Pictures of Trip so Awesome They Deserve Their Own Post

Do you really need me to tell you anything else about these photos?  I love them.  But because Trip is still sleeping (poor little guy finally got that fever they were promising he would come down with 5-12 days after his injections....in the very last hours of day #12) I will tell you more about them!  

First up - playing peek-a-boo with Daddy through the openings in our play pen.  Which is not so much an enclosed area that Trip can play in safely anymore, as much as random 2ft tall colorful plastic "walls" that sit in the middle of our rumpass room amidst a sea of clean laundry that needs to be put away.  But....you know.....there is still lots of fun to be had.  Obviously.  As an added bonus, the walls act as an awesome screen to stop visitors from seeing the piles of laundry right away.  Score one for the mom.

Boo!

Boo Boo Boo!

Second up - evidence that makes us question whether this kid is actually Toff's.  We've been practicing wearing shoes lately.  In case you don't know much about my husband....he doesn't wear shoes.  He would happily not wear shoes to any and all activities imaginable.  Barefoot soccer?  Yup.  Barefoot walking on hot gravel paths?  No problem (say it with me now, "ouchiiiieees!!!").  On several occasions I have had to ask him if he has brought shoes with him at all, because that nice restaurant we're going to might prefer him to wear something on his feet.  I'm pretty sure the main reason he wanted to get married on the beach was because then it would be socially acceptable not to wear shoes.  And he's pretty lucky that we live in a country where it is okay to go into a grocery store barefoot.  Seriously, I was once kicked out of Bodo's Bagels in Charlottesville, Virginia within 7 seconds of entering the door for not wearing shoes.  In Australia, no one even blinks if you walk up to order a sandwich without shoes.  I find it funny, and such an awesome indicator of the kind of relaxed culture we live in.  (Please don't try this trick if you go to, let's say, the Sydney Opera House....I cannot guarantee that their view on footwear will be as lax as it is my little country town.)

But back to how this relates to Trip.  So Toff goes in to change him, and sitting on the spare bed that has become solely used as a change table and to wrestle with the baby on, is his little pair of sneakers.  As the story goes, on several occasions all that Trip wants to do is put his sneakers on.  So Toff puts them on his little feet, just to see what he'll do next.  Which is, invariably, grab Toff's hand and head out the door of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the front door.  Where he will wait for you to open it (probably banging on the screen door or whining some...so far he can say "boo" and clap and blow kisses, but as far as asking for what he wants goes, we're still working on it) and then he will proceed to walk around the front lawn.  See below.

Freeeedoooom!

"Hey Dad, why are we stopping here? I want to go further."
"Not yet son, look back at your mother, she wants to take a photo."

"Again?  She just took a thousand pictures of me eating dinner."
"Always, son.  Your mother will ALWAYS want to take another picture of you.  It is just something both of us have to learn to live with."

And they do a few laps of the yard.  And wait to talk to the boys who walk past on their way home for dinner, and then they come inside and Trip tells me all about it.  Which includes him smiling grinning at me, laughing his funny little dolphin-cackle laugh, and streaming off a whole string of gibberish words that I imagine must be a really precise description of all the birds he saw and how the air felt and how he wanted the boys to cross the street to come play with him. And could Dad run inside to get his ball so the boys and him could play, but they must have been in a hurry because they didn't stop at all and, come to think of it, didn't even look his way.  

Only then will he let us take off his shoes, put him in the bath, and tuck him in to bed.  

Oh sigh, little guy.  

I remember being pregnant with you, and lying upside down on the couch in the rumpass room being so incredibly bored out of my mind.  And just thinking, "I cannot wait to have you, little baby, I am SO bored!"

And I was so right.  Having a baby means that you will never be bored again.  

Love.

xox

Cara