Yuck

My poor baby boy is still feeling yucky. But you’d never know that from just looking at him! He is just SO good natured and happy…in fact, he’s beside me right now in his chair, chewing on his little cloth teething book and babbling away.

But now I’m fighting off a cold, too. Oh, joy.

Amy’s wedding is tomorrow and I still have nothing to wear. I found a dress yesterday that I thought could work, but when we got home and I tried it on, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to feed Noah without pulling the whole dang dress up. Um….no thanks. And before anyone asks, nope, pumping and taking bottles just isn’t going to happen. I’ve been working with him on that, but he’s more interested in just trying to chew on the nipples. And he hasn’t quite got the hang of a sippy cup yet, though he’s quite enthusiastic with it. He LOVES that the cup has handles and he can hold it himself. Little turd thinks he can do anything; heck, feeding him solids is a pain in the neck sometimes because he’s constantly reaching for either the spoon or the container of food! Thankfully, in a couple of weeks I should be able to get him a high chair. Though actually, I’m going to get him this:

It converts into a booster seat…how cool is that?

Anyway, my son is sliding off of his chair and looks like he’s ready for his nap, so later!