HO, HO, HO

The bub was not at all scared of the Jolly Old Elf

that showed up at the church Christmas party.

I suppose it was that familiar twinkle in his eye

or the fact that he sounded a lot like Daddy.

Mommy just couldn't resist either.

mobility is a mixed blessing

The bub is not yet crawling, but I will put him down on the floor in one spot and come back to find him somewhere different. He sort of wiggles, rolls, rocks, kicks, squidges, and wills himself wherever he wants to go. At the moment his chief desire is anything made of paper...

...like the do not remove tag under the chair.

He removed it.

Sometimes this less than coordinated effort ends in frustration.

Such as, when the arms and legs get all tangled

and that sparkly Christmas tree ends up being all poky and stuff.

I think we have the makings of an Olympian

Bathtime is one of our favorite times.

So is play-on-the-floor time.

Especially if the bub can get ahold of paper!

Dress up is really only fun for mommy!

Optional clothing is always fun too.

here is tired, happy, and cold mommy

A First Halloween

So I had this great idea that I would make/find a gorilla costume for the bub, give him a barbie doll, and make myself an Empire State Building costume out of boxes and tinfoil.

In the end, I had enough on my plate being in charge of Trunk-or-Treat,

so I bundled up Ian in his Pooh bear suit and markered his nose.

He is still just as adorable.

(I went as a tired, but happy mommy.)

a joyful life

Fall has come to Ohio and winter is stepping on its heels.

We have spent the last week processing and canning 5 gallons of the yummiest, sweetest, all-natural applesauce for the bub.

He helped too.

Later, I caught these moments...

"Mo-om!"

Tickles...

Daddy knows just where they are!
I also giggle at Jack and Bailey, mommy, and sometimes myself.

Mom can't get enough of me either...especially after my bath!
Ohh! If you could smell this!