The Little Baby That Cried Wolf?

We've all heard the story of "The little boy that cried wolf," but does this face look like he could do such a thing? So sweet. So innocent. Well, I was beginning to think so!

Since I am so far behind in my blogging, this was a few weeks back.
The daycare called me Wednesday afternoon to say that Tristan was throwing up. So, I left work, rushed over there, while calling the pediatrician to ask if I should give him Pedalyte (it's been a while since we had a little baby), quickly swung his room door open to see him smiling sweetly in the swing. So, I felt him...no fever. After signing him out, I ran across the street to Kroger to buy the Pedalyte (which is CRAZY-expensive and has to be thrown out after 24 hours)! All the while, Tristan sat in his seat babbling and smiling. We spent a relaxing, work-free, afternoon at home...with NO poop, vomiting, or fever. Back to daycare the next morning for you, little faker! Fast forward to Friday morning, 4:00 a.m. I am up, stomach hurting and nauseous. Fast forward to 5:00 a.m. TJ up, in the bathroom. Go to check on him. He is ok, but explains the situation and says that it stinks in there so bad that he has flushed the potty six times! Fast forward 5 minutes, TJ makes it to my room and lays in the bed, runs to the potty, throws up! Both of us...sick...ALL Friday long! Saturday, after suffering from cabin fever, we decide we feel well enough to go the the Clemson vs. Auburn game that night. We head to the tailgate, where it feels like it is 100 degrees and 100% humidity. TJ throws up...no football game Saturday for TJ and I. On the way home...around mid-night, Thomas pulls the car over on the interstate...throwing up! Sunday...Nana gets it! Monday...KK gets it! Tuesday...Uncle Lee gets it! No one was safe, only 2 made it out unscathed! I guess I'll think twice next time, before I question Tristan's motives ;)

5th Monthiversary

Tristan turned 5 months on August 31st, but I promise I haven't been slacking on taking his picture! He has been sick (thanks to Daddy and the beginning of school germs he brought home) since last Wednesday ...which was the first, and I wanted to wait until he was feeling better; so technically I'm only one day late! As you can see by the raw nose...he still isn't feeling 100%, but I was worried he would be 6 months before I got another opportunity! He did have to go see the Doc. on Saturday, so I got his weight...15 lbs. 9 oz. He is turning over both ways now...no more easy diaper changes! He is really trying to crawl, however only one part works at a time. He'll push his arms up, but the legs are still skydiver style, or he'll get his bottom up, and his arms are out to his side. But, I have a feeling it won't be long before the chase begins! He can sit up, using his arms for support for several seconds...unless he moves his head (full of brain) to one side at which time he topples over.


Look at the BABY, not the mess!

Here are the "best" pictures I got of both boys.

The Baby Straight Jacket

Ever think of putting your baby in a straight jacket? No...well, me either! But, we found something that works just as well...that is if you wanted to do such a thing.
It's called a "life jacket!" We decided it was time to initiate Tristan into our world at the lake and take him on his first boat ride. Since Tristan is still not old enough to safely wear sunscreen, Papa prepared the boat, putting up the canopy, to protect his pasty-white skin. The weather was a little if-y and had been cloudy and threatening to rain all day. So, we let Tristan eat and take a nap before we ventured out. The sun was peaking through, so we decided it was as good a time as any. Once we got the "life jacket" on him, it was like he had been completely immobilized...he didn't move...at all. When TJ was little, we would barely step foot on the boat before he passed out for a slumberous ride, so we were sure Tristan would do the same. Nope, he only closed his eyes when the wind blew them shut! The remainder of the time, he sucked his passie, eyes open...not so sure he was enjoying the ride, but was peaceful enough.
Then it came...we looked behind us...RAIN. We decided to keep riding in hopes that the rain would pass around us before he headed back home...guess again! Into the rain we went. We took refuge under a bridge until it passed and we headed towards home. NOPE, we just thought we took refuge! We still ended up right in the middle of the rain storm! Papa grabbed the boat cover and held it up to cover up the boys, while I drove the boat! Yes, I drove the boat, you heard me right...I have NEVER driven a boat! My contacts had water behind them, I couldn't see, but Papa said "You're ok" so we kept going as he pushed the gas down with his foot. But, being the great driver I am (right Honey?), we made it back safely. And poor Tristan, never made a peep! Hopefully he has forgotten this first ride and will be up for more this weekend!

The boys cuddled together trying to keep warm after the rain

You don't know what you've gotten yourself into...

As mentioned, my BFF is getting married in about 3 weeks from now. TJ and I are both in the wedding, and I'm not so sure Ms. Jenna knows what she has gotten herself into...well, that is until last Friday! We drove over to Montgomery Friday evening to get TJ fitted for his tux. First of all, Men's Warehouse pretty much stinks...yes, I am naming names, and it is the one in East Chase shopping center just in case you would like the exact location. We walked in...with a 5 year old B.O.Y., mind you, and had to wait like 30 minutes for someone to help us. This began the restless boy, all over the place, stage. We were finally taken back into the dressing area to get TJ measured...and there it was...a 3-way mirror! Dun, Dun, Dunnnnnn!
The remainder of the fitting went something like this: measure an arm, while lifting the guy's tie so that he cannot read the measurement; on the mirrored platform dancing like a crazy person; measure the neck; back to the mirrored platform to stomp the Eye of the Tiger song as loudly as possible; measure the waist and chest (WOW, and accomplishment...2 measurements at once); back to the mirrored platform to shake a little booty; try on a jacket...nope, too big; into the back room with the employees to find a smaller jacket; try on smaller jacket...awww, how cute; back to the mirrored platform to perform another rendition of Eye of the Tiger while everyone now stares at us; try on a shirt, while now kissing the guy's hand as he buttons the shirt; back into the back room with the employees to return the shirt.




Just when you thought the painful part was over...time to pay, and by painful, I don't mean the price! I give the guy my debit card, and out shoots like 203 reciepts. I joked, "How many times did you run my card?!" He didn't think that was very funny I guess, I only got a quick smirky grin. Then.it.starts. He begins reading me the terms and conditions...ALL of them. Wait, TJ is dancing around in circles and this time it is not because he enjoys looking at himself in the mirrors. Pause the reading; head to the bathroom in the back of the store. Finish, back out, and there he is again...ready to read on. FOREVER later, we are finally finished, but not before he mentions that we must drive back to Montgomery the week of the wedding to make sure it all fits...YEA!