Hallo, blog-log. It’s Sunday and I just inhaled four pieces of fried chicken and a peach Greek yogurt for lunch, while feeding the plain yogurt parts to Mr. Baby. So far we have given him yam, avocado, baby oatmeal and carrot and the yogurt is the only thing that he’s liked. Silly baby!
Finally during the next two weeks I have some work. Also, my old job wants to hire me back on PRN, two or three times a week for four hours at a time. Perfect!
Check out Maggie dog, hoarding Chobani containers and Tupperware in her kennel. Poor old dog!
Mmmm, deviled eggs. They disappear very quickly in this house.
Mood for summer 2017, starring La Liz.
Josh has a new job too, he’ll be starting it in two weeks. He’ll get paid 4 dollars more an hour, and his commute will go from 40 minutes to an hour (one way), to less than 20 minutes. YES.
My roving magpie eyes found this glitter egg (half) at the dogpark.
Bear Cub enjoys a roll around outside.
The Gooiest of the Goos! I’m crazy about this kid.
You learn to do just about everything with a baby attached.
Guess what we did on Friday night/Saturday??
Camping again! That’s riiiiight. It was crowded, but now that we are car camping there are always more people around.
This is the “bare bones” list for camping that we have since added to. So much shit! I also added a caftan and lounge chair…I mean, if you’re gonna car camp, why not? Let’s be luxurious.
On the road, with Maggie dog.
The water was too cold for Mr. Baby…Josh dipped his little baby feet in and he went WAH. I went up to my waist (mostly because I had to pee), and my cold-loving husband dove in, of course.
We ate chicken teriyaki and apple cobbler (all freeze dried, of course), and Mr. Baby slept from 9:20 to 5:30. I fed him, handed him to Josh, and then slept in until 8. I LOVE THE WEEKEND.
Heart-shaped rocks everywhere.
Now I just need to go camping once more this summer to be fulfilled…although I would go more, if I could. I love it.
Wearing a nursing bra and my husband’s baggy running shorts to swim in. Josh thinks I shouldn’t give skirted swimsuits such a hassle, and I should get one. Really? Remember, he also wanted me to buy a housecoat a few years back. My husband wants me to dress in old lady drag, apparently.
Ohhhh this baby. I love him so.
Okay, maybe that fourth piece of chicken was ill-advised. BARF. Smell you later!