Baby Tuesday

Good tidings to you, to you and your friends. It's a holly dandied Baby Tuesday.
Thanks to my unexpected industriousness last week and Christmas in the Park (and a banana happening), there's plenty of produce here to pick from. Fresh from the fields.

Okay let's talk about this first.
People, look at this monstrosity.

I mean, I wanted drums in his room, but I didn't want DRUMS in his room.
The insanity had gone on long enough.
I consulted some drummy people that gave me some advice. And then I got to work!
This was the splendid result:

Oh gosh, just looking at it makes me breathe a sigh of relief.
Now there are just 3 drums, nice and tidy and appropriate for the "little people."

I moved master R's crib from beneath the attic furnace, because no matter how much Kevin assures me that the entire house would have to fall down in order for the furance to come through the ceiling, I'm not taking any chances.


Sigh, that's better. I added some perky little IKEA lights in collaboration with my nifty Danish Jonah and the whale mobile that Sister Celtic gave Baby C.
Can you see the crib bumper I made? It's there, and thank goodness for it, because Baby R already gave himself a black eye in his crib somehow, I guess trying to stand up(?). Who knows how many bruises he would have without it.

Look at them enjoying the new space!
I've stopped telling Baby C to get off that chest. Forget it, I gotta pick my battles.

And now Christmas in the Park:






These antlers were a hit!
Some kids that were there that seemed bored otherwise at the animatronic bears and elves, would yell, "Mommy look! A baby reindeer!!"
He had no clue that anything was on his head.


"Pardon me, did you say I look like a reindeer?"


Mmm park kiosk snacks.


I couldn't persuade Baby C to get out and walk. Not that I really wanted her to, but I wanted her to have fun and I thought walking might help? Guess not.


She did however plead with me to let her out of the stroller to play on the corporate art, after we left the park and were walking back to the car.
Yeah sure, someone might as well have fun on the big granite planter.


A nice Indian dad offred to take our photo after he spotted me trying to take our photo with the timer on the camera.
Thank goodness.
As awkward as this photo is of me (forshortening my legs into tree trunks) I assure you that the one I took with the timer was absolutely disasterous. Braces, nostrils, kids turning to the side, etc. It's bad enough that I'm wearing brown and salmon and furry green boots, right?



My mornings often look something like this, but often Baby R is also in the picture. He slept in this morning.


I love this video. I love her weird expressions and odd comments. I love it because she's like me, and I love me. So I love us.

And speaking of peeking in on my routine, watch this last video.
I filmed the little night owl in the wee hours when he decided it was "morning" since it was A.M.