Tonight, Patrick got Joe all bathed and jammified and then handed him off to me for a bottle and story.
We didn’t quite make it to story time — for the first time in months, Joe fell asleep in my arms!
What a sweet boy.
Speaking of Mothers Day, if you have 13 minutes to kill and a hanky nearby, watch this beautiful little movie.
I started my day with a lovely breakfast in bed, followed by a lovely giggly baby in bed. And I think this is the first day in two weeks that it hasn’t even threatened to rain!
With the sun out and the ground finally dry, I took Joe outside for some photos. It was nearing naptime so we didn’t get any smiles out of him, but how cute is he:
Yesterday we gathered up two carloads of old clothes, books and assorted “stuff” for the annual Richmond Mommies yard sale. We made about $150 but didn’t get rid of nearly everything.
We did witness an intersting twist in 21st century bargain-hunting, though: A man sauntered up to our table, pulled out a small electronic wand and begain scanning the ISBN code on the back of each of our books. The wand was connected to his BlackBerry, where he had a program that would transmit the ISBN code online and tell him what the average selling price was. He got three books from us for $1.50, and said he expected to get about $30 for them online. Crazy!
Joe continues to be a good little eater, and he’s trying new things all the time.
I have been making a lot of his food. It’s not only cheaper, but it lets me know exactly what he’s getting. I puree a fruit or vegetable, pour it into ice cube trays, and freeze it overnight. Each cube is about an ounce, so it’s easy to make him a portion of food. Just throw a few cubes into a bowl, nuke it for a few seconds, and voila.
hard-boiled egg yolk
Unfortunately, he does seem to prefer the packaged baby food. This is his absolute favorite:
Patrick and I have been eating pretty well lately, too! Last week I made spinach and chicken pie with a lovely phyllo crust:
Tonight, I’m going to try making cashew chicken. Wish me luck!
It occurred to me recently that this blog has become “All Joe, All the Time.” It’s understandable — he’s the most interesting thing we’ve ever done, and the camera loves him! But I’m going to attempt one post here that isn’t all about the baby.
First, we saw the most amazing movie over the weekend. “Man On Wire” is a documentary about the French daredevil who walked on a wire between the twin towers of the World Trade Center, shortly after it opened in the 1970s.
Never mind the actual walking part — the amount of planning and preparation and trickery that went into setting up the wire was just breathtaking. He came up with this plan while the twin towers were still under construction, so there’s lots of footage of that. It’s odd to see the innards of those buildings as they were going up — we’re so used to seeing them when they came down.
Netflix users — get it!
Tonight, as part of the National Day of Service, I’m making chicken for 40 and helping to serve dinner at the Petersburg Salvation Army Men’s Shelter. It’s a project my Obama campaign friends signed us all up for, and fits in with one of my new year’s resolutions — to volunteer more. It could become a regular thing!
I’m excited about tomorrow’s inauguration. No matter who you supported in the presidential race, you’ve got to admit it’s kind of cool to see this happening in our lifetime. And I’ll admit, I am dying to see what Michelle Obama wears!
Joe has a new toy — one of those Johnny Jump-Up things that hangs in the doorway on a spring so he can jump and bounce.
He wasn’t sure what to make of it at first:
But now look at him go!
(OK, Patrick helped a bit.)
I predicted that I’d be asleep by 10 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, but I bought some champagne to toast with before bed. I didn’t remember I had it until about 9:45, so we sat down to have a glass and talk about our resolutions for the year.
One glass led to a second, and before we knew it, the clock said 11:45!
Right about that time, Joe woke up crying with some teething pain. So we all ended up in the living room, watching Dick Clark as the ball dropped.
Here are some of the resolutions we came up with:
We also spent some time talking about how different Joe will be this time next year. On the one hand, I’m eager to see the little boy he will become. On the other hand, I want him to stay as little and sweet as he is now!