Thursday, October 25, 2007

I'll take the Poopie with a side of rotten fish, please

So our adorable little boy, whose little poopies used to smell like sunshine and clotted cream seems to have grown out of the sweet smelling stage.

I switched Hamslice over to formula a couple of weeks ago after I tried to attend meetings at work, only to discover that two hours into them it felt like my breasts were going to explode.

He started out with Enfamil formula, which definitely changed his aroma but it was still manageable. However, the last time we went to Target for more of it, they were completely sold out. Not a grain of formula in sight.

Because desperate times call for desperate measures, we bought the Target brand formula. Two days later, our adorable little pooper started pushing out the smell of a dirty old man who had been eating rotten fish. Gooooood grief.

Even our quiet, Mexican nanny mentioned something, and she never really speaks up about things that bother her.

Peee - Youuuu

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

K-9 Super Shabby

If you all have read my blog for the past few years, you would have heard me gush copiously about Maggie the dog, who was the single most important fixture in my world before I met Hambone.

Since the birth of Hamslice, I've noticed that she has become just the slightest bit shabby and unkempt. I think she has been stressed by all the changes, but also have to admit that I haven't been as speedy with her brushing and bathing as I once was. I find this troubling.

Yesterday, however, it all came into perspective when I saw another dog-owning family walk down the street. This family had twin babies and a dog, and let me just mention how super shabby this dog was. I suppose as the "dog parents" get busier being "people parents," the dogs sort of muddle along for a while until the parents figure it all out.

Patience, Mags. It will all come back together soon...

Monday, October 08, 2007

Capturing the Moment

On Sunday the three of us went to a birthday party for one of our friends' one-year-old. Now that we have our own kid, the normal tedium of these events transformed into the most adorable thing ever.

When we were in the car on the way home, Hambone and I noted that less than a year from now Hamslice will be walking and starting to talk. At that moment it hit both of us that these days of having a tiny baby are fleeting, and we should drink in every moment we have.

Upon arriving home, Hambone grabbed the camera and took nearly thirty pictures of Hamslice. The poor kid must have seen spots from the flash bulb for hours.