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Toys

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

I’ve decided that Spencer needs more toys. This is not based on his need for more developmentally advanced or age appropriate toys. Or more educational toys. Or more wooden toys. Or fewer plastic toys. I think I am just bored of his toys. He is probably fine. We get the same toys in and out of the bins every day. Just the other day, hubs created an entirely new toy by removing the handle from the spatula that Spencer likes to gnaw on. And Spencer did treat it like an entirely new toy. I guess I should stick to finding new uses for the toys we have; wearing the colander as a hat makes the baby giggle like crazy and in a pinch Round Lion (that is his proper name) can serve as a ball.And Corn, well, Corn is a family favorite that will never fall out of favor. Even if it is just an ear of stuffed corn.

Wordless Wednesday: Swingtown

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

Bath Time

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

So, hubs has been gone for a week. One week down and two to go until he is done with his job training that is far away.  He was on 12-14 hours graveyard shifts for the first 6 months of our new parenthood, so I am used to solo parenting, to a degree. I would, however, get breaks. And relaxing showers. And sometimes a nap. But where I am seeing the biggest impact is bath time. On the nights he is home, (which will be all the time with his new position Yay!) he is charge of the actual bathing at bath time. I get the bath ready while he undresses Spencer and keeps him occupied, then hubs does the bath and I do the drying, diapering and pajamaing. I am not as good as our team when I try and do this solo. It isn’t helping matters that Spencer, in the last few weeks, has begun to fuss and struggle a bit when it is diaper and pajama time. I’m not sure if he is sad his bath is over, doesn’t like the towel rubbing or just would rather stay naked. So tonight I tried a song. It was awful; l can’t carry a tune to save me life, but he seemed to like it. Fussing was kept to a minimum and the boy was dry and dressed in record time. I think it might be some sort of mom right-of-passage, the narrative song. I thought I would record it here in all its awesome glory.

Drying off Spencer (to the tune of the camp song Peanut butter and Jelly, in the key of off)

First you take the baby and you dry him, you dry him
First you take the baby and you dry hm, you dry him
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Then you take the footie and you smooch it, you smooch it
Then you take the footie and you smooch it, you smooch it
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Then you take the lotion and you rub it, you rub it
Then you take the lotion and you rub it, you rub it
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Then you take the diaper and you snap it, you snap it
Then you take the diaper and you snap it, you snap it
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Then you take the belly and you kiss it, you kiss it
Then you take the belly and you kiss it, you kiss it
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Then you take the cover and you snap it, you snap it
Then you take the cover and you snap it, you snap it
Drying, Drying off Spencer
Drying, Drying off Spencer

And so on and so on on through more kisses and his jammies and his sleep sack and some hugs and ending with a verse about boobs of questionable propriety. And since you made it this far, a treat for you! A picture of bath time!

Mmmm. That's some good rubber duckie.

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