On a Roll!

It is now nearly eleven p.m. and I am still awake. I will no doubt be suffering the consequences of this tomorrow. But at least I've got two pages to show for my late night. Plus, crafting and sewing are my preferred methods of relaxation - and trust me, a relaxation session was entirely necessary tonight. I've got a bite mark on my arm to prove it.

Page 1: Coming home from the hospital w/ Kendry. We had purchased his take home outfit in a newborn size a few weeks prior, but his 10lb arrival made it clear he wouldn't be sporting any newborn clothes. So while we were still at the hospital my mother-in-law went and exchanged the outfit for the next size bigger. Page 2: Kendry's first bath. Despite his face in the lower picture he has loved his baths from Day 1.

Next few pages on my to-do list: 1st haircut, 6mth mark, AK trip, and Christmas 2009.

And to clarify my earlier comment, the bite came from my kiddo, and it wasn't really intentional. He was using me to pull himself up to his feet and, in the process, my arm got in the way of his mouth. Apparently biting is part of his concentration process for standing up. Boy, did it hurt. And things just kinda went downhill from there. By the time I got Kendry to bed I was feeling pretty emotionally drained, not to mention bruised. But, God gives us strength for a new day, and tomorrow I start a fresh day of parenting. On that note, I suppose I had better get to bed.

Ten on Tuesday

1. We got our Girl Scout cookies this weekend. Tagalongs, Samoas and Thin Mints, oh my! I let Kendry have his very first Thin Mint on Saturday but he barely ate any of it. Are we sure this kiddo belongs to me?

2. Our multi-talented son is starting to develop his dancing skills. Lets hope he doesn't plan on learning any moves from his parents. As you can see in the video, mine are a bit spastic and are sure to embarrass him for years to come. But for the time being he thinks they are cool enough to mimic.

3. We're planning to make Paula Deen's Baked French Toast Casserole w/ Maple Syrup for Easter brunch (along with 3-4 other accompanying menu items). Dee-lish!

4. It seems I am in trouble with my husband for purchasing a pastel argyle sweater vest for Kendry to wear on Easter Sunday. Its the argyle part he dislikes. Isn't it a rule that argyle can't be dorky until you are at least out of the toddler years? Naturally, I will be posting photos of this controversial outfit for you to weigh in.

5. Voila! Another scrapbook page completed:

6. It was beautiful here again this weekend. Kendry enjoys keeping us company outside as we start spring projects in the yard. He may only be crawling still, but he is certainly the little explorer.
7. I'm putting Kendry's Easter basket together tonight. I didn't buy him any candy - he is, after all, only 10 months old and, let's face it, all of it would be eaten by Mommy and Daddy anyway. Like we need that. But I did find him a few cute Easter goodies.

8. I was pretty bummed when our local Christian book and gift store closed in December, but I just found out that a new, revamped store supplying books, gifts and, wait for it... COFFEE (hooray!) has opened in a new location. I might need to check that out this weekend.

9. Veggie Tales Toddler Songs is such a fun CD. Kendry and I rock out to "This is the Day" and "If You're Happy and You Know It" in the car each morning, although I have yet to get him to clap along with me.

10. Kendry seems to pick up some new talent every time we spend a weekend with Justin's family. In February, after a few days with Miss Ava, it was finally figuring out how to crawl on all fours. Then, when I left Justin and Kendry in Quincy for the Big Climb, I returned to find my son doing this repeatedly:

Cute, but I would rather he had learned how to do his own laundry.

Outdoor Baby

When we got home today it was still 60+ outside, so we headed out to make the most of the remaining daylight. There is so much for a kiddo to discover outside, even just in our own back yard.

Like Daddy's planters.

Mmmmm, this clump of dirt looks yummy.

I suppose I could have stopped him from eating dirt, but where is the fun in that?

Amidst all the distractions he still manages to give me a few smiles.
Look at that toothy grin!

Then some goofy antics.

"Look, Ma! I can do a pushup!"

Finally, a serious pose for Mommy and her camera.

Take Me to the Emerald City

In preparation for our travels to Quincy and Seattle last weekend I was totally in my organization element. I started packing us up mid-week, and even had a list to check off items as I packed. It was fantastic! And I didn't forget a thing. I got the okay to leave work at 4pm on Friday, and by 5pm we had the car (and kiddo) packed and were pulling out of the driveway. I took this ease with which the weekend was starting as a good omen for all that lay ahead.

I should have known better. Perhaps I should have yielded more to my maternal instinct when, an hour into our drive, I kept catching a whiff of something that smelled a bit sour. Mind you, our kiddo was a major spitter-upper for the first 6 months of his life so this was not an unusual smell to us. And we have found that when Kendry is teething he regresses to spitting up again. His daycare provider had sent him home in a bib that day, which I took as a sign that he was spitting up a bit. I figured the sour whiff was simply from his bib. I figured wrong. You see, Kendry was also wearing his second outfit of the day due to a blowout at daycare. Maybe I should have considered that fact as well. But nooooooo - it took me another hour to discover Kendry's second blowout of the day. Terrific. No wonder he wasn't falling asleep like he usually does in the car. I wouldn't be able to sleep sitting in that either. Ahhh...the many facets of the teething stage are so wonderful, aren't they?

Without another town for twenty miles I had Justin pull over to the side of the road. Poor Kendry was not a happy camper. Neither were we. (BTW, see Red Bag sharing in this adventure?)

And no sooner do I get him in his new, clean outfit than he spits up all over it. Just peachy.

"I don't know what all this fuss is about Mom. Now could you please put some clothes back on me cuz its getting cold out here?"

We finally made it to Quincy where Kendry enjoyed an evening playing with his cousins, Paxton and Ava, and got to stay up way past his bedtime.

Fast forward to Saturday morning. I was on the road to Seattle by 9:30am, all by myself. I made it to Amanda's house by noon. We chatted for a bit - let's face it, she and I could probably talk for days and still not be done - and then we headed to Alki Beach for some rollerblading. It was gorgeous!

It doesn't get much better than a beautiful, fun day in Seattle with a girlfriend.

Bust out the cameras cuz its photo shoot time!

See the Space Needle poking up atop my head?

Seattle helps me find my zen. Now if only I knew what zen really is...

Hold that pose, chica. You look fabulous against the Seattle skyline.

Now on to the next stop(s): Target and pedicures

Look at those pretty little piggies!

Time to get glammed up for our dinner at Black Bottle.

Finally, Sunday arrived and it was time for the main event of the weekend: Seattle's Big Climb 2010, tackling 69 flights of stairs in the Columbia Center. WHEW! Talk about exhausting. We don't have photos of this because who wants to carry a camera with them up 69 flights, right? But we took a picture of our climbing team, Step It Up, as we dined on a delicious breakfast at Fado afterwards.

The unidentified male sitting with us is Amanda's boyfriend, Chris, who I finally got to meet this weekend.

After the climb and stuffing myself to capacity with an Irish brunch, all I wanted to do was take a nap. Alas, I still had a 6 hour drive home. I picked up my boys in Quincy and we arrived home safely around 6pm. Much to our surprise, our basement door was standing wide upon when we pulled in our drive. Guess we forgot something after all: closing and locking the basement. Thankfully, everything was just as we left it.

Red Bag Does Seattle

Red Bag destination #3: Seattle

Date: March 20-21, 2010

Occasion: Hanging out with Amanda and tackling the Big Climb once again.

From here on out I will be referring to Red Bag as "she". I figure such a glamorous and reliable traveling companion deserves at least that much recognition.

Here we are at Amanda's house at 7:30am on Sunday morning, all decked out to climb 69 flights of stairs. Not that Red Bag actually did the stairs with me. I had a hard enough time lugging my own LB's up those stairs; there was no way I was tacking on her 10 too. Although she probably could have helped me body slam a few stair hogs out of my way. Me, competitive? Never!If I'm really honest here, 10lbs might be a bit optimistic. I'm not sure I have ever successfully packed an overnight bag under 10lbs. But my determination to use Red Bag has definitely got me packing a little lighter so everything fits. Or I just squeeze a few items into Justin's bag when he isn't looking.

Seattle was gorgeous and wonderful! More on that later...