I could watch him play in his bouncer all day long.



Wish I knew what's going on in his adorable, little head.

For Carson. Eating isn't easy for him. For me? Eating is really, really easy. Feeding Carson is another story. I thought feeding Carson solid food would be really fun and exciting but I was wrong. I pictured a little bird with his mouth wide open and ready for whatever I was offering... not so much.

At first, Carson had no idea what was going on. I'm pretty sure all babies are that way, but I really didn't realize how long it would take him to figure out that food was yummy and to open his mouth when I offered him the spoon. Seems easy, right? No. He's started to catch on though and it's been easier. He's finally figured out to open his mouth for the spoon. Unfortunately, he's also figured out that if he doesn't really like something he shouldn't open his mouth for it again. He should press his little lips shut and turn his head away and totally ignore me. That said, he never turns away at the boob. This is great for me seeing as it's totally easier than preparing food and fighting Carson to actually eat it. However, I realize that it's completely socially unacceptable to have him nursing past the ago of, I don't know, one, two max??? We have to keep trying with the solids. I can't be the lady on the news. Gross.

Lately I've been trying to be an awesome mother and make Carson's baby food. How is that going? Carson thinks I am a terrible cook. Mainly, he hates my green beans. I had to get pretty tricky...



I know, I'm mean. Don't worry he'll catch on eventually and my mean tricks won't work anymore.

What really cracks me up about feeding Carson is that no matter what I'm feeding him he makes a face like he hates it after his first bite. Even if it's absolutely delicious and he ends up eating all of it... bananas with strawberries or peaches for example... he still looks like I'm torturing him after that first bite...



He really does make me laugh. And cry. But mostly laugh.

Woah, it's really been a long time since I've blogged! Lots has happened, obviously, but playing catch up is soooo boring so I'm not going to do it. Sorry.

I actually feel like doing a little rambling, so that's what I'm going to do. More accurately, I feel like doing a little bitching. (I know, I know, I have so much to be thankful for. But do you really want to read a post where I just goosh on and on about my wonderful, awesome life? I didn't think so.)


1. So, first of all, something I don't get- bachelor parties. Maybe it's unAmerican, or maybe I'm a huge, giant prude but I think bachelor parties are total bullshit. First off, groom, you're not really a bachelor. If you're getting married then you're in a pretty serious, committed relationship and you don't really need to go out to a strip club, get totally wasted and act like your fiance doesn't exist for a night. Secondly, all your friends aren't single either. In fact, your married friends are really not single, and I don't think it's cool that they go out to a strip club where they get to oogle at all of the women who haven't gotten fat after having their baby, nor are they tired from taking care of said baby and would be more than happy to put their boobs in your face so that you spend way too much of your money to have them wiggle in your lap instead of spending your money on a new fence for your backyard. Thirdly, if your bachelor party really is just playing golf or fishing with your friends for a couple of days... I take back everything I just said.


2. Can you tell me what one cake decorating class plus one family vacation equals? That's right. 10 extra pounds and pants that don't fit. What gives, people? My mom heard recently that you burn up to 600 calories a day breastfeeding... so that means I must have eaten approximately 10,000 calories a day to gain ten pounds in a matter of two weeks. Right? Or is it just easier to gain weight after your body gets all jacked up from having a baby? Yes, I'm sure that's it. It can't possibly be all the damn cake I've been eating.


3. I think that people who have exactly two children end up there this way... You have one baby and think, "Damn this is crazy! I'm done!" But, everyone keeps telling you that your kid is going to end up the weird only-child and you better give that kid a sibling. You hear this so much, that even though you know it's NOT true, you start to convince yourself of it. So, you have one more baby and then it's snip snip.


4. I think I want to go back to work. I know, slap me! I don't really really for real want to go back... I just miss all the adrenaline and excitement the start of a new school year brings. I miss seeing my girlfriends everyday and getting to bitch about our husbands during lunch. I tell you what, I had those girls rolling with some Sean stories. Gross is pretty entertaining... even adults laugh at stories about farting and boogers. Admit it! So, I won't be going back to work on Monday... but I will be coming up to visit a bunch. I hope it doesn't make anyone mad that I just keep popping in- actually, I don't care if it does. I'm going to do it anyway.


I promise I'm really not this cynical all the time... just one of those days, I guess. If you've actually read all this rambling, I guess you deserve to see a few Carson pictures. I mean, that's why you read this blog, right? (Wink.)




BTW- this is my FAVORITE. Just look at the fatness! I want to nibble his fat little arms and legs right up! Ooooooh those cheeks!!!! Fat! Fat! Fat!!






Look at those chins!!!! LOVE the chins!!!





My sister-in-law, Joanna, took these pictures for me when we were visiting family in Wisconsin. It was Carson's six-month birthday. Precsh.