My 100th post will be almost completely riddled with photos, although only a few are of Eli. (edit - I intended to make this mostly photos, but it turns out I had a lot more to say than I had originally thought, so....sorry! There are still lots of photos! To me.)
This past weekend was the Strawberry Festival in my hometown, so I mosied on down there and walked the town with my sis (except when we were retreating from the rain!) We had a great time, and I was able to get some really cute photos of her and my nephews. Here's what I came up with:
P would NOT pose for photos! He would run past me with this big grin on his face, or he'd hide behind my sister. In this photo she had just turned him around, and he hid again! Little rascal. He even went as far as to pull the hide-under-mommy's-skirt trick, which he's apparently never done before! I really drove him crazy, following around with the camera.
Here's how happy he is to finally be in a place where he can't escape! There I am with the camera but he hasn't noticed me yet. I say, "P, smile!!" and he goes (within seconds) from a "Huh?" face to a full out scowl! Reminds me of myself actually.
His little brother, A, was much more co-operative! My sister said that he smiles lots and then clams up as soon as a camera is pulled out, but I didn't get that from him. I don't know why! Maybe it's because he was just playing and I was taking pictures whenever he turned my way. He's not much of a performer.
He is OH so cute!
Maybe I just caught him in a really good mood??
So we hung around the house for a bit and then took off to the strawberry festival wherewe ate Panzerolis for lunch and were just about to get strawberry sundaes for dessert when it started raining. It was terrible timing! Especially because it was at that opportune moment when I ran into a friend from highschool, and I would have loved to catch up for a bit, but alas, we had to get the babies out of the rain.
So we went home and then went back an hour or so later for the sundaes, and without A. P was super tired and not feeling 100%. The kid even turned down pony rides, going on bouncy slides and castles, and a few bites of his mum's sundae! Poor kid. I don't remember where this came from, but I love this face that I caught on him at one point:
Completely unenthused.
And here's my sundae:
I took the picture and my sister said, "Did you really just take a picture of your icecream?" I think maybe she was embarrassed to be seen with me for that moment, but I just replied, "Of course I did! How else will I be able to blog about it??"
Then I high-tailed it home, changed because I was SO warm, speed-fed Eli, and then was off again to a bridal shower. I won't post any photos from that (except a cute on of Eli at the end of this) because I've realized that I'm not very good with indoor, fluorescent light-lit, more-than-one-person sorts of settings. It's a weakness of mine that I need to work on.
Here are a couple photos of Eli from earlier in the day at my mum's house:
Peekaboo!
Happy boy!
So in about a month we're going to be starting Eli on baby foods, but in the meantime I've been allowing him the taste of little things here and there. At the shower I had a piece of watermelon that I was letting him lick, but he wasn't getting a whole lot off of it, so I bit into it so that there'd be more juices. Well, there were more juices, and he was loving it until a little piece that was dangling off the watermelon got into his mouth and stuck in his throat, causing him to all out choke. Scariest. Moment. Ever. Like, women around me started gasping, and I just looked at mom and said, "I don`t know what to do." I was patting his back which I have since learned is NOT the thing to do, and she said to just stick my finger in and scoop it out. I did so, but only succeeded in pushing it back more. CRAP! Then he spit it up on his own, and I caught it as it oozed out of his mouth. In minutes he had forgotten about it, but I am *STILL* scarred. Like, when I started typing it out my heart started racing. He fell asleep a few minutes later, no doubt pooped from the whole experience, and he looked so cute and peaceful that I had to snap some photos of him like that (besides the fact that it distracted me from the traumatizing experience!)
So I'm chalking the whole thing up as a learning experience. Now I know. Don't pat the back. Scoop it out. Raise their arms above their head. Take a child resucitation class. Seriously! I'm looking into taking a two-day St. John's class on infant and child first-aid in my area. Anyone interested in taking it with me? It'll mean a Saturday/Sunday thing, which I've always avoided, but you know what? I feel this is pretty darn essential, so I'm going to let the one Sunday slide.
Anyway, not too much else is going on here. The skies are grey and they're calling for lots of thunderstorms this evening and I am excited (like, Steve the monkey excited.) There was an earthquake today but I unfortunately did not feel it, as I was out for a walk with Elijah. I feel so ripped off! There was one when I was in highschool too, and I didn't feel that one either. I don't want to feel a big one, but I'd like to experience the shaking a little TEENY bit. Just once. Oh well. I should be grateful really, living in such a sheltered area of the world and I AM grateful. Just a tad foolish too.
As an aside, I love hearing from the other room Matthew saying things like, "Aren't you the cutest of all babies?" and whistling "I Am Like a Star Shining Brightly" to Eli. Melts. My. Heart. Oh, and then there's, "Hush little baby don't say a word...................that's all."
So our race is in 6 days and I am totally not ready! I have come to a conclusion, which is that I just don't have time to run every day right now. Not when I can't run with Eli or put him in daycare at the Y for the hour I work out. We're still going to do the race, but it'll probably end up being 50/50 for running/walking.
I'm reading a book right now by Emily Watts, and it's called "Take Two Chocolates and Call Me in the Morning." I'm really liking it so far! The first chapter has already revolutionized my outlook on my day and my time. The first chapter is, "Know When to Say No" and she makes the point that you can't say yes to everything. Not rocket science, right? But she also points out that when you say "yes" to one thing, you are automatically saying "no" to a whole myriad of other things. I had never looked at it that way! That choosing to do one thing makes me incapable of doing another, and I shouldn't stress over this fact. I just need to choose wisely.
So, in the case of running, I have to say "no" right now, because if I say "yes" to running, it means saying "no" to other things, like napping, cleaning and relaxing. Right now I feel like those things are trumping running, and that that SHOULD be okay. But along with that comes accepting my body the way it is, if I'm not going to do a lot to change it right now, which makes this a more loaded decision than it appeared at first. The conclusion of it all is that I will walk regularly WITH Elijah, so that I'm more active day-to-day and it's something I can do when Elijah is awake. I'll also keep not eating chocolate, and I'm going to make an effort to cut back on all sweets, rather than just the chocolate ones (because I'm quite proficient at concocting other sinfully delicious creations that may not assuage the craving for chocolate, but that definitely feed my sweet tooth!)
Aaaaaaaand that's all I have to say! Random finish, I know, but Matthew is looking after Eli and is not feeling so hot, so I'm going to go relieve him. I'll finish this off with a super cute photo of Eli and Matthew:
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