Yorick's New Doctor

I love love love-ity love Yorick's new doctor. She's really rad, she doesn't care one whit that Yorick still sleeps in our bed, and she agreed to let us set our own immunization schedule, since Yorick isn't in daycare. She's going to split up his MMR, he'll get his measles part of it when he's 2, and the mumps/rubella part when he starts kindergarten!! Does she rawk or what???

He got a Prevnar shot yesterday and let out a blast of disagreement until he noticed the nifty new Snoopy bandaid attached to his thigh, then the shot was forgotten.

Today we were supposed to be cleaning the house when I decided to put the scarf from Josh's shinai on Yorick's head... this completely tickled Josh and he ran to get his shinai for a photo op.

Our little shodan:



And then after lunch today (it was messy which is why he's naked), I put him down for a nap in our bed, unaware of the trap he would lay for me. I laid down next to him until he fell asleep, but he fell asleep holding onto my necklace! He couldn't outdo the master, though, and I took it off, leaving him holding it while he slept.

I couldn't resist:



As an addendum, there was a hit and run outside my apartment just minutes ago! Somebody slammed into the back of some girl's car, and took off, apparently. (I was peeking through the window blinds, as I inherited legitimately from my grandmother.)

And THIS is how much I've changed, people!! I actually contemplated going down and seeing if she was okay and taking her some water or something.

But then I thought, "Nah, I'm still in my jim-jams."

So... not that much, you still have your Bryn.

Of Malls and Playlands

So my son has a passion for Mall Playlands. This one is very similar to the one we frequented in Orange County, so he didn't pay it much difference, it was definitely all the same to him. With maybe the exception of the rubber playmat floor, which made him feel the need to crawl often, so he could feel it on his hands.

Of course, he came down with a fever the day after our Playland visit, only strengthening our resolve not to put him in daycare. Damned sickie babies.

Anyways, here's a few pics from our trip... including one of him salivating over the prospect just before:



He loves the cars in this play area a lot better because he can get in and out of them himself, which he couldn't at the one in Orange County:





He frequently tries to run out and into the mall, which is why I bring my "wrangler" with me (Josh is young and full of energy):



Loves his daddy so damned much:



I just love this pic, I don't know why:



You can't catch me!!



The natural light by the playhouse:



What happens when Daddy is in charge of the bath after ravioli:



And I thought this was hilarious... this is the half second before a sneeze:



He's a character.

And I think he likes the mall because he can pick up chicks.

And the shoes... oh god, does he love to grab the other kids' shoes.

We're deeply concerned.

Worst Mother of the Year Award Goes To...

Me.

Serious business. I just cut off the top of my child's finger with his baby nailclippers. Which I have been telling everyone from day one, aren't a good idea for me to fiddle with.

After clawing my face this morning, I thought, "I guess his nails need a trim." Do not attempt this without a bright source of light. To my horror, he began bleeding, he didn't make much fuss about it, but one of my constant sources of anxiety had just come to fruition! I quickly popped his finger in my mouth and ran to the bathroom door where Josh was sitting on the throne. I yelled through the door, "JOSH! I JUST CUT HIS FINGER!!"

Of course, in typical Josh fashion, he replies, "Well, why'd you do that?" It will be the Zombie Apocalypse and he'll have some smart-assey response for me.

It bled and bled and he pulled off bandaids, and then gauze and tape, until Josh just had to whip out his Boy Scout First Aid Training:



I am the Worst Mother EVAR [sic].