I was turned orange as a baby haha
Wow, first hand experience now!. Glad your colour returned.
Because life as a parent is funny; and weird.
peekie said: Aw, I turned my first child orange with too many carrots…it was all he’d eat. he turned back :)
electradaddy said: I was once turned a baby orange. His mother would grind up his food. Unbeknownst to me a pound of ground up carrots will fit in a baby jar. I didn’t know to dilute with water so I fed him the entire jar. He turned orange from all the carotene. Oops.
- I guess you do learn something new every day. I never knew this was possible. :)
If there was such a thing as overdosing on cookies I would have done it by now
Lately all my son will eat is Goldfish crackers. That is it. I am worried he is going to start turning orange. That, and that I am going to loose my mind with frustration.
Samantha, please eat your dinner.
Daddy, if you talk to me I am going to put you in a bucket of water.
Just because it is cold and raining doesn’t mean we can’t be inside having fun
I have now started to change my son on the floor and am retiring the change table. Mainly because when changing my son today he kicked the diaper away and I ended up with baby shit under my finger nail. Just before breakfast.
I’m secretly worried that if my son keeps falling on his head he maybe won’t be the speaking so much good when he grows up older.
Someone has learned how to empty the dishwasher. Next, cleaning the floors after dinner.
I am waiting for the episode of Special Agent Oso where he get a real assignment and goes on a James Bond-style killing and sleeping with exotic women spree.
I think someone wants to go outside. He put the hat on (my daughters hat from last year(!) - yes he has a big head) and took the sunscreen from the bag. He then grabbed my shoes out of the front hall closet and brought them to me.
Okay little man. You worked hard for it. Let’s go outside.
Fight fight
Changing my sons diaper has literally become a wrestling match.
Round 1: getting him to lay on the change table without smacking his head due to constant thrashing.
Round 2: getting said diaper off.
Round 3: trying to change to diaper without having it flung over the side while he thrashes around. Today we were inches away from having a shit-ball in the middle of the carpet.
Round 4: wiping. The hardest round to date.
Round 5: Final round: putting on the new diaper. Often my this round one or both of us are tired out so it usually ends in success. For me.
Keep trying little man. I may be a little bruised and broken, but I hold the championship belt for a reason.
I have a Guns N’ Roses shirt I wear every once and a while. My daughter never fails to ask me each time what each of the band member’s (skulls on the shirt) names are. I of course oblige and tell her the names every time.
If she already can identify Justin Bieber by face and voice, than at least she can also name each Guns N’ Roses band member (the original band, not the mishmash that exists now).
Important life lessons indeed.
We went to Walmart today. I took a picture of this kid to submit to the ‘People of Walmart’ site. Look at her crazy sunglasses and princess costume! In the end I didn’t submit it because it is my daughter. :) Daughter 1. Parents 0.
Watching my 1 year old son walk is equal parts terrifying (head injuries are up), hilarious (doesn’t need clarifying) and sad (that he is growing up so fast).
