Pobresito Ojito

After an early morning where I was quite frustrated with Aeli for insisting that 4-6am was a very good time to get up and play, we finally got him back to sleep, and then he woke up with a shiner.

A mosquito bit him right next to the eye.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be bothered.

Flower Songs and Hamper Games

This song might be about Aeli...


This is definitely about Aeli:

Lovin' Life

Remember when Aeli looked like this?
Me neither.
They just get BIG right before your eyes. Sometimes I come back from a couple of hours away (acrobatic yoga/Thai massage class yesterday!) and I swear he's grown in my absence.

I'm feeling crummy today, but we've been having a great time lately.

Aeli loves this giant monkey. I usually make it speak to him in Spanish or French and he gives Aeli besos. So when A plays with him on his own, sometimes it looks like they're makin' out.

Clockwise from top left: Ales and the mirror, Emmett and Aeli, Aeli insisting he does.not.like avocado, Emmett, Kristy, and Aeli, Ales proud of himself for spitting up, A and Dad doing bobsled practice in the mirror, When he scooted himself under the futon, Lookin Dorkilicious in his cutoff shorts and collared shirt, Amazed by E.

Most important notes from the past week
1. New friends! (See above.)
2. A is scooting like crazy.
3. A has now done 4 nights in his crib! We all wake up less often, albeit earlier in the morning, and Stefin and I can actually cuddle again! (Gross, I know.)
4. The mirror is SUCH a great toy. (See below.)

Snoots the Ham

We have probably about 25 nicknames for Aeli that we regularly use.

When he's army-crawl + downward-dog-ing across the floor: Scoots.

When he's whining because he just threw something on the floor and he wants it back; Or he rolls over on the changing table and pees while he's belly-down, then cries like I'm the meanest mom ever when I roll him back over-- in those moments, he's Snoots.

He's been Snoots a lot the past 48 hours.

It starts with him tumbling around at 4 in the morning, because now that he can almost-crawl, he doesn't just roll, he gets up on his hands and knees, eyes still closed, and then, since he just can't seem to get comfy enough to fall back asleep while milling about on all fours, he rolls around, crawls into the wall, or kicks or butts Stefin or me in the face.

The true transition to the crib is upon us.

Another charming thing he's been doing sometimes lately is spitting up a little bit- and then just swallowing it. Like, "It's cool mom, I've got it under control."

Here's a glimpse of some stuff we've been doing:

I Spy: The RoadtoCollege mural I've been working on at KIPP, delicious food from our garden and farmer's market, this cute kid we stumbled upon...

Hey Lemme Help!

Thanks, Ales. (When I look at that it somehow looks like "Ah-less." It sounds like ale. Like beer. I tried spelling it like his name minus the i plus an s, and then it looked even weirder: Aels? Here we go again.)


Also, have you heard about this new Netflix for baby clothes? Awesome.