2010 January 06 | Heir to Blair

Where I almost killed my husband only 6 days into the new year.

Harrison has been such a joy today that it’s hard NOT to be in an amazing mood. & with me, an amazing mood = productivity.

So to celebrate this turn in the tide, I made homemade salsa. Then I decided to put on my SuperMom cape & thought I should greet my husband tonight with the fabulous aroma of homemade chili in the crockpot & warm cornbread. I added in the beans. Black, Navy, pinto, kidney. The tomato sauce. Turkey. Diced tomatoes. A splash of olive oil. Chili powder. LOOK AT ME, my crockpot seemed to exalt. I am full! Blair has returned to sanity! Domesticity reigns supreme again!

But something seemed off. Did I miss an ingredient? ::blair taps finger to chin:: I just can’t quite put my finger on it…

OH MY GOD. I forgot to cook the turkey first.

I spent the next five minutes digging raw ground turkey out of the crockpot.

come to think of it, it probably would have browned & cooked in the crockpot…right?

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Whose child is this?!

Horrible picture quality for THE MOST AWESOME REASONS EVER:

I was playing with my kid.
He was laughing up a storm & kicking his feet like mad.
In turn, I was laughing with him, making it impossible to hold the camera steady.
I was desperate to find an angle that showed off his amazing dimple, but obviously failed.

Y’all. WHO’S CHILD IS THIS?! 36 hours into Nutrimegen, 2 doses of Prevacid under our belts, & viola – happy baby. I only hope it stays this way & isn’t a Four Day Fake Out like life on soy + Prilosec.

Last night, Nate & I snagged a date night to see Sherlock (ah-mazingly fun) while my folks kept Harrison. When we came home, he was already in bed & my parents were singing his praises – not the typical grandparent mush, but the “OH MY GOD, he’s a different baby already!” He swang happily. He sat on my mom’s lap during dinner & didn’t cry. He smiled through his bath. He even laid in his pack n’ play, playing with noming the face off his Sophie.

I didn’t believe them. (kind of like how people don’t believe that he really cries more than 12 hours a day) Until this morning, when our day has resembled the following:

Wake up at 6:45am. Change diaper, begin bottle.
Swing happily for 30 minutes while Momma fixes breakfast & cleans up the kitchen.
Coo & laugh under playgym for 30 minutes.
Coo & nom on Sophie in crib for 15 minutes while Momma does a load of laundry & picks up nursery.
Has medicine & snack bottle around 9am. Promptly falls asleep.
Nap in bouncer.

Do you notice something? Lack of a specific word/action? That-which-must-not-be-spoken-lest-Satan-hear-it?! That begins with C???

LOOK AT THIS CHILD. Waiting patiently for his rice cereal & bottle. ::swoon:: Not only is he quiet, but he just looks pleasant.

(p.s. how presh is that bib? one of my best girlfriends made it as harrison’s “welcome to the world” gift…when she gets her etsy site up & running, i’ll let y’all know)