Bouncy Czech

Today Mr. Bouncy and I finally exchanged our birthday cards – he gave me mine and I gave him his. My birthday was in September and his was in October. Seems like we were playing a passive-aggressive game about who can hold the each other’s card longer without looking really bad and neglectful. Or something like that. I have to say though that reading those cards 2 months later created some excellent laugh-fest and goofiness. Good times.

In unrelated: How do you teach your almost 4 month old to sleep without being swaddled? It’s becoming a bit silly with this “I am tying your hands down so you stop batting yourself with them”. I see some sleepless nights in our near future while my son is getting used to the fact that he has hands, even OMFG, in the bed.

Also, I kicked Nablopomo’s ass. Yay!

Uhm.. Uh-oh?

Luckily, I am not the only one who’s a bit terrified…

People: 6

People eating solid foods: 5

Dogs: 2

Dogs leaking fluids: 1

Number of times the floor got cleaned: 1? that’s how little we cared… after all we were trying to focus on the food.

Bouncy: How can birds fly across the ocean? When do they rest!? …

Mr. Bouncy: So what? That’s all they can do is fly – big deal! Can a bird architecturally design a bridge or something? NO!

Bouncy Sister: They don’t need to. They can fly over it.

Mr. Bouncy: Fine, they can’t sing an Aria. They can’t even write with pen and paper.

Bouncy Sister: How do you know? Prove it.

Mr. Bouncy: No, you prove it. Prove they can. They don’t have any hands or fingers.

Bouncy Sister: …….

Mr. Bouncy: Exactly.

Bouncy Sister: But a human who doesn’t have hands of fingers can’t write either, that doesn’t meant he’s any less smart or worthy.

Mr. Bouncy: That’s not the point – they can’t do anything but fly – look they can’t even, like drive a tank, or whatever.

Bouncy Sister: Maybe Big Bird can.

Mr. Bouncy: NO, he can’t and besides, Big Bird’s just a guy in a suit – that’s right, I said it. I bet even the guy in the suit can’t drive a tank anyway.

Bouncy Sister: I bet YOU can’t drive a tank either.

Mr. Bouncy: So what? I’m not a bird.

This new dog – still coming up with a good nickname – he is a sick puppy. He came with his own antibiotics (turns out they are weak and they suck) and also his own abundant supply of snot. It’s disgusting really. Give me a runny newborn poo anytime instead.

All day long I shielded Junior and myself everytime the dog snarfled. Then -wishing for a hazmat suit- I wiped the floor and walls… On the bright side, our floor have never been cleaner.

Getting family pictures = fail.

Getting non-humans pictures = success

Bunkerella says “gee thanks for the big bed”

Bunkerella crushed when the new dog arrives, her big bed is no longer hers, we are cruel like that.

I think we are going to keep him.

I decided that tomorrow is going to be great for torturing everybody silly with my nikon. Tomorrow I am going to have them pose for a holiday picture. And they will! I will make that baby pose and even smile! Just you wait.

Last night Bouncy junior slept from 7 pm to 12, and woke up at 3am and 6am. AND then fell asleep again till 8:30am. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the clock. I felt so rested. I made me think: oh yeah, this is how it’s supposed to feel…

It was a glorious day today. Full of sunshine and sleep. Bouncy Jr. definitely moved away from the chaotic newborn stage where he’s having trouble deciding what to do next: Sleep! Food! Explosive poop! More food! Sleeep! Wait not really! Food is good! Very sleepy! But wait there’s poop coming out of my pants!…

The days now have more structure and as much as I hate the word schedule (my kid is not a train) I think we have achieved a routine of some sorts. It makes the day so much easier – since I can plan a shopping trip (Look, we are leaving the house! Stand back!) around his breakfast/snack/lunch/snack/snack and I don’t have to plan escape routes out of Trader Joe’s because OMG my baby is hungry.

Hope everyone’s weekend will be a blast.