Mommy with a Station Wagon

I went and got my car washed on Friday. I realized that I hadn't done this since before Conrad was born, so it was time. As I was standing inside at the cash register, in came one of the carwash workers shouting, 'Mommy with a station wagon. Mommy with a station wagon.' I kept looking around, waiting for somebody else to step forward... And then I realized that he meant me. It seems that I had left my cell phone in the car and it was ringing. He thought it might be important. Being a mommy and all. It reminded me of our wedding day when during the reception someone asked me where my husband was and I gave them a blank look and said, 'my what?'.

Nothing spells teething relief...

... like the frozen lobster.

Cup practice

We read somewhere that now is the time to start the boy learning how to drink from a regular, adult-style open cup. I don't really remember why, although the same book said that sippy cups are the tool of the devil. I don't really remember why.

Anyway, cup practice is good fun for all involved, although it requires even more bibbage than usual. And often a change of clothes. For everyone involved.

Quite possibly too cute

I considered waiting to write about this until we got a good picture, but I can't. Last night when I was holding Conrad, he did this funny little thing where he opened his mouth and leaned forward and pressed his lips against my cheek. He's done it to Jean and Bonnie, and our friend Lisa who was visiting. Then we realized (or projected): He's giving us a little kiss.

It is almost painful in its adorableness.

Get used to it, kid

Just the first of many, many times your Daddy will embarrass you.

The many faces of pureed banana

Lots of new pictures on the Flickr page, by the way.

Learning to eat

He's got his own spoon, but it's mostly ceremonial at this point.