Day 21: oops, I did it again

I missed another day. And unless Joe decides to take one tonight and post, there won't be a bonus picture to make up for it, as tonight I am embracing my inner tween and going to see Twilight. Yay, vampires!

Day 19: Mom had day off, got sad

Oh man, I missed my little guy something FIERCE today. I fairly leapt out of the house to grab him and smooch him and boof his little belly all over when he and Joe got home from daycare. I honestly don't know how this whole going-back-to-school thing is going to pan out.

Day 18: BONUS

I took these after Joe got home today (yes, he was the one who bandanna'd our son), and when I was asking which one he wanted to put up on grahamandcheese, Joe said "Put up both! Let the people vote!" And people, I know there are few things more crucial in these trying times than your vote as to which pirate pose is more effective. Vote early, late, often, or never. We'll still love you just as much.

Quizzes by Quibblo.com

Day 18: Mea culpa

So, as some of you may know, Joe got very sick this weekend, either by food poisoning from an evil taco place known as We Shall Never Eat There Again, or by some dread stomach bug that apparently has been going around his place of business. Which led to the 24-7 Mommy Show. Which led to me not really having the energy to take a picture, much less download a picture, much less write anything resembling witty about said picture. So! My bad. But here's TWO PICTURES from today to make up for it:

1) For Ben and Erin
and 2) Doo-doo bird looking askance in his snowsuit
That one just kills me. I get that look about twenty times a day. "Are you SEWIOUS, Mama? I mean, you can't be SEWIOUS. Mama, you so crazy - your antics are highly amusing."

Day 16: The rare mommy photo

I think I was in the middle of saying his name over and over to get him to look at the camera. or maybe I was whistling to him, like a little puppy. Either way, it worked in not the way I had intended.

Day 15: This kid will not stop moving long enough for a good picture

Day 14: I tried to take a bunch of pictures today

I tried to take a picture of Graham standing by himself (without holding on to anything!) but he fell down too fast.

I tried to take a picture of us out on a walk during the last nice day of the year, but the camera was buried too deep in the stroller bag.

I tried to take a picture of Joe holding him when I was walking behind them, Graham whispering something very important (hint: most likely some version of "heyDADAaDADADA") in his ear, but the flash was too flashy and the office too dark for non-flash.

Then I tried to take a picture of how tired I was after we walked to visit Joe at his office (8 miles) and then walked back home (5 miles; we had directional issues on the way there) but I died from the tiredness.

New picture tomorrow, promise.

Day 13: Too tired to smile

Day 12: Doo-doo brain in motion

Day 11: No new picture for you, vets

Sorry, we were all out of sorts today (I was flu-ish, and everybody else was just supremely cranky that I was out of action). So, here's an oldie but a goodie - our best little man, sleeping soundly, just as he is right now, on the day he came home to us.

Day 10

Daddy - on your bike! Follow that milk truck!

Day 9: If you like the weather in upstate New York...

...wait five minutes, head out with baby strapped to oneself to the coffee shop down the street, turn around after getting two cups of coffee and realize that it has started to pour, wait five more minutes for it to stop, when it doesn't run home with said baby strapped to chest trying not to spill coffee and also keep baby's hood up with chin, and then have husband have to wrap baby in blanket to warm him up. Note bright red cheeks of poor mothering.

(Also note that he looks more and more like a little boy every day, and less and less like MY BAAAABYYYYY. Sniffle.)

Day 8

Graham had such a lovely afternoon with his dad today. And when they came home, he was on FIRE - grabbing at me and jumping around and even mimicking me when I was super funny and talked into a water bottle. And then in the tub, he fed me his duck! Ha! Children learn stuff. It's like, crazy.

Day 7: Yet another day when I did not take a picture

But with good reason, again. Graham fell and cut his lip this morning, and honestly, I was too distraught for the rest of the day to even think about picking up a camera. (He's totally fine, and I was way more shaken than he was.) So, here: I don't think I ever posted his take on The Sopranos over on this site...

Bada BING, ya know?

Day 6: recent Graham obsessions

• "reading" books, by which I mean turning the pages as fast as he possibly can (so much so that Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See has been reduced to "brownbearredbirdyellowduck (gasp) greenfrogbluehorsepurplecat (gasp) whitedogblacksheepgoldfish (gasp) teacherchildren!"

• dada. like ALL THE TIME. dada dada dada dada HI HEY dada dada dada. we don't think it's intentional quite yet, but oh man is it cute. especially when joe's face lights up like he has won the lottery or something.

• walking while having his hands held. back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

• and as of today, changes inVOLUME. as in "hey hi dada dada DADA DADA DADAAAAA!"

Day 5: Poop!

Poop! I forgot to take a picture of Graham today, as he was at daycare and then Joe is still not home from work (sad for everyone) and so it was the All Mommy Show this evening. Here - will this suffice?

Poop! Graham pooped in the tub for the second night in a row this evening. I need to put my foot down and say that the tub poop is the worst, most dangerous kind of poop.

Poop! Or rather, un-poop. The un-poop for today is that G's daycare lady said he had his Best Day Ever today...totally content and happy. Sigh. I love un-poop.

Day 4

We went to our polling place early so Graham could vote twice. I wasn't allowed in the booth with him, but I am pretty sure he voted for Senator Breastmilk, who ran on a pretty conservative "No daycare" platform.

Day 3

A little Election Eve dinner theatre with Daddy:


He just told the one about the moose, lipstick, and AK-47 walking into a bar.

Day 2

This look is what usually prompts his dad and I into nonsense talk of the lowest caliber: "Oh, doo-doo head! Who's our little doo-doo biscuit? Are you our Mr. Biscuit Head??" and so on. It's horribly pathetic.

I couldn't resist a photo from today (Day one con't)

It's the little feet, they slay me.

Day One (a month in photos)

Over at my other blog, I made a commitment to myself and the internet that I am posting every day for a month as part of NaBloPoMo (say it out loud! it sounds funny on your tongue...so funny when it hits your tongue). Joe, immediately supportive and encouraging, looked at me askance and said "But what about Graham and Cheese??" Fah! So, I decided that I would, at a MINIMUM, post a Grahamcakes photo a day for the next month. Thus, installment #1.

This actually isn't from today, it's from Thursday. And I didn't cut it down at all. And I despise hearing my voice. But he's super cute and has discovered the Slinky I forgot we owned, so I think that all makes up for it. He also discovered his tongue recently, and it is always stuck out (as far as it can be, anyway, since his frenulum is a little short) so it makes him look a little...preoccupied.