Johnny and Daddy

Johnny is rarely in a mood to cuddle, so when he feels like it, it's a photo op for sure! He had just gotten up from his nap was allowing me to feed him bits of gnocchi from my plate while Daddy cuddled him.

Please...

... don't send toys, only household appliances.

Johnny has a fascination with a few household appliances. The vacuum, of course, being one of them.

Others he has an affinity for are the dishwasher (no idea why), the hand-held Dirt Devil, his humidifier and the microwave. Of course he plays with plenty of his toys, but I find the most photo opportunities arising from his play with such mundane objects as vacuum cleaners. But I guess that while I find them mundane, he finds them magical. Look! You turn it on, point it at the dead bug and the floor and whoosh! It's gone! Magic!!! Perhaps I can find a way to turn his fascination to my advantage... nah, Johnny doesn't do things that he knows I think are productive.

Quarantine

The movie "Outbreak" could be taking place at our house. Well, cut out the monkey, Patrick Dempsey and the blood exiting from all possible orifices and then it's a little closer to our lives. Johnny and I have been sick all week long and wow, is that a misery! Being sick really does suck, especially when your little one is dealing with it, too. But being sick and pregnant and cut off from all of those awesome drugs that make life with a cold liveable? Hell. Especially whenever I open the medicine cabinet to get a new box of Kleenex and those boxes of cold & flu medicine are just laughing at me. Bitches.

Anyway! Back to our regular programming: Johnny and I have been sick and thus, cut off from the rest of the world. No playdates, no Gymboree, no walks since Mommy can't breathe, no visiting Grandma Durso since she'll be seeing newborn cousin Jack next week, no visiting anyone we like due to possible contagion... so we've been spending a lot of time at the park in the open air. Where Johnny's sneezes and coughs merely transmit viruses into the air and human-less space around him.

I was going to post a few of the pictures I've taken this week... but I don't think I will. I took lots of pictures of him this week with massive amounts of snot running down face and I decided not to publish them because they're disgusting. Yes, his mother, queen of pee, poop and puke would rather not introduce you all to Johnny's Niagara Falls of a nose. You're welcome.

In the meantime, here are some pictures I took awhile back of Johnny after he consumed massive amounts of Eggplant Parmigiana. Way cuter than snot, promise.

On the Phone

For a while now, Johnny has been taking all kind of objects and putting them up to his ear pretending that they are phones. Anything from a measuring cup to a pen to a real phone. Grandma Durso gave him one of her old cell phones, complete with charger, and Johnny loves walking around with it and talking on it to "Dada." Here he's only chattering a little bit, it was difficult to get him doing it on camera.

Baby #2 pictures

I finally got around to scanning the ultrasound pictures of the next baby and thought I should post them in an attempt to give Johnny and the next child a similar amount of exposure... key word: attempt.

Side profile. S/he was all snuggled up the placenta (on the left) so the face is a little smushed.

Ultrasounds aren't the most exciting pictures in the world, I know, but hey, it's what I have to work with.