Dear Simon...

Dear Simon,

I know you're far to young to understand what Mommy is telling you.  But someday you will look back in awe at a time before you remember... a time when you were strongly encouraged to eat more, to sleep more.  I understand you're at least as stubborn as your parents. But someday you'll gain weight just by looking at food.  Someday I'll be dragging you out of bed at 4:00 (instead of the other way around) for seminary.  Someday you'll beg and plead to be allowed to sleep for just 5 more minutes.  Oh, how I wish I could impart this knowledge in you so that when I try to feed you something besides raisins or get you back to sleep at 3:00 am you'd cooperate.  But alas...

On the other hand, if you're so not hungry and so not tired, how about you diet and get up and go to work for Mommy.  I'll be more than happy to sleep 12 hours a day, waking only to eat and watch Yo Gabba Gabba.  Deal?

Love,
Mom

Picture Time

Today I decided it's been far too long since I sat Simon down and took a bunch of pictures of him.  I haven't really done that since he was 5 or 6 months old.  Today reminded me why most all of the pictures of him are in his high chair or stroller or when he's asleep.  It's not that he's always strapped down.  If he's not, I end up with shots like these keepers:

Okay, part of it is the bad camera.  It has quite a shutter delay.  The other reason is that the boy don't sit still.  Again, God bless him.  He's a joy and a delight and I love him beyond words, but for cryin out loud... 

I did get a couple of decent-ish pictures.  I'm not real thrilled, but then again I'm not the greatest photographer and I'm working on a not the greatest camera.  Anyway, enjoy these, such as they are. And yes, he insisted on wearing the shirt.  I had nothing to do with it.

Wrasslin'

You know that high school boy that wouldn't wrestle the girl?  Yeah, that's not Simon.  His thing lately is to refuse to have his diaper changed.  That boy will arch his back and roll over so he's essentially doing the head spin break dance move while I've got him by the ankles.  Every time we get him on the changing table it's a fight.  I sure wish I knew how to put a diaper on a baby on all fours.  If Daddy and I are both home we try to double up on him.  One gets to pin him down at the shoulders while the other works the business end.  At least he doesn't scream the whole time.  That lasted a couple of weeks or so.  My boy is strong as a mule and twice as stubborn.  God bless him.