Sick day dos

My immune system continues to give in to the monsters attacking my throat/sinuses, leaving me even more boring than usual.  I did not put on real clothes all day.  The only reason Monkey Bug ever got real clothes was because he eventually pooped through his pajamas and I was forced to act responsible.  I managed to send a few emails.  That concludes all my accomplishments.

Because breastfeeding comes with a whole bunch of medicinal restrictions and because I'm not a huge fan of going to see my ObGyn (I don't have a gen practitioner currently), I decided to try out the whole homeopathic (I first typed that as "homeopathetic - a Freudian slip, perhaps) turmeric-in-honey thing.   I don't know if it has helped, but boy does it taste awful.  In case you were wondering.  Even if it cures me (which I'm not sure I'll be able to tell because it's not acting fast enough), I'm not sure I can give it credit.  *insert gagging noise here*

Sick day

I have razor blades living in my throat, so I get extra props for managing/remembering to do this today.

Monkey Bug also got his shots yesterday and I know I'm not the only mother out there who thinks the day after shots is always worse than the day of.  Meanwhile, he is a tall, weighty kid with a smallish head.  Who likes to suck on his toes:

Blankity blanket

As for sewing projects, I clearly didn't get much done today.  But I'm in the process of making a bunch of baby blankets.  I can post a pic of the one that I've already given away, but the others will have to wait until they've been gifted.

My grandma made me a few of these flannel blankets - just one layer (although she sent multiples - one layer and two layer are a really nice weight.  Plus super easy because you just narrow hem the edges and do a decorative stitch.  Voila.  Baby blanket in under 30.

I also went insane and made my own piping today for a different blanket. (Actually it wasn't so much insanity as they didn't have enough premade in the color I needed at the store.) I then proceeded to discover that I am definitely not talented enenough to take short cuts like inserting the piping between the layers and sewing the layers at the same time. 1 1/2 hours later, that mess was fixed. Once I give away the result, I shall post a picture of it.

Sunday

First of all, this micro-suit makes me want to buy my son a fedora, possibly a little fake machine gun, and put '30s gangster slang in captions under the picture:

Second of all, my job at church is to do music with the kids, which is pretty much the best job out there.  But it's like pulling nails to find people to commit to substitute for me so on days like today when I feel like crap, I find that I'd rather go to the effort of just dragging myself to church than find someone who will take care of my job for me.  And so we did the Move Cube.  Which is essentially a giant cube that they can roll like a die and it has things like "spin around," "jump up," "high five," "move right/left," etc. on each side.  And we "moved" every time we sang something in the song that was a blessing.  It was a great quick idea, albeit a not very well-thought-out one, since of course I had to lead said moving.  Oops.  The third time somebody rolled "jump up," I made him do it again.  Even though he's 3.

Naptime

This kid does not want to miss anything.  He's been fighting the whole nap thing for a while.  Although I'm probably just an ignorant first-time parent who gives in too easily.  The only sure way to get him to nap is to snuggle him into submission.  He snores really loud and flops around a lot for someone so small (relatively speaking, since compared to other kids his age, he's quite the chunk).   It makes it kinda hard to sleep in the same room as him...

Yes, he did this position himself.  Little contortionist. 

 The Buddha belly is 90% of why I had to share these pics.  It's so squishable.  

Uninteresting

Part of my problem trying to blog is that I can't think of anything to write about most of the time.  I've tried to start writing about a couple of different things and each time I got about 2 sentences in and had nothing more to say.  Or realized it was completely uninteresting (not that I'm hitting the ball out of the park with this intro either...)

Maybe I've just gotten that uninteresting?

I mean, I did get excited at the prospect of invisible zippers for 89 cents each a few minutes ago...  and I have no idea what movies are currently in the theaters... oh well...

More cuteness!!  This kid is a master scooter.

6 Months!

This kid is so cute it hurts.  The new thing this week is exploring our voice, i.e. making pterodactyl sounds.  But we also get super excited when we see Daddy, love to be tickled, and are completely fascinated with the rotating space heater.  We also chew on everything, drool all over, and are very good at blowing out multiple diapers per day.  Pretty sure we almost single-handedly support the stocking of Oxi-Clean pretreat in all local stores.