Notice anything a little different about these pictures?  Anything not quite right?  Maybe something you’ve never seen before?? 

Yeah, that’s my 22 month old with a pacifier.  He kind of took a pacifier around 5 months, but it totally didn’t stick.  I don’t have binky babies.  So when I was cleaning out and found this pacifier, I was baffled that O grabbed it, stuck it in his mouth, and walked around with it in there ALL. MORNING. LONG.  At one point, when he put it down for a moment and then couldn’t remember where he left it, he panicked and started running around crying, “Baby mouth??  Baby mouth go?  Where baby mouth????”  I took that as my cue to make sure he didn’t find it again.  Two days later, O will still randomly start looking for his “baby mouth.”  What a weirdo.

I’m still trying to decide what was most funny about this . . . Owen’s random fascination with and intense study of Samuel’s toes, the fact that Sam stared right past O and didn’t give any of it a second thought, or the puzzled expressions and stifled laughs that Erik and I kept exchanging over the whole thing.  Whatever it was, I don’t think I can explain the hilarity of this moment. 

Right, so I’ve confessed previously to my motherly sin of allowing my baby to watch TV. Usually he isn’t that all-consumed anyway, and it gives me those 5 minutes when I need them. This morning, Sam slept for 45 minutes, so I didn’t get my shower in. Usually, I’m gross enough to not let that bother me, but Sam and I had to run out later than afternoon, so I thought showering would be a thoughtful thing for all those I might encounter while we were out. So I turned on Blue’s Clues which I consider to be slightly for educational than Spongebob, tossed Sam into the exersaucer, and sneaked into the bathroom.

Usually Sam just plays in the exersaucer, and the TV is backup to keep him from fussing when he starts to get bored. What I didn’t realize was that Blue’s Clues was almost over. Next up was Yo Gabba Gabba!

Haven’t heard of it? You don’t want to. It’s just one of those shows my own mother would wisely label “junk” and I would never choose for Sam to watch it. But he was. And man, oh man, was he engrossed! Here he is completely mesmerized . . . he didn’t notice me for a good 3 minutes (yeah, that’s a long time!) . . .

Here is the annoyed look Sam gave me when he realized I was interupting his new favorite show . . .

What’s a mother to do?!

We don’t know what is going on, but Samuel still isn’t eating and has been pretty difficult. I talked to the doctor again yesterday, and if things don’t turn around over the weekend, we will get Sam checked out again on Monday. So, needless to say, the last couple weeks have been rough. I got a little cheering up, though, when Emily called me last night. The first thing she said when I answered was, “Why aren’t we cool any more?” I don’t know why I thought that was so funny, but it definitely brought a smile to my face. Then, last night I couldn’t fall back asleep after feeding Sam, so I lay in bed for almost two hours thinking about the phone call, and halfway inbetween being asleep and awake, I composed a little poetry.

But don’t worry, I didn’t stop there! I didn’t want anyone feeling left out, especially since I found out all of our family checks the blog regularly and not just Emily. So at 4:30 am, I kept going.

But just you wait. I still have more.

Feeling left out?! Leave me a comment, and I would be more than happy to whip up a little limerick for you next time I can’t sleep!

Erik was being silly with Samuel while he was changing him, and put the burp cloth on his head. Samuel has so much fun with his dad!