A brief study of Shep's gene pool

My last few posts have been about what a handful Shepherd is turning out to be. I suspect that this streak of mischeviousness comes directly from his father. Let me illustrate.

The other night, I (half jokingly) suggested to BJ that he write a book of proverbs for Shepherd. His immediate first response was: "Wipe thine butt clean, son, lest it get itchy in the night." *head on desk*

With the things that come out of BJ's mouth, I can only imagine what this house is going to be like once Shepherd acquires the ability to talk.

What a Week

Well, we have come to the end of a week. Shepherd had a very full and fun week. I thought I would share with you all a few of the exciting things Shepherd did this week.

-When I bath, I sit Shepherd on the bathroom floor with a few toys so that I can keep an eye on him. One day this week, instead of playing with his toys, he knocked all of my toiletries off of my lower vanity shelf, opened a bottle of petroleum jelly, and dug in. You can imagine.

-Through out the week, I've caught Shepherd licking the kitchen trash can several times. Apparently, the metal feels nice and cool on his tongue.

-Shepherd has developed a facsination with our toilet tissue. He spent a lot of time this week on the bathroom floor gazing up at the white roll of softness and goodness. He is determined to get his hands on it, but it is for the moment just out of reach.

-I watch TV when I fold laundry. I don't want Shepherd watching TV until he is much older, but when I peaked over my neatly folded piles of laundry, this is what I saw:

-In what was perhaps one of his best stunts of the week, I caught Shepherd sticking his little baby fingers through the holes of the laundry basket in which we keep his wet and dirty diapers. He then stuck those same sweet baby fingers into his mouth (the mother of this child shakes her head here).

Of course, the week wasn't all mischeviousness and trouble. He also pulled himself up to standing for the first time this Thursday. I applauded him and got really excited. But then I thought of the roll of toilet paper just beyond his grasp and all the new things within his reach when he is standing. Oh, boy.

Musings of a Mom in Mid-Afternoon

It is 3:00 in the afternoon, and like most stay-at-home moms, I'm already exhausted. Here is how my days are going right now:

-paint for five minutes

-rescue Shepherd from total destrustion

-throw diapers in the wash

-rescue Shep

-try to clean for five minutes

-rescue Shep

-try to throw food together for meals

-rescue Shep

-repeat fifty times over
-you get the idea

Shepherd is getting into so much. So very, very much. He has toys, but they are apparently less interesting than the electrical cords, art materials, large black dogs, and hard objects with sharp corners that populate our home.

Here is a picture I took of Shepherd earlier today:

I like the caption BJ gave this picture when he saw it: "What can I get into next?" That is the constant question plagueing each moment of my day. What will Shepherd get into next?

Another First

The first year with a baby is filled with firsts. Of course, today was me first Mother's Day as a mother. BJ's parents were here for the weekend, so we had a wonderful time. We mostly spent our time playing with Shepherd. He's fun that way. Shepherd played some Mario Cart with his Papa.


Later, Shepherd showed off his new hat that his Nana made him.


He was apparently intensely happy about the new hat.


In fact, he knew he looked good in the new hat.


And then we took a little time this afternoon for some Mother's Day photos. I can't think of a better way to spend Mother's Day.

About those Easter pictures...

Last week, I said I would post some pictures of my parents visit to Kentucky for Easter. Since then, I've been struggling to stay one step ahead of a very destructive crawling machine. But Shepherd is in bed right now, so here we go!

My parents arrived Wednesday morning. This gave them four days of just hanging out with Shepherd before Easter. So they played...

...and walked in the yard...

...and read books...

...and Shepherd examined Dad's nose ("Will mine be that big?")...

...until Easter finally came. On Easter morning, we dressed him in the cutest little suit ever.

It was so cute, I giggled all morning.

Shepherd prefered it sans pants.

All Easter afternoon, BJ and I turned into the camera happy parents I used to make fun of and took pictures of Shepherd in a basket with eggs.It was a challenge to get a picture in which Shepherd didn't have an egg in his mouth.The long photo session resulted in many moments in which Shepherd was going, going, ...

...gone.

But it was totally worth it.

So, thank you, Mom and Dad for a wonderful week. It made Shepherd's first Easter a truly memorable and specieal one.