Sunday, September 20, 2009

Could You Come Back a Little Later, Mr. De Mille?

Yesterday, they finally finished work on our new back porch. It's totally awesome to walk out the back door and not feel the porch move under you each time you take a step. This morning we decided to try an impromptu photo session with Wiggle on the porch. Unfortunately, he got so excited being outside and exploring the new space, most of the photos are blurry smudges of crawling, climbing, wriggling, head turning boyo.
Here are a few that did turn out.
I think Wiggle is channeling a little of the Rum Tum Tugger here.

Here he is coming to eat the camera.

He leaned in for a snuggle at one point, but insisted on squishing my nose the whole time.

Faking me out for a kiss.

It's clear here how I feel about the shoot... and how he feels.

Telling his dad all about how he managed to evade the camera when he was with Mom.

On Saturday night C and I went out to dinner at West Town Tavern. Although we had heard great things about the place beforehand, I have to say to food was truly underwhelming. This is the curse of knowing how to cook fairly well. Either you think you can make the same thing for much, much cheaper, or you have a sense of how you want something to taste and you know how to get it there, so what arrives on your plate is hardly ever satisfying. We are thinking of sticking to ethnic food for our dates from now on because we don't cook a lot of non-American food very well. We still had a nice time being out without the boyo. I enjoyed having a glass of wine with dinner. The evening very enjoyably served its purpose - to relax and reconnect a little.

Oh and Wiggle has started saying "mama." All last week he was going around saying "ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma," but on Friday he said it intentionally as "ma-ma." He's still getting the hang of what it means. In the meantime, he's very proud of himself when he talks, as he should be, it's quite an accomplishment. Now to work on "da-da."


  1. I laughed out loud looking at these pics, especially that last one, where he's clearly telling his Dada all about it! And I LOVE that he's wearing your old Bebe shirt! How terrific to see that!

    You know I agree with you about the food experience. On the plus side, none of us will ever be impressed with wonder bread toasted on one side, spread with margarine, and sprinkled with dried herbs, and for the most part, that's a GOOD thing. :)

  2. Wonderful pictures. Yup, your mother started you on a road where you know all about what good food is supposed to be...both cheap and fancy. Spoiled for life. Lots of restaurants will be disappointments. But occasionally there will be wonderments and thrills!