, it's getting out of the house, into the car and to the grocery store during one of these few hour windows. If we go in the morning, it has to be early enough to be back before it's time for the monkey to recharge so I can run around the house like a crazy person with a baby strapped on myself trying to move mountains (also known as get the house clean, laundry washed and FOLDED and PUT AWAY, eat and try to shower or at least wash my face or at least brush my hair... probably just brush my hair). If we go in the afternoon, it must be quickly enough after the nap to get home and cook dinner before everyone's bellies start growling louder than the voice in my head that screams, "YOU CRAZY WOMAN! TWO KIDS UNDER 2??? TWO IN DIAPERS??? ARE YOU INSANE??? YOU SHOULD BE LOCKED AWAY!!!" (Just to be clear, I actually only mentally yell that at myself occasionally. Usually when I'm hungry and grumpy with too few hands to get the food in my mouth NOW!!!!) What makes this whole thing tricky, is that someone always poops on the way out the door, which leads to diaper changes which reminds Naomi that she wants to eat, which leads to sitting in the chair breastfeeding as Lawson freaks out that we're not going bye bye yet, which leads to milk all over me and a new outfit and gives Naomi air bubbles which makes being strapped into the car seat impossible. By the time all of these things are dealt with and both kids are in the car, Naomi is wide awake and NOT having being stuck in her seat and makes herself sweaty screaming at the top of her lungs all the way to the store. Luckily, Lawson loves going 'bye bye" and smiles the whole way there. Naomi then sleeps the whole time I shop and Lawson whines for every item I put in the basket between striking up a conversation with all the passers by. By the time I've learned the names of all the grandchildren of all the grandma's at the store and gotten tips on how to deal with sibling jealousy from the deli lady, the guy stocking the dairy section who's wife is a retired midwife and blah blah blah blah blah, and the cashier, and oh yeah, gotten my groceries, I load the car and wake up Naomi as I buckle her in just in time to drive back home as she screams. This little piggy cried "WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH " all the way home.

Yes, life these days is measured in minutes or hours since or until "insert messy, repetitive task here", and that's not half bad as far as I'm concerned. It's just part of being a mom. Mom, I now completely understand why you woke up at 6am, even on the weekends. You wanted to make yourself human before you started running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. At least if you woke up early, you'd be a bathed headless chicken with make up, clean hair and armpits that didn't smell like death. I should take a cue from you and drag myself out of bed before 7:30am. Dustin might thank you. I can only imagine coming home to this mess on a daily basis lately. Maybe that's why he's been working so much lately... I should also say thank you. Momming ain't easy, but you made it look effortless and that is no small feat.

No ifs ands or Butts

There Ain't No Butts About it.

Okay, maybe two sleepy little ones!

The Best and Most Beautiful

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.”
–Helen Keller

It's What She Does

When you are two, you are on observation mode. You notice everything! It only takes seeing or hearing something once to make an impression, so imagine what happens when you see something over and over each and every day. If you are Lawson, what happens is you craft your first sentence. After hearing Naomi, or "Num Num" as Lawson calls her, loudly poop in her diaper a few billion more times than I would have opted for, he proudly proclaimed, "Num poo poo!!!". He called it right on! Pooping is what she does. As well as farting and burping louder than your average frat boy. I'm a proud mama! Lawson has followed that first sentence up with a few others, such as "Hey you!" and "Hi Dadda!" but it's hard to beat "Num poo poo!".

Speaking of Naomi and poop... I've got you on the edge of your seat now, I'm sure. I've fondly referred to the tuft of hair that sticks straight up on the back of her head as her "poof". Well, Lawson is also quite amused at her hair standing on end and decided to tell me about it the other day. He giggled, pointed and did his best to say "poof". Essentially he pointed at her and said "poop". Almost as cool as when he told the nurse that was discharging us from the hospital after I had Naomi that his little sister's name was "dirt". Let the name-calling begin! Anyway, seeing that "poof" is way too similar to "poop", we've moved on to calling it her "fluff". I'm actually going to be really sad when her hair is long enough to weigh it down. I love her fluff and I love Lawson coming over and patting it while saying "ooohhhhh" the way an old woman squeezing baby cheeks might say "ooooohhh".

The fluff in all it's glory!

I'm also saying "ooooohhh" a lot myself these days! As in OH, MY!!! I am attempting to settle back into a mess of a house! The upstairs is still essentially ripped apart, minus the kitchen, and the downstairs is a mess. I have yet to unpack my suitcase full of maternity clothes for lack of a place to put them. I have yet to unpack my regular clothes from their storage container for lack of being able to fit into them and I currently have a handful of clothes that fit thrown in a pile that I rifle through to get dressed 50 times a day as I get milk, spit up, pee or poop on me. It's my worst nightmare. I want to get organized SO badly, but it is a very slow process. If I'm lucky, I may have it under control by the week's end. I also have a couple of weeks worth of obsessive picture taking to sift through and organize. We'll see if that gets accomplished anytime soon. I'm having a hard enough time organizing my thoughts and finding the words I'm looking for due to exhaustion. I dream about sleep often during the day to make up for the lack of dreams and sleep during the night.

And now it seems that Dirt, I mean, Naomi is done with her dreaming and is demanding I fill her up for the next Num poo poo, so I'm off to feed her and dream about the sleep I didn't get last night and pat her back until she belches loud enough to make Lawson's jaw drop...