4 Months Old

Oh Tidytot, you are too much fun!
Rolling over, talking Dad's ear off, giving sly grins, and charming Grandparents.
You're happiest when Mom is holding you and Dad is close by so you can talk to him and honk his nose with your little hand.
You and Dad are thick as thieves, the best of buds.

Sometimes you get the grumps when we visit friends.
We know the day will come when you are more comfortable around other people.   
We are looking forward to hearing the laugh behind that smile.
We love watching you learn new things.
My, how much you've learned already.

Most of all, we love YOU! 



Me:  "Do I always have morning breath?"
Mr. T:  "Of course not.  Just in the mornings."



Dear Dearest Readers,

One of the reasons Mr. T and I decided to have children is because we were hoping they would one day be able to teach us about technology.  We know a few things, but as one person stated, "Adults are technology immigrants.  Children are technology natives."  

That being said, I can't for the life of me figure out how to leave replies to all the sweet, funny and encouraging comments you post. 

So, here is my official "thank you" for all the comments.  I read them, love them, and am greatly encouraged by them!  Thanks for reading these ramblings about all the "nothing in particulars" that make up my life.  I enjoy hearing back from you.

Mrs. Tidyman



The other day Mr. T and I went out to eat while some friends watched Tidytot.  We returned from our date and were invited by the couple to stay for dessert, coffee and visiting.  Three things that are right up our alley.  

Since we were sticking around, I needed to feed Tidytot there.  I wasn't planning on feeding her until we got home, so I didn't bother to wear appropriate nursing clothes.  What I did wear took a fair amount of "fiddling with".  

I remained in the basement with the wife of said couple, wrestled with my clothes and squirming baby while trying to remain covered by a blanket that was a little too small to achieve the maximum coverage desired.  Finally, we got everything squared away.  Not too far into the process, their 8 year old daughter entered the room and launched us into the following awkward moment:

Daughter:  "What are you doing?"

Me (without thinking):  "I'm feeding the baby."

Daughter (looking very confused):  "You are???"

Me (suddenly aware that they have yet to explain breastfeeding and feeling much MORE self-conscious than normal at nursing with people around, something I have yet to get used to):  "Oh...um....well....."

Mom (suddenly aware that she has come upon a "parenting moment"):  "Oh...um....well....."

Daughter:  "But I don't see any bottles."

Mom:  "Well, she's feeding her milk.  You know....um....milk....er....um....breast....um...."

Daughter (putting a stop to the explanation):  "Wait!  I know!"
She runs upstairs, grabs a book that helps explain such issues, comes down and points to a picture of a cartoon woman nursing her baby, uncovered.

Daughter:  "You're doing THIS!"

Me (growing in embarrassment at the sight of the cartoon woman):  "Yes."

Daughter, satisfied with explanation, runs upstairs.

Mom and I both look at each other:  "Thank goodness for that book!"

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  
In my opinion, one awkward picture is better than a thousand awkward words any day!