Polly Want A Cracker/Rice Cake?

Solomon paints a pumpkin at daycare. There was a neighborhood parade for Halloween. Due to cruddy weather, the parade ended up indoors at the rec center. Solomon was quite a sport, since it was smack in the middle of his nap time. Baby Gabe, the dragon, was fierce competition. Regardless, The Boy earned an honorable mention. They had to send a fellow neighbor to the house with the prize for "the pirate and her parrot," because the judges didn't know us and we left early (remember - nap time). The prize? A junior slinky (suitable for ages 5 and up).

Not Much, You?

'Nuff said.

Bath Day

It used to be hard for me to remember when bath day was due. Now it's easier because Solomon gets a bath the same day that we wash diapers. This is not a cause-->effect relationship, just to be clear.

How Baby Spends His Spare Time

Taking a bath. Petting his dog. Giving plushy animals mouth to mouth.

When Daddy Dresses Solomon

Scott actually bought this for The Boy. Before Solomon showed up, Mili had to wear Daddy's hat.

There Is Nothing New Under The Sun

Overbusy

Solomon and his Ma seem to be a tad busy. Evidence: fewer photos and blog entries. It's not just that. Some of the issue is that the photos seems to be the same: Here's Solomon with a toy. Grinning. Naked. Wearing something cute. I don't know how it was that I seemed to have more time when Solomon was less independent. He's pretty skilled at playing on his own for several minutes now, but I'm pressed to even fix myself a lunch. There are only so many days that one can have two slices of mesquite smoked deli turkey wrapped around a slice of Tilamook cheddar, without feeling like a slacker. I actually bought a crock pot to cook my dinners for me. I think part of my time management struggle is that Solomon sleeps less during the day, and one of those naps I often take with him. Which brings me to another time-robber: The Boy is more fun and I can't resist playing with him. Throw in three 4-midnight shifts and there's not a lot left. I'm told that my expectations for myself are slightly elevated. I'm noticing that I have increased irritability. This is usually one of the symptoms about which I ask the patients in the Emergency Room, and identifying it in myself is a bit embarrassing. But I digress. This is merely the justification for what I'm about to do/not do. My experiment for the next few weeks will be to post photos occasionally, but not so often and with minimal captioning. It occurs to me that I'm saying this here for my own benefit. Whatev.

He's Going To Get Everything He Wants

Can you blame me? Look at the kid.

Simple Things

Just some shots of The Boy and Me hanging out. He's easily entertained.

The More Things Change...

Solomon still loves diapy-free time. He really wishes he could crawl, but it just isn't happening for him yet. There's some benefit to a baby that more or less stays where placed.

Punching The Clock

Solomon works hard on his skills. Next: bow-hunting skills.

I think by now the proverbial cat is out of the proverbial bag regarding Solo's Ma and her job. Instead of the maximum security boys' prison, Mommy is now working second shift in the emergency room. Inasmuch as Mommy is required to work outside the home at all, this seems to be an excellent choice. There are some drawbacks to staying at work until midnight, but I've had (unwanted) experience in sleep deprivation. All the same, a paycheck isn't quite as compelling as The Boy as far as incentives for staying awake go.

Look Out Floyd Landis

This is perhaps the most unflattering photo of myself that I've yet to post (Believe me, there are worse ones in existence, but my vanity prevented them from making the blog). But I'm willing to share it so that you can see Solomon getting his first bicycle ride. We only went about four blocks before he started crying. He doesn't really dig the helmet, and I don't think it fits well, and I've considered letting him ride without it as long as we stay on the sidewalk. What do you think? I think maybe I should wait another month and try him on the bike again.