on your head

He's seriously the cutest little man alive.

(Yes, I realize he's sitting next to an open electrical outlet. I'm an awesome mom.)

compromise

We live in an apartment with huge white walls and they're mostly bare. Most of our art is still in storage in AZ (thanks Brit!), and the few pieces of art that did make their way to NJ (again, thanks Brit!) with Wall-e, were only hung this weekend. We know we're lame. But we thought we were going to be moving apartments so thought why hang art if we just have to move in a few weeks?. Well, we're staying here now. Smokey moved out, and Loud Girl and her parents moved in. (We'll save that for another post.) So we're staying.

Anyway. Living in our white box has us craving a lot of color. Bold color. We decided we'd go for nice jewel tones in our living room. (After we geniusly bought an off-white couch to live in our white apartment. It was too good of a deal, we couldn't turn it down: $388 for a small sleeper sofa sectional from Crate and Barrel outlet? Yes please.) So I made a few pillows with some bold green and purple Marimekko fabric (also from the Crate and Barrel Outlet) to get us started. We got some dark purple curtains at Ikea, only to open them a few weeks later and notice they were more brown than purple. Not just "more brown", they're full on brown. So they got moved to the dining room. And the living room remains curtain-less.

This whole time Mr. Yin and I have been looking for rugs at various places. I insist we get natural fabrics in rugs, so wool was mostly what we were looking at. Bold, wool rugs in patterns we both like are not easy to come by.

One day, Mr. Yin was looking online and found a few modern rugs he really liked. They were wool. For some reason he was dead-set on getting a rug and thought these deals were too good to pass up. I think he caught me on a night I was emotionally spent trying to get the lad to take a nap. And I just didn't care about the colors in our living room, so when he wanted to get this rug, I said fine.

It's Tangerine Tango (or I'm telling myself it is). That means the only color we currently have in our living room is our green throw pillow, our purple throw pillow and our orange rug. That's not exactly what I was thinking when I said I wanted our living room to be accented with jewel tones.

Seriously. Someone make me a mood board for me?

PS I like the rug, it's just asking me to rethink the entire color scheme we have (or don't have) going on here.

hiding

One way I know Master Teddy either doesn't approve of the food placed in front of him or is done eating food he did approve of minutes before, is his takes it in his right hand, lifts his right leg, and places the food under his buns. And then he starts it over again.

I call his seat the Treasury. It always has a few treasures after meal times.

Sometimes I forget to wipe the seat down after a meal and the treasures wait for me to find them as we're getting ready for the next one.

crazy town

I mentioned the other day on my Facebook wall that Teddy Bear gets crazy if he's up for a long time. A long time being around five or six hours. (We're having a rough transition down to one nap, but he just won't take two anymore.)

What I didn't mention is that he doesn't get cranky and whiney and sad, he gets these amazing spurts of energy and is hilarious. Everything is funny to him and there is a lot of giggling. And a lot of wanting to be chased.

Here are some photos from the other night after his bath. He's usually pretty mellow by this point and lays there chewing on his toothbrush while I lotion him and get him dressed. Not this night. He was wired. And every time I stopped holding him down, he'd escape and dart across the room.

He may or may not have been peeing in this picture.

Anyway, he's adorable and hilarious. Especially when he's tired. I hope he stays that way.

WNTW: Europe edition

In Amsterdam, our first stop. In the special pants. 

Mr. Yin and I are going through our photos to (finally!) print some and hang them on our vast and bare walls. Of course that meant going through our pictures from our little trip to Europe 18 months ago.

You may recall, I was barely pregnant. And we had been living on a grad student budget, in Arizona: the most casual place on earth. And my clothes in all the pictures reflect that.

In almost every photograph, I hate what I'm wearing. I can't remember if I did at the time, but then doesn't that mean I was the perfect candidate for What Not to Wear: Baby Mama Edition?  Why didn't someone sign me up!? (I'm still willing if anyone wants to nominate me.)

I knew I'd be getting bigger by the end of our trip, so I knew my clothing needed to be stretchy. What I didn't know is that Mr. Edmund (aka Edible) was going to sit so low in my pelvis making everything of the pant variety extremely uncomfortable, almost from day one.

"Hiking" in the Swiss Alps. In the special pants.

But, seriously, there had to have been a better solution than these pants, right? I mean come on! Is that any better than the times I wore Mr. Yin's shorts? Yes, your read that correctly: I wore Mr. Yin's shorts. In Europe. Not just in Europe, in Paris!

At the Rodin Museum in Paris, in Mr. Yin's shorts.

He used to tease me about my Old Navy stretchy skirts. He called them my "I give up skirts". You know the one, if you have a jersey skirt from Old Navy, you probably own one. Or many. But the truth is, they look the best in the pictures.

I wish someone had taken me aside and shown me that you can dress cute and be pregnant. I wish someone had taken me aside and given me some ideas on how to dress my growing baby bump. And butt, since mine decided to grow in proportion to my belly.

Rome, our last stop, approximately one month after Amsterdam. In the special dress. 

In the end, this is my favorite picture of me from the trip. And yes, I think I'm pushing my belly out. Something that didn't need to be done a few weeks later.

In the Louvre.

naps and excuses

I didn't forget to blog yesterday. I tried to do it from my bed on the kindle, but it just would't work. I decided to just write two posts today instead.

I wasn't going to write anything-earth shattering, only that instead of blogging yesterday during the day I opted for a nap.

It was one of the better decisions of my day, and the lad and I both got in 2+ hour naps.

And now, today we can get some things done.

mostly for Crit

Critter, I don't know if you read my blog. But!

Today, some guy at church quoted the entire Saint Crispian's speech. The whole thing. At least the part we learned, and a whole bunch leading up to it.

And there wasn't one soul there who could appreciate it in the way that I appreciated it.

"Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered"-------(sustain it)

Maybe those of you who were there for the Great Snow Fort Fight of Ought One (I really have no idea what year it happened) would have had a good chuckle, too.