crazy eight
There’s something undeniably cute and hilarious about baby farts. Especially when you’re holding the baby’s legs up in the air to wipe his butt and he rips one out that would make an adult proud. I laughed out loud over that one...
We’ve made it to the eight-week mark. Today was another fun-filled day of napping and eating and then Aunt Kelly and Uncle Eric came over for dinner and games. I grilled up some of the mackerel that Dave gave us and Erin made an awesome mushroom risotto. After dinner we played Taboo and had a blast. I even played a round guessing words with Kai crying in my arms, and got a bunch right. Kelly and Eric were amazed that I could even hear the clues with Kai screaming. I’m getting good at this.
Kai is getting so big. I think he’s going through a growth spurt right now, all he’s doing is sleeping and eating. He’s definitely becoming smarter every day. He can now follow me with his eyes from about 6 feet away and knows exactly when Erin is leaving the house, which is precisely the moment he begins to fuss. His timing is uncanny.
Playing Taboo tonight really gave me quite a bit of insight into relationships. As we rotated teammates, it became clear that our various histories and time together were a huge factor. Erin and I together were a great team, able to give each other great clues most of the time. Erin and Kelly were even better partners, with their time spent together in the past helping them communicate. And Eric and I, who have had the least amount of time together, were at a serious disadvantage to the sisters on the same team. When Erin and I can finish each other’s sentences, we’re going to be really good at Taboo, and probably life as well.
I’m supposed to get the results from the aforementioned wine competition today. It only took a week for the Atlanta stores to turn in their tests, which I think completely ruins the validity of the test. Who knows what they’ve been doing with their tests for the past week? For final exams, everyone takes the test together and gets graded together. If you’re late, you miss out. It sounds harsh, but that’s life — half of it is showing up.
We’ve made it to the eight-week mark. Today was another fun-filled day of napping and eating and then Aunt Kelly and Uncle Eric came over for dinner and games. I grilled up some of the mackerel that Dave gave us and Erin made an awesome mushroom risotto. After dinner we played Taboo and had a blast. I even played a round guessing words with Kai crying in my arms, and got a bunch right. Kelly and Eric were amazed that I could even hear the clues with Kai screaming. I’m getting good at this.
Kai is getting so big. I think he’s going through a growth spurt right now, all he’s doing is sleeping and eating. He’s definitely becoming smarter every day. He can now follow me with his eyes from about 6 feet away and knows exactly when Erin is leaving the house, which is precisely the moment he begins to fuss. His timing is uncanny.
Playing Taboo tonight really gave me quite a bit of insight into relationships. As we rotated teammates, it became clear that our various histories and time together were a huge factor. Erin and I together were a great team, able to give each other great clues most of the time. Erin and Kelly were even better partners, with their time spent together in the past helping them communicate. And Eric and I, who have had the least amount of time together, were at a serious disadvantage to the sisters on the same team. When Erin and I can finish each other’s sentences, we’re going to be really good at Taboo, and probably life as well.
I’m supposed to get the results from the aforementioned wine competition today. It only took a week for the Atlanta stores to turn in their tests, which I think completely ruins the validity of the test. Who knows what they’ve been doing with their tests for the past week? For final exams, everyone takes the test together and gets graded together. If you’re late, you miss out. It sounds harsh, but that’s life — half of it is showing up.
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