Flight #5, Wedding #3

Moss has officially accrued more time on airplanes than I did my whole first 20 years on the earth.  Kansas City/Wichita (wedding), Knoxville, Chicago, Austin (wedding), and finally North Carolina (wedding)... I've resolved not to step foot on another plane until mid-2015 at the earliest, and that's only if Carrie's wedding is an LDP affair.  Nobody else get married!!

Oh hey, just racking up my FFMs.

At least all the trips were totally worthwhile and entertaining.  This wedding paired Mimi T (now Mimi K) with Gpa Monk, and the whole weekend was charmed and relaxing.  The photos below are the work of the wedding photographer, Brent Clark from Raleigh NC.  He caught some pretty special things. 

Messy but sweet

I sure do my best to keep the house picked up, but sometimes it's nice just to sit instead.  Good things still happen in a grubby house.

Keeping neat and clean

Mr. Moss has always loved this comb.  At first to gaze upon, then to hold and manipulate, then to eat.  And now, finally, to comb.  What's next?

Why not?

It's the 100th post at BabyBugTrofatter!  To celebrate, introducing the actual reason for the recent paucity of posts, Bento Baby, due December 10. 

May 8 - 9 week ultrasound (hollow circle is the yolk sack, still)

Looks like a tiny gummi bear to me

I cannot remember ever being this tired in my entire life.  More tired than the flopsy crash naps of childhood, more than hiking 12 miles and falling on the trail in protest of the final stretch, more than my mononucleosis haze of 1999, more than any ill-advised Mrs-Goodpasture-paper-fueled all-nighter, more than the ludicrous "4 finals over 2 days and I haven't read for 2 of the classes in 7 weeks" cramfest weeks in college, more than any stretch of grad school, more than European jetlag, more even than the brain-pudding exhaustion of the hours, days and weeks immediately post-Moss.  

This is the real deal.  I need 5 naps per day, Moss needs 1 or 2.  Does not compute.  It's helping me be the laid-back parent I want to be, though...  "Hmm.  How bad would it be if he pulled that/chewed on that/climbed that/played with that?  Would it be worse than the idea of getting up and going over there and preventing it?"  (A: very often "not that bad" and "no")  Cords, sharp grass seeds, the oven door, and the dog water bowl warrant intervention.  Shoelaces, dried leaves, the refrigerator door, and dog toys?  Not so much.

And yet I've been told that my current state pales in contrast to how tired I will be one year from now.  Apparently one experiences some amount of shock at the scale of tiredness that exists in the universe when one has "two under 2".

Survival mode.  Let's do it.

~~~
March 30, 7am:
Calla: ...
Ben:  zzz
Calla:  Hey.
Ben:  zzzmrmrfmrmf
Calla:  Hey, do you think it's too soon to have another kid?
Ben:  Mmm.  I don't know.  Probably.       zzz--      ...      !!      Wait.  Why?

~~~

First reactions varied from disbelief to good-hearted ribbing--

Ben's mom:  Hahahahaaaahahaa I'm so sorry for you!  ....  But really congratulations.  Hahahahaaaaaahaha good luck.  (she had her first two 18 months apart)

Ben's grandma:  You do know how that works, right?  (yes Grandma Peg, we've got it narrowed down to a few possibilities)

Calla's mom:  Are there really two lines?  Really?  (if you cross your eyes and squint, I guess you could pretend it was one)

Calla's dad:  Say waaaaaat?  (I said you should probably come visit before there's a SECOND BABY)

~~~
Moss's reaction:

I got a new shirt, yay!

I get to hold a piece of paper, yay!

I'm so going to bite this.

Yeah he actually took a bite.

Shoe hands

Dad put shoes on my hands.

I'm not entirely pleased...

Nor am I entirely displeased....  Life is so complicated.

My first Mother's Day

I got an inspired painting from Moss the artistic genius.  It was a delightful and hilariously sloppy afternoon.

the canvas awaits

the artist considers, acts

a bold choice

"this is pretty much the most awesome thing I've ever been allowed to do"

the artistic spirit awakens

I cannot get enough of the concentrate-y face he started doing with his lips

"I just let the inspiration wash over me. I no longer need my eyes, only my hands, my art."

a respite from the raging storm of productivity

it becomes multimedia with the addition of "lawn"

Moss gets major paint on his face:

action shot!

do. not. clean. me.  I'm busy.

I actually seriously like it, like, would enjoy it in a museum even if not painted by my first-born child

Three cheers for California stone fruit season

white peach is Moss-approved

Moss and his doggies

Hi Moss!

Aaaaand Moss can wave now.  And it's adorable beyond belief.  And you'd better believe I say Hi Moss about 35 times a day.

Moss and friend

What's that?

Bwaaaaaaah

A tiny adorable non-biting ladybug