Most of our pics lately have been in this high chair, but it's indicative of our phase in life. And now that I'm feeding my baby dead chicken, I'm really feeling like we're at the end of an era. *sob!* I mean, he's rolling around on the floor here next to me and I miss him already.
In other news, we are on day two of packing!!! And it's official: the smell of cardboard makes me nervous. It conjures up all sorts of memory sensory feelings of hunger, achy muscles and displacement. Moving bites.
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That little dude has the face of an angel, even when eating dead chicken.
On the other hand, moving DOES bite. Amen to that. I'll pray that it doesn't rain on the days you load and unload because if the scent of cardboard makes you nervous, the smell of wet cardboard will make you vomit. On that note...good luck!
Chicken noodle soup?! What?! Make it stop! Poor Q is still trying to choke down his pears & sometimes-vegetables. I'm probably a giant blob of mom failure given my ignorance of how to give my baby solids... Oh well.
I owe you an email. BRB.
PS - He is So sweet. Bottom photo = favorite.
love these pics noelle, such a cutie. i'm with ya..time is moving too fast..my newborn is now 3 months old; changing everyday:( "missing her already."
i think i finally started giving indie rice cereal at seven months. i hate doing solids. can't we just nurse/bottle feed them till they have their twelve year molars? it sure save me a lot of time doing dishes.
moving prayers to you and yours. it stinks to high heaven, but you sure have a lovely abode waiting for you on the other end!!
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