In the last week, Henry seems to be on fatty prevention control.  The reason I say this is because whenever John and I are thinking about getting a food stuff that is not very good for us (but delicious!), Henry starts screaming his head off, so we choose to go home rather than go for what ever fatty food item.  This has happened with trips we were thinking about making for ice cream, chili nachos, Cherry Coke, Pop Tarts, and Wendy's.  In contrast, when we've gone to make trips for pizza or to the farmer's market, kiddo is happy as a clam.  He is also sleeps so peacefully on my chest when we go for walks and often fusses when we veg on the couch.  I'm sure it's all a coincidence, but it's funny to think about nevertheless.

Robin and Ryan's wedding is coming up soon, and John, Henry, and I will be going home to Chicago next week so we can go to the wedding.  I'm super excited about the wedding.  Inspired by thoughts of what the wedding would look like, I tried on all the dresses in my closet to figure out what to wear.  My boobs don't fit in any of them.  Argh.  Then I was thinking perhaps I would make a dress lickety split, but it since it took me six hours to sew a simple nursing cover because I had to take so many breaks to watch the baby, I realize that making a dress just isn't going to happen.  I think I may have to go shopping, perhaps this weekend.

Love, Trina

Today, Sept. 10, John and I have been married for 4 years. 

I took Henry for a walk in his stroller to go pick up our vegetable box that comes from a nearby farmer co-op.  The box pick-up location was nearby the light rail station, so we met John, who was coming home from the company meeting, and walked home together.

We decided to celebrate by going out for pizza, through which kiddo slept rather peacefully after staring at the ceiling fan for 10 minutes or so.  After pizza we were going to go for ice cream, but Henry had quite the teeny baby meltdown about his slightly wet diaper, and I was (argh!) out of diapers in the diaper bag, so we had to head home.  Once we got home, John changed the baby and then "took a nap" while I fed the kid, watched Project Runway, let the dogs out, and pumped for 20 minutes.  He's still napping; I'll be heading to bed soon as well.

I like to think this is a typical new parent wedding anniversary.  We'll have a romantic one next year. 

Feel free to peruse the wedding slide shows to see us all gussied up for the big day.

Henry simply has no tolerance for a wet diaper.  It's really quite silly.  Tonight he was squirming happy as a clam, and then all of a sudden he start shrieking.  The strip on his diaper was 1/4" blue.  John declared that he was not going to change that diaper.

Turns out John's stand worked to his advantage.  A few minutes of crying later, the strip on the diaper was much, much longer and the diaper felt much, much fuller.  John picked up Henry and face to face told him that's a diaper worth changing.  One diaper change later, happy baby is back.

So what's this strip on the diaper you ask?  It seems Coors has shared its cool-can technology with Pampers (or vice versa?) because on some of the packages of diapers we have bought have a yellow strip that turns blue when the diaper is wet.  I like the strip, though it's probably not completely necessary. 

I added some photos taken 2 weeks ago of Henry shortly after I changed him into his clothes for the day.

John continues to make fun of me because I perpetually take pictures with my iPhone instead of either one of our SLRs.  What can I say, sometimes the iPhone is handier.

Uh oh, someone is waking up from his nap.

Love, Trina