Ack! I turn 30 in a month from today. I will no longer be a twenty something. Jason and I will both be "in our thirties" for the first time. 30's a big one. Whoa.
Well, anyway...this post isn't going to be about all that and my wrinkles and chin whiskers...I just had to point it out being that it's the 25th.
This post will be the usual. But I did want to ask:
Anyway, back to yesterday...the boys had some peek-a-poo playing and tickle fun during lunch:
I just love how my boys genuinely seem to enjoy one another. In the mornings when Dalton finishes his nursing he stops and asks, "Bubba?" and then hops down and wanders down the hall to find him. And Easton's usually happy to see his baby too. But who wouldn't be happy to see this face?
Yesterday after quiet time we played Spiderman and climbed for quite awhile...
This pose just looked so "typical Spidey" to me:
After we played for a bit I talked the boys into going to Target...I wanted to get Easton some goggles...
I'm not sure if they'll end up working, we'll have to cut them if we do keep them.
My mom and Lauren joined us for dinner last night. I make really delicious chicken enchiladas, if I do say so myself.
Dalton didn't sleep through the night last night, but I wasn't expecting him to. He didn't eat all that great during the day. He made it till 4 when he started to make noises on and off till just after 5 when I fed him. Then he went back to sleep till 8. It was a good night for him so I'm happy.
This morning Easton woke up and started calling before his clock said 7. He seemed genuinely surprised that it wasn't 7 yet, so I think he didn't even look at his clock, the stinker. Oh well...we've had a good day anyway.
We went to breakfast at Atlanta Bread. I'm trying to be sure to keep using my Mother's Day gift cards given that I have the tendency to simply collect gift cards. So we did breakfast, Easton ordered a pecan roll like he always does but then he ate nearly all of Dalton's muffin top instead. Goober. But it's not like Dalton could eat the pecan roll--we don't do nuts with him yet. Somehow they both got full enough and we went to the library.
The library is right next door to a fire station and they do carseat checks on Wednesdays. Since we just switched things around I thought, hey, may as well have an expert check it out. There wasn't a single thing we were doing "wrong" or could do better. Nothing. She was so impressed at how tightly Jason had the seats in there. She was like, "we check for this and this and this and these seats aren't going anywhere". They don't budge even a little.
They also checked out the boys' placement when in the seats too to make sure the straps are at the right height and that it's tight enough:
Once again they said we were doing everything right. She even asked me, "Did you take a class?" Like a carseat class. And no, we didn't...but I have my "Carseat Girl" friend (Hi JessicaOI!). Reading the manuals help too, of course. But anyway, it's nice to have a certified expert giving us the thumbs up on our car safety! Plus it was cool to be at the fire station, the boys got hats and climbed all around the car while the ladies inspected stuff:
Then we were on our way...
We headed to Hobby Lobby and bought a bunch of craft stuff...even some Christmas crafts already!
When we got home the boys put on their fire badge sticker and their "I visited the fire station" tattoos:
We had a little lunch and then some quiet time. Easton and I read all his new library books, then he played quietly by himself for a long time, till he got hurt and I heard him cry out and then as I was rushing up the stairs he started knocking on his door to be allowed to come out. He knows he can't leave and he knows he's not supposed to call for me (but that doesn't always stop him from calling). He has taken to knocking on the door which I find quite amusing. And the fact that he was hurt, crying, and knocking was too cute. So he moved into my room to watch his new roller coaster DVD he checked out from the 'brary this morning.
I expect Dalton up any minute and then I think we'll run to the grocery store for a few things and then swimming lessons tonight!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
My Last Month of Youth
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30! Bah! My life began at 30! Hey, it's my birthday next month too, July 24th. I'll be 39 though, my last year in my 30's ...uh...ack...(I just choked).
Woot, woot on the carseat check. That is awesome.
How fun the fire dept. I asked my sister for some more hats like that and they said they are out. But your boy's look adorable in those hats. And cool tatts.
How cute that he was knocking at the door. He was being so obedient. Great job.
I'm only 5 years behind you. I hit 25 this summer.
Yay for carseat excellence!
As far as the blog posts, I didn't vote, because I didn't really fit anywhere. I like BOTH kinds of posts (as long as I'm still getting the same kind of fun information about the boys), but I think maybe I'm a better commenter when they are shorter. I forget to comment about everything when it is all in one post. But I'm really ambivalent about it as a reader, both are good.
You are a baby! Hush now!
Some of us are a tad older!
I am 35! That is on my way to 40!!
YIKES!
Love, Cori
Way to go with your great car seat'ing! I actually had a woman come up at church and tell me that Drew's straps weren't exactly in the right place. I felt pretty terrible about it. That's probably the type of thing that all parents should check from time to time. Good reminder.
Those water goggles are the cutest things. I must go to Target soon. I still need to look for that fruit leather too!
And I'm going to be perfectly honest with ya. The spidey costume is adorable. The mask? Totally freaks me out! :)
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