Playdate

This is our friend James. He is very cute.

Paul shows James how pressing the drum button makes cool drum noises.

Now, we fight to the death! (Just kidding.) Yup, James is very cute.
(But I'm still the cutest, right?)

One and a Half Men.

CHEESE!

Cream cheese, that is. . .

Dude.

I am SO over the mall. . .

Friday afternoon at the Play Place

Friday was wet and miserable outside, so we went to the play place at the mall for some fun!

Paul loves the slide. . .

He climbed up onto the rocket ship all by himself. . .
. . .but he had help getting into the cockpit. . .

New Food: Kiddie Menu!

Today, after taking his 12-month vaccinations like a trooper (a ticked-off trooper, but he's entitled to that. . .), Paul and I went into Brookline in search of beef bones for soup (FAIL!), chicken bones for soup (WIN!), and a stroll in the sunshine (WIN!).

We stopped at Panera for brunch, and Paul had his very own grilled cheese sandwich from the kiddie menu - that's the first time I've ever ordered a separate meal for him. He loved the grilled cheese - even more so when smeared with some of my cream cheese - and his little mind was totally blown by the tube of yogurt that came with his meal. He also enjoyed watching me fill his bottle from a little juice-box carton of milk.

On a side note, I'm having a very difficult time dealing with his new favorite game: He takes some food from his tray or plate, and dangles his hand over the side of his chair. Once he's established eye contact with me, he then, very thoughtfully, very purposefully, drops the food on the floor. I shake my head, say no in a low, serious voice, and he does it again, this time with even MORE deliberation. One one hand, it's exasperating and messy. On the other, it's very funny to see a baby so defiant, and it takes everything I've got to keep a stern face and not dissolve into giggles.

I'm going to be a poor mother if I keep finding his misbehaviors clever and funny. . .

A Slew of Videos

Nothing fancy, pretty low production values, and the scripts leave something to be desired. . .still, if you're a fan of the Paul Andrew action, and need a dose of cute. . .

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Play Place last Friday. . .

A local (upscale) mall has a great kids play place - Paul was in molded plastic heaven!

Delightful dining companion.

(Will post a buncha videos tomorrow. . .)

Baby in a Box!

Hey Safta!

Safta Sheila came up to Boston just to spend Saturday with Paul! They had a wonderful time playing all day, but we didn't unpack the camera until just before supper time. . .

We had a lot of fun playing Peek-A-Boo behind Safta!

Ahhhhh. . . lotion!

Peek-A-Safta! Hee hee!

No, Safta, THIS is how I brush my hair!

AAAHHHHHHH!!!!

For she's a jolly good Fellow!

For she's a jolly good Fellow!

For she's a jolly good Fellow!

Nobody can deny!

Hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa!

Paul was going to spend Monday and Tuesday (Nov 3 and 4) with Grandma Shelly and Grandpa Steve because Mommy and Daddy were going to Rochester, NY to see Safta Sheila be honored as a Fellow by STANYS (Science Teachers Association of New York State).

Daddy went to Rochester alone. Mommy stayed home sick. Safta was honored (next post). Paul had a great time with Grandma, Grandpa, and the cousins. . .

Two tomatoes were walking down the street,

and one was lagging behind. The first tomato turned around, squished the second tomato, and said, "Ketchup!"

Here's some "ketchup" blogging from the past week and a half. . .

Paul recovering on November 1st from his Halloween Virus o' Horror. . .

. . .eggs and toast are good food!

I wonder what I can pull off the table?

Hey! Stop staring at me!
Here's Paul giving Mommy his virus! What a generous boy!

Where have we been?

We promise some more blog posts soon. Travel, baby illness, other projects, and a feeling of "where did the time go" kept us from posting. Plus, we couldn't find the camera. The excavation is over, so we should be posting.

Paul spent a few days with his grandparents while we passed around a stomach bug. Here is is, learning all about evolution at the altar of the purple one.

Halloween: Good Idea / Bad Idea

A good idea for Halloween: Dressing as a dragon!

Paul was a little angry when Grandma Shelly stopped him from pulling things off the shelf in order to try on his costume hood. . .
. . .he had more fun trying on the whole ensemble with daddy. . .
Grr! Scary dragon!!
Paul and Daddy at the daycare mini-party (a buncha babies in cute costumes (omg - there was this little chicken costume - too cute!!) playing on the floor. . .).

A bad idea for Halloween: Vomit monster!
This is the way Paul went this year. . . When he says "trick or treat" better stand back and grab a bucket!

There are no pictures for this particular turn of costumes (you're welcome), and Paul is now resting, occasionally even comfortably.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Rubber Ducky - you're the one!

Rubber Ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun! Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.

Rubber Ducky, joys of joys. When I squeak you, you make noise! Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!

Everyday when I make my way to the tubby - I find a little fella who's cute, yellow, and chubby. (rub-a-dub-a-dubby)

Rubber Ducky, you're so fine, and I'm lucky that you're mine! Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of. . . Rubber Ducky I'd like a whole pond of . . . Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you!
See you soon, Daddy! I love you!