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Hello all! We have returned from our vacation in Grand Junction and are all happy and a few pounds heavier. I will blog about it later this week, after I have unpacked our suitcases and downloaded some photos... promise. For now, I found a video that I don't think I have posted yet.

After Johnny had been crawling for awhile, I noticed that he showed no interest in climbing the stairs. Of course, I mention to John about how lucky we are that Johnny isn't interested in the stairs. So what happens next? I'm cleaning in the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs and Johnny is playing on the floor next to me... or so I thought. I look around and he's climbed up six or seven stairs! I pull him down, grab the video camera and wait for him to do it again... but he had to be bribed with my phone in order to do it again.

Blog hiatus

Unfortunately, I have run out of space on my computer and thus, cannot upload any more photos or videos until I clean out my hard drive. This means that I won't be updating until I can get that taken care of, and well, in the midst of Thanksgiving, Christmas shopping and preparations for Johnny's birthday, I don't think I'm going to get a chance to do any good updates for awhile. My apologies. I will try to update before Thanksgiving to at least put up a picture or SOMETHING... but we'll see what happens.

Thanks for understanding, everyone!

A small break

This blog is brought to you by grape quarters and cheddar bunnies! As Johnny munches away happily for a couple of minutes, I decided to bring a small update to this lately abandoned blog.

The following is one of Johnny's new(er) tricks. He sticks all kind of objects in his mouth and then shakes them back and forth like a dog. We're talking blankets, stuffed animals, books, leaves, electrical cords, plastic bags. You know, the innocuous and dangerous alike. (I'm only kidding about the electrical cords and plastic bags. You believed me, didn't you? Thanks for the vote of confidence.)

Let's talk about poop.

*WARNING: This post is not for the squeamish or faint of heart. Bodily functions are described herein and are NOT pretty.*

Now that you've been properly warned, it's time for a poop story. I feel that I've done a pretty good job keeping this blog cute and fuzzy with lots of adorable pictures of Johnny and you know what? It's time to shake that up. And what better way to shake things up than with too much information?

Before bedtime, Johnny's routine pretty much goes like this: bath, crawl around nursery naked, diaper and pajamas, say night-night to various objects outside, nurse, hum two lullabies while being held in the dark, into the crib with his blankie. Can you guess which part of that routine went awry? Yes, the crawling around naked part. Surprise, surprise. Usually, he will just explore his room babbling like crazy while trying to pull down the blinds or the curtains, pull things out of drawers, close his hands in said drawers, etc, etc. Well, this time, he was standing up using the small table I have next to the glider when he got that look. Yes, THAT look. I looked around for anything to catch the end result of THAT look and found his towel from bath time. I shoved the towel underneath him just in time to receive a shockingly large, adult-looking poop. Had I not seen it come out of my little 10-month-old with my own eyes (and believe me, I was RIGHT THERE) I would not have believed he produced it.

After Johnny had finished his bowel movement, I was patting myself on the back for being so quick-witted in picking up the towel and preventing any stains from marring our carpet. I picked Johnny up to move him to the changing table and before I knew it, he had a hold on the soiled towel and was flinging it forward and backward. And yes, we ended up with a nice scattering of poop on the previously-un-poop-stained carpet.

So what did I do next? I called John upstairs and he busted out some latex gloves and a scooper to clean up the mess for me. You can also thank him for telling me not to take a picture of said mess, because I was so ready to run downstairs and grab the camera.

Ah, parenthood. Who knew that such an episode would bring John and me ever closer in our relationship? If you had told me four years ago that poop would someday be part of the glue that held me and my spouse together, I would have said "bullshit"... Oh yes, pun intended.

Happy Halloween!

I have a thing for dinosaurs. Especially the stegosaurus, which is actually a genus of dinosaurs, but whatever. (Fun science/history fact: Did you know that there was a period of time called the "Bone Wars" or the "Great Dinosaur Rush"? Just like the Gold Rush, but with bones. Creepy)

So what was Johnny for Halloween? A dinosaur. Not a stegosaurus, though, more like Reptar from the "Rugrats".

My parents-in-law, John and Gail, came over so we could all go trick-or-treating together. Johnny was a champ and managed to handle trick-or-treating for 30 whole minutes! Hopefully he hasn't set the standard too high for next year.