Needless to say, in comparison I always look like crap. Utter crap. Even on the days when I try to get dressed up, when I blow dry my hair and put on make up, I still look like I just can’t get it together. I do my best to look cute, to look like I care about what I look like. (You know, I secretly desire to be a MILF. Shhh. Don’t tell!) When you can’t fit into 3/4 of your clothes, though, you have problem numero uno. When you find something to put on, but you have to compete with a baby wearing an adorable hat and shorts that match, you have problem numero dos. And numero dos is a big problem.

But how can I compete?

How can you not love a teeny tiny polo? Or teeny tiny Converses? Seriously, this kid has it made in the style department. Here I am, not quite a slob but definitely not looking my best, next to him, wearing his Rugby Polo:

Although, to be honest, he isn’t always well dressed. Take yesterday morning for example:

No pants and only one sock and he still beat me on the cuteness factor. Not much can compete with a baby, I’ve learned.

Not only was it very pretty, if I do say so myself, but it was delicious, too! I actually made two of them. One full sized one, pictured, and two small ones. They were a perfect way to celebrate!

In true American celebratory spirit, I also drank a bit too much. Yesterday morning my brain was not happy with my behavior the night before and decided to take it out on my temples and eyeballs. Becoming a Mother seems to have aged me very quickly.

In other news, Alex may be the next Schwarzenegger:

…or maybe not. I don’t think Arnold ever ate his weights.

Showing off all of his teeth. There are now 8, four on the bottom and four on the top. My guess is that the molars aren’t far off, because he’s putting everything in the back of his mouth and chomping these days. And the drool. Oh the drool!

Alex already loves Catch Phrase. He’s going to fit into the family so well as he gets older! Once he’s old enough, he, too, can turn it into a fun game to play while you are having some drinks.

Always a curious child. (There was nothing under there, in case you were wondering.)

Every time I see this picture, I just imagine what’s going through his head: “I have the giraffe! If you don’t give me 2 bananas in the next five minutes he’ll be gone!”

Right after I took this picture, I found something in his mouth. I have no idea what it was, or where he got it. He was not amused when I dug my fingers in his mouth to retrieve it.

“Babies are such a nice way to start people.”

9 hours that Alex spent sleeping on the drive from Pittsburgh to Boston overnight

1 amazing lunch in Harvard Square with the wonderful Sarah and her boyfriend, Andy

1 night out on the town with Sarah and a few friends

200 ounces of beer shared between five people in a beer “tower”

3 tiny little finger nails that drew blood on the side of my nose (thanks, Alex)

2 people that ended up whimpering because of that scratch

9 hours in the sun in New Hampshire at a family gathering

200 hugs and kisses for all of the family members

5 short naps for Alex throughout the day

30 sips from a straw in a juice box at Legal Sea Food by Alex

6 pictures taken of the first juice box adventure

13 hours spent coming back to Pittsburgh from Boston

7000 tears shed by Alex on the drive back from Boston

3 million calories eaten on the drive to Boston and back (thank you Wendy’s and McDonald’s!)

1 new (to us!) Honda Pilot

]]> http://allisonsays.com/2008/06/23/vacation-by-the-numbers-and-pictures/feed/ 6 allisonbarton Posing with Sarah in front of a beer truck "Walking" with Andy Alex being cute in his outfit http://allisonsays.com/2008/06/17/who-should-i-be-more-proud-of/ http://allisonsays.com/2008/06/17/who-should-i-be-more-proud-of/#comments Tue, 17 Jun 2008 19:36:11 +0000 allisonbarton http://allisonbarton.wordpress.com/?p=123 ]]> First, we have exhibit A:

Exhibit A managed to get into my bathroom. This is no easy task. First, he managed to get inside the building, which involves two heavy doors or a revolving door and an even heavier door. Second, he either made it past another door, many flights of stairs and yet another door, or he got on the elevator, rode it up many levels and got off on our floor. Third, he would have had to get into our apartment. Fourth, he got to the back of our apartment and sat down on my toilet.

Next, we have exhibit B:

A nine-month old baby boy. Exhibit B does not like to sleep. Exhibit B has been known to grind his teeth, bite his thumb, scream in falling octaves, and has even resorted to giving wide-mouth kisses in order to not fall asleep. But look!:

Exhibit B fell asleep on his own without a single protest. He put his head down, moaned, and was asleep in less than five minutes. No crying, no fussing, no babbling, no screaming. Just sleeping.

I really don’t know who to be more proud of today.

Whenever I “hid” (behind the camera!) he would peek around to find me. This new game is way too much fun, but also a little disastrous. Instead of waiting patiently for me to “pop” out, he grabs at whatever I’m hiding behind. When I’m hiding behind a camera it’s a little frustrating. When I’m hiding behind a pillow it’s hilarious. When I’m hiding behind my own hands it’s a little painful. Scratches? Yes. Smacks? Yes.

He’s lucky I find him so adorable.

Alex looks so cute with his new little boy hair cut. I’m glad I made the momentous decision to have it cut.