Take time to read the book.

I decided to sit down and read the owners manual to my camera my dad bought me when we had Grant. It was a very smart thing to do.

His close-up went from this,


to this.


Much better.

I just love his big feet.

He makes me laugh.

Grant is sleeping, he starts to get agitated, really squirmy, his face turns beet red. I think he's going to wake up ready to feed. But wait, he ate only 45 mins ago. Did he not get enough to eat? Is my milk drying up? Did I not drink enough water today? Have I not consumed enough calories to produce the milk my growing son needs?

Then he farts, he farts loud, and drifts back peacefully into dream land.

I laugh.

When does farting become gross? When we know better, I guess.

Come What May and Love It.

If you ask most people what their favorite holiday is I think the majority of the people would answer Christmas, Thanksgiving, or Halloween. Right? My husband isn't a big fan of any holidays, with one exception.

April Fool's Day.

He loves pranks.

I'm dreading tomorrow, but at the same time I think I'll be secretly disappionted if he didn't try to pull a fast one on me. It would be like me not celebrating a birthday. It just wouldn't be right.

Six Weeks Old & Creed in my Tree

I've Been Tired Lately.

The other day I was in the shower and it was so steamy I couldn't see my hand in front of my own face. I couldn't figure out what was happening and why I couldn't see a darn thing. It wasn't until I went to wash my face that I realized I still had my glasses on and the lenses were fogged up.

Last night I was so frustrated trying to feed my baby. He just wouldn't latch on. He kept crying and I was trying to help him when I realized I hadn't, uh, exposed the food source for him to latch on to!

Sorry both of these stories involve me partially clothed.

I'll post a new picture of the little guy when I get home from work tonight.