Happy 4 Month Birthday, Wyatt!
Will the poop stories ever get old? I think not. Evidence: tonight it was pretty funny when Wyatt had a blowout in his Bumbo seat. Thank goodness it's an easy-clean surface. Of course it was made funnier by the fact that I had picked him up and carried him into the living room before I realized that wasn't mustard on my shirt. Lovely. How is it that I, a college-degree-holding adult, continue to let this happen to myself? Truly a mystery.
Otherwise it was a normal day here, meaning it consisted of a morning walk to Dunkin Donuts for coffee (no donuts, I swear), a couple of naps that are getting more regular every day :), and lots of drool. Copious amounts of drool. Lisa witnessed the excess droolage while we were hanging out in the front yard ('cause that's the cool thing to do when you live in Marek Park) as it slid down Wyatt's front, past my knee and ended up in a puddle on my toe. Ahh, motherhood.
Seriously? Is this really what rocks my world? Yes, it is. Try not to be too jealous.
On another note, Jeff is reading aloud his info packet for this weekend's triathlon (try not to be jealous of that, either; it's always fun to have random facts spouted from the corner). For instance, did you know that Izena is actually made up of 4 islands with a total population of 1884 in 800 households? Yeah, me neither. Don't you feel smarter now? You're welcome. And it turns out there are only 26 foreigners competing. Out of 492 participants. Now I'm disappointed I won't be there to watch because that ought to make for some interesting pictures. I just suggested to him that he take a disposable camera to take pictures during the run. I wish you could've seen the look. Apparently that's a not only a totally uncool idea, but is also not aerodynamic. Looks like we'll have to use our imaginations to picture Jeff's little caucasian cranium bobbing among all the Japanese. Too bad.
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