Learning to Sit

Bub is learning to sit. He does it pretty well.

But, sometimes, he ends up like this:
Mama? A little help, please?

Eating

Bub didn't like solid food when he started eating it. Dinnertime often resulted in faces like this:

And sometimes involved blowing raspberries:

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But now, he's a happy little eater.

And sometimes, he even does his dinnertime chair dance:

Well, usually it's more like back, forth, back, forth, back, forth...but this was all I could get him to do for the camera.

Bub

FYI, Prairie Baby will hereafter be referred to as Bub. Bub = Baby. Baby = Bub.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Today, I'm thinking about my sweet hubby, and how we went from dating... ...to married...

...to family.

Happy Valentine's day to my big and little Valentines.

You boys make my world go round.

Whats-his-name

I'm a notorious sleep-talker. And sleepwalker. I once woke up opening my apartment door, back when I lived alone. On one vacation, hubby woke up to me standing on the bed, reaching for things that were floating up to the ceiling in my dream. When Baby was brand new, I was asleep and I guess I thought we had more than one baby. I asked hubby, "Where's the other baby?"

I get confused.

So last night, I was asleep. But apparently I woke up hubby and said:

Me: Did you check on him?

Hubby: Check on who? (He thought he'd egg me on.)

Me: What's-his-name! (I don't even know Baby's name?!?)

Hubby: No.

Me: Well, I gave him a sleep toy!! (What's a "sleep toy?!?")

Oh, geez. Well, apparently, I've done it again. I've embarrassed myself in my sleep.

Real Food

Baby has started eating solid food. Below, he's enjoying his first taste of cereal. It's a messy process.
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Yesterday, we tried vegetables--sweet potatoes, to be exact--for the first time. I put some on his lips, and he just looked disgusted. We tried it again this morning. Same thing.
He's just revolted.
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Maybe tomorrow we'll try carrots.

Fall Weekend

A couple of weekends ago, we went back to my parents' place. What a great fall weekend! Mom, hubby, and I went to the apple orchard for lunch. We left Baby with my sister.

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A man named Ambrose Lewandowski (isn't that a fantastic name?) plays the accordian at the restaurant. That's him below. He smiled when I took his picture.

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Here's some video (sorry it's sideways):

I'm sure the guy eating lunch in my video really appreciated me taping him.

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When Ambrose took a break, he went around the dining room talking to people, including us. Turns out his wife died a few years ago, and he said it hasn't been so good since. He plays the accordian at the orchard restaurant to get out of the house and interact with people.

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Here's my sister, picking apples at my parents' house.

My parents have laying hens and a rooster. Aren't they pretty? They lay delicious brown eggs.

It was a gorgeous fall weekend.