TWO Months Old

October 4th and he's already 2 months old. Yikes. It is true what they say. Another chin each month. And sweeter by the minute.

Rutabaga Renegade

Hmmm...

Sitting up. Holding my hands. Coming off of a big smile. Can you grow up anymore than that?

Honestly.

A fall hike in McGregor's own Savannah Portage State Park.

Bundle up that baby.

It's almost midnight. What the heck am I doing awake? I should be sleeping. However, in an unlikely turn of events, I felt a rebellious itch to stay up late. (I will be sorry tomorrow) An itch to stay up and chop root vegetables from our CSA garden. Oh, what new parenting can inspire! Oh, for the things that sound so thrilling these days! Well, when the boy finally goes down around 11 pm, I look back on the day and it's easy to see what I've done. It's all fairly standard Mama stuff. Diaper change, clothes change, rock to sleep, kiss sweet cheeks, kiss again, change diaper, rock, nurse, nurse, nurse. Love love love that boy! Yikes. Many of you know that this leaves little to no time for other activities. (See post entitled "Fuzzy Teeth" for example) And when I say "other activities" I mean any other activities.

But when he does go down there is a small window and usually it's filled with folding laundry and dishes, but once and a while Josh and I are smart and we brew ourselves delicious tea and read together in the lamp light of our little sitting room, now scattered with tidbits of baby paraphernalia. Tonight Josh read and I wanted nothing more than to chop up a giant rutabaga. So if I'm going to chop rutabaga I might as well chop potatoes and carrots and sweet potatoes and onions and roast them all to perfection. So two hours later here I sit. If I've already stayed up this late, I might as well post something on the blog since I haven't had the time lately.

Ezra is growing like a weed. Twelve pounds! Chubby cheeks! Smiles! He's finding his darling little hands and aiming for his mouth. He'll get there. Whoa, but watch out. He gets frustrated and will let you know about it. We love watching his personality reveal itself.

The guys laying around.

Our dear friend Mary over to visit before she moves to Seattle. Sad.

Late night dancing.

Passed out at the cabin with Grandpa Salminen. Teaching skills like no Grandpa can.

And so! 12:42 am. Sweet rutabaga dreams to you all....