great Sarah Palin's ghost

I did something on Friday that I have been planning long before Theo was born--go berry picking! I'm laughing at the thought that I wanted to do this in the first weeks of his birth. That was a hilarious idea. I took a picture to commemorate the moment, with Theo in his carrier. As I was taking the picture I remembered there are not many things in the world I hate more than taking a picture of myself. But my thumb was halfway there so this is what happened.

I also had a dream last night where I use the word "refudiate" twice in a blog I wrote. Then I find out that Sarah Palin made up that word, and I get super embarrassed. I woke up embarrassed for my dream self. Is Sarah Palin breaking into people's dreams and trying to convince them this word is real?...

Theo. hat. pom pom.

Got your attention? Click here to see on Kenz's blog.

baby tried to steal birthday thunder...

It was Jon's birthday Saturday. It was filled with the usual Trader Joe's treats and angel food cake, with presents like a jogging stroller infant adapter and Radiohead baby lullabyes. Oh and I think my new favorite food cart. Happy birthday Jon! And in keeping with his probable wishes, I'll leave it at that. (Except that we found that Inception is not the best movie to take an infant to... but Jon made it work. Even when he pooped in the Ergo. Love you Theo!)

Sunday was Theo's first day at church. We told him he was Mormon and that he best get used to it. He cried a little at first, but by the end he was cool with it.

Lately

Theo spent a lot of time with Grandma Naylor, especially in the middle of the night!

Grandpa Naylor and Theo are both very happy like this. You can see where the pointed ear comes from.

Bought a tart pan and made a strawberry tart with mom (I was shocked I didn't ruin the pastry cream)

Theo Meeting Grandpa and Grandma Hall

Amateurish photo shoots (isn't that onesie the best? Thanks Kenz)

Any time leftover is usually spent like this.


Also, this week Kenz had a few lovely posts about our Grandpa... on her blog here (with a picture that shows I haven't changed a bit... long hair and salt water sandals) and as a guest blogger here.

But of course...

My son has a golden rat tail. Daddy could not be more proud.

And my mom left this weekend (my dad too, who was able to come after the longest jury deliberation ever--good thing he totally won!) which makes me instantly more sleep deprived. Having my mom here for almost two weeks saved my life. Especially when your recovery consists of having multiple doctors tell you, "You look really pale." Granted, they could just be thrown off by the fact that my skin is normally a nice transparent color.