my first post

So I decided that maybe I should do something with all of my time since most days I have nothing planned... not that blogging is the best way to spend time. BUT it will make me feel like I have actually talked to someone other than Joe because Boston's responses are either babble or, my personal favorite, a blank stare -- which inevitably makes me feel like a crazy person. This is the look...


Like he is saying, "Are you really expecting me to respond?" Which I in turn reply, "I'm really not crazy Boston."

I saw Jennifer Garner on Leno like 2 months ago and she was talking about her little girl and saying that when Violet (her daughter) says _____ _____, it means ______. So fill in the blanks. Ba ba means blanket or whatever. Maybe I am just not an attentive mother because ba ba means nothing to me. He will say dada for everybody, dado for any animal (especially dogs) and bob (that's me). Although as of late he has refused to refer to me as anything and will just walk to me and put out his arms. So I'll say "mommy" and then he just stares at me like I'm crazy. "You know mommy is a real word Boston. Mom is not crazy..."

I tried to teach him sign language and that really went no where. He will do 'all done/no more' but not just in reference to food. No more playing, no more of this toy, no more singing, etc. All done and no more do not help me when he is crying and I don't know what he wants. "No more crying?? Yes, I agree, stop it."

Here are some pictures of our lives since Joe and I are both pretty bad and staying in touch with all our friends and family at times. They aren't in chrono order just FYI. Enjoy!

I don't know what this look is... trying to show me his double chin? I think he's jealous of mine

This is today. He's happy he smuggled the remote from dad. These are post-haircut. We have to buzz it because he moves his head and it is easier to just cut it all the same length, even though it looks cuter when it's longer.

This shirt is size 3-6 mos but it is so cute I bought it anyway and squeezed him in it! Here's the close up of what it says... very true


Chillin' in his bathrobe

Boston, me and little Dylan Persinger. He's actually my cousin although Boston will probably have more in common with him. They had been in the car for a couple hours already and Boston is happy to be free and Dylan could care less.

Boston with his other cousin (Joe's sister's baby), Darek. He likes to hold his cousins :)

Eye protection for the baby pool

Boston ready to cheer me on while I rock out the karaoke.

Boston took a nap after church and woke up with Julius Caesar hair. One downfall to having so much!

But he's still pretty happy

I donated some blood and they gave me graham crackers. I think Boston enjoyed them more than I did...

I asked him if he liked his crackers. Okay fine, I won't talk to you while you eat.

Pictures like these remind me why I love being a mom so much :)