I got the idea for this post from a fellow blogger. I took a photo each hour yesterday. It’s a fun twist on my usual “photos from the day” posts and I think it is interesting to see what it does and does not tell you about our day.
My day started before everyone else’s, including the dog. I wake up, without an alarm, every morning sometime between 6 and 7. Yeah, I’m a morning person and you’re all jealous (but probably not). The baby sleeps in until 8 or 9, but I couldn’t sleep that late if I tried. So while everyone snores away, I throw on my sneaks and head to the basement to my “home gym” to crunch in a quick workout.
After showering and getting ready for the day (everyone was still asleep…lame) I went around to water my house plants. I don’t have a watering can so I use my nice 4 cup sized OXO measuring cup. While watering Pierce the Plant, the cup jumped out of my hand and fell on the floor, spilling water everywhere and breaking off its handle (see it under the chair?). No one was around to see this amazing act of magic, unfortunately, but it was so unreal it had me pretty shook up. The Viper Pilot came downstairs later and asked what happened to the measuring cup. I told him that I really didn’t want to talk about it.
My little love wakes. Just to clarify, I hate pictures of crying babies (they’re even cute when they cry but they need cuddles and love) and though he looks upset in this picture, he was just grunting. He takes his time waking up but eventually hunger pains take over (he sleeps 12 hours straight through the night, so he wakes up and eats like a pig). Oh, and yes, he managed to rotate himself 90 degrees in his crib on his own. He’ll go a full 360, easy. It will be cute until the day he smashes his face into the side.
We aren’t going to talk about how much he’s grown. I can’t figure out how to slow time down yet and as much as I want my tiny babe to be tiny forever, I love watching him change, develop, and discover. He might be walking by the time I get around to mailing out the birth announcements, but better late than never, right?
Playtime with dad. He’s discovering his voice and generally has a lot to say. Since the Viper Pilot leaves before Owen wakes and gets home at or after bedtime, Owen had a lot to fill him in on.
Elle keeps watch over her territory from her perch on the back of the couch. Am I the only one who thinks this is as funny as it is adorable?
Baby is napping so mom and dad relax. Our newest tv show addiction is Bones.
We’re on base but catch the end of the local village’s Fasching parade from across the fence. You can read more about Carnival here.
The Viper Pilot had to go work for a bit so his little wingman and I tagged along. You’d be surprised how many diapers have been changed and milk spilled on the couches and desks in a fighter squadron…
So…there was this lone bag of Fritos sitting on the snack shelf that the Viper Pilot said had been there for as long as he could remember. I try not to give into the temptation of junk food, but after discovering that the expiration date was Feb 28, 2014, we couldn’t resist. I hate to see food go to waste…we ate half the bag or better…guilty.
Tip for nursing moms: wear an extra hair tie around your wrist so you can remember which side you nursed on last. Genius. And make sure it is an extra hair tie in case you actually need one for your hair.
Loading groceries and the stroller is clearly a man’s job. 😉
We spent this hour with the Big Man upstairs.
Restocking the diaper bag from our day.
After a warm bath, baby yoga (he was a little gassy and it was hurting his tummy), a story (Goodnight Moon, the very same book my mom read to me as a wee one), snuggles, and nursing to sleep, the baby is in bed. Aside from the nights when he has lots of burps and toots (bubbles are no joke when you’re only 12 pounds and two feet tall) Owen does pretty well with his bedtime routine, making it some of my favorite time with him.
Um…yeah, this is my bedtime routine.