Some Spring in our Steps...

This month has been hell, and while the worst is yet to come (we have practical boards next week), at least we now finally found patients who are willing to come out to Lexington to sit for the exam. With the stress of procuring patients behind us, we decided we needed to try and enjoy the beautiful spring day today. We went up to Carmel and walked around the outdoor mall and then came home and had a little fun in our backyard. It was nice to be able to wear short sleeves and sandals for the first time in a long time. I love this time of year! Boston seemed to really enjoy the outdoors as well, at least for a little while. I love that I was able to put him in a little spring outfit and sandals as well. Too cute, I think.

So, what am I supposed to be doing with this football, dad?
Oh, it is fun!
I think I'm getting a little tired...
Yes, definitely. My eyes are starting to droop like mommy's do.

I think I'll just lie down and get comfortable... maybe take my shoes off.

Yes, that's better!

He was so cute outside. I think it was just as refreshing for him to be outside as it was for us, until he got too tired, at least. It really was such a nice day, and I am glad all the craziness could be left behind at least long enough for us to enjoy one beautiful day together. Next week will be another story...

Why I Hate Working (Or Rather, Schooling)...

Mark has been home with Boston a lot these past couple weeks. I have had a full schedule of patients, and Mark is almost finished, so he has been on daddy duty a lot. Two days ago, Boston said "mama." Twice. And I missed them both! Mark said the first time, he woke up from a nap and he heard him yell, "Mama!" So Mark went in to get him, and Boston just smiled up at him. The other time, Boston was playing in his exersaucer. Mark said he looked around for me, said "mama," and then put his arms our for Mark to take him out of the exersaucer. Thus, the reason I am looking for a part-time job as a dentist. I do NOT want to be a part-time mommy!

It's Play Time!

Boston got this cute little toy from Angie for Christmas but has been too little to play with it, until now! We decided to try him out on it, and he absolutely loved it! Check him out!

Daddy, are you watching me? Look, I'm spinning the football!
He looks like such a cute little tank here! Check out that belly!

He has actually been doing better with sitting up since he's been playing with this. It's like he finally has an incentive. And look, he's already learned how to hold a bat. Except he likes to use it to hit the football rather than the baseball!

Gotta love the cheeks! Thanks, Angie, for my toy! Now that I can sit and play with it, I love it!

If You're Eating, I'm Eating! And Then Some...

The other day I was getting dinner ready, so I asked Mark to feed Boston while I was cooking. Mark tried, but Boston wasn't interested. So I had him bring Boston's exersaucer into the kitchen so Boston could hang out with mommy while I cooked. He played and did his own thing, and everything was great. When dinner was ready, Mark and I sat down to the table to eat. Boston gazed at us in awe. He stared at every bite we took (from his exersaucer). He had nothing to do with his toys. He just watched, mouth open, as we ate. We felt so bad we couldn't share with him - he obviously wanted it. So instead we broke out his baby food, which he had turned down not more than fifteen minutes previous. He went to TOWN!

I usually have him wear a bib, but how messy can he get without one, really? Turns out, pretty messy.

By this time, I just let him do whatever he wanted with his food. Yay for IKEA high chairs! He played in it quite a bit. I even let him have his bowl, just to see what he would do with it. Bad idea. He splashed it everywhere! Oh, well. At least he wasn't watching on in envy as we ate anymore.

So what happens when a baby eats a TON of food for dinner one night? The next morning he has the biggest monster blowout ever. For daddy. In the car. While mommy is interviewing for a job about an hour from home. Yep. I walk out from my interview to see Mark's head hanging out the car window, in the rain, like a dog! I get a little closer, and I swear Mark's face is green. He says in a soft, panicked voice, "Help." He looks seriously ill. I look inside the car to see the driver's seat reclined all the way back, a blanket covering the upholstery, and a naked baby laying on top, wallowing in a sea of orange poo. It was in his hair. It was in his ear. It was under his armpits. And Mark just says, "I didn't know what to do..." So I tell him to go for a little walk (and hand him some wet wipes and hand sanitizer). Apparently he is not skilled in the tuck-and-roll (AKA my method for getting a poo-saturated onesie off a baby without spreading it everywhere). So about ten minutes, fifty wipies, and one very poopy blanket later, we've got a clean baby and are ready to roll on out of there. Thank goodness for odor-eliminating dirty diaper baggies! And just FYI, you can roll a blanket tight enough to fit into one of those if you really want to!

Kick Butt Cakes

These pictures are really for Nikki to see, but I think they look pretty darn good. They are my Nothing Bundt Cake knock-offs that I made for TJ's shower tomorrow. The two on the left are chocolate-chocolate-chip with cream cheese frosting, and the one on the right is white chocolate-chocolate-chip with chocolate frosting.

This one turned out the best, I think, and consequently was the last one I did.
This one was the first one I did. The cake fell a little, but I think it still looks alright.

And this is the white chocolate one. I hope it tastes good. I haven't tried this kind yet (I just kind of made up the combination), so hopefully it's not another "Mark-making-pumpkin-pie-for-Thanksgiving-dinner" phenomenon. The chocolate frosting is not quite as pretty, but it tastes good. There ya go, Nik. Not too shabby, huh?

Silly Daddy, puking's for kids!

So, Mark had Boston yesterday morning while I was at school. He has actually had him a lot lately, since he is pretty much done with everything, and I am still playing catch-up. On my way home, I called to see how things were going. It took Mark a few tries to finally answer the phone. When he finally did answer, he seemed very frazzled and distracted. I asked him how things were going. He replies, "We are having some major issues..." OK, what is going on, I wonder? He proceeds to begin his explanation with, "Boston just had the biggest, smelliest poop ever." I laugh, knowing there must be a story. There's always a story. Turns out, Boston had just awaken from his nap. Mark goes to change his diaper, and it's completely full. Of poop. In his words, no surface was left uncovered. So he begins the wiping process and inevitably gets some poop on his hands. Now, he begins to dry heave. Boston is used to us making faces and sounds to try and get him to laugh, so he thinks this gagging is hilarious, and starts to giggle at his daddy. Mark continues trying to clean him up, but the gagging is getting the better of him (all the while, Boston is laughing). So he puts Boston in his crib, semi-clean, bare butted, and runs to the bathroom to throw up. Yep, he actually throws up. Then he goes to get Boston and realizes there is still poop on him, and now on the sheets. So he gets Boston taken care of and has to strip the crib. This is where my phone call comes in. So he then proceeds to tell me that the diaper is just sitting in the UNLINED trash basket (which is made of wicker), that he couldn't get the diaper closed all the way, and that he was not willing to go back into Boston's room to clean up because just walking in to get Boston from the crib made him gag again. Oh, my frickin' heck! Are you kidding me? So I am driving home thinking, it must have been a blow out, right? It must be really bad. When I get home, I find out it wasn't even a blow out! Just a lot of smelly poop. Wow, he obviously hasn't changed enough diapers... So I get rid of the evidence and laugh my bootie off at him. You've got to be kidding me!

So here are some pictures for you... don't worry, nothing nasty. Here is Boston sitting in his stripped-down crib. Check out his two little teeth!

I thought this picture was silly. He loves sticking his tongue out (see video below)!

Such a cute little man... gotta love the full body shot! Except that Mark hates this outfit. He says it's "girly" and that boys shouldn't wear "matchie-matchie" clothes or "stretch pants." He's a baby, for crap sakes! And they are not stretch pants. They are sweats. I think he looks cute in it. But one day I had Boston in this outfit, and Mark watched him in the afternoon. When I came home, he had changed his outfit!

I love this little inquisitive face. Such a cute boy! Doesn't he looks so big now?

Oh, Brain, Where Art Thou?

I guess I have a lot on my mind lately, between worrying about taking boards, getting patients for boards, finding a job, being a mommy... did I leave anything out? I'm sure I did. Here are a few things I have done lately...

1. Had a guy in to try in some wax rims for making a denture (basically, they are an outline of the shape and height of the denture) and let him leave without recording his bite... therefore, I had to bring him back for a literal 2-second appointment before I could move on.

2. Dropped Boston off at the babysitters without his rocker to sleep in (luckily, he does OK in his carseat).

3. Showed up to school in scrub bottoms but no top, because I had been home during lunch to feed Boston and forgot to put it back on. Yes, I did have some sort of shirt on, though.

4. And here's one of the best, made bread in the breadmaker, but forgot to attach the little knob that mixes it. Turns out, it is very necessary. Here's what happens when you don't.

And it doesn't smell good either. Hopefully life calms down soon, cuz I would like my brain back.