I keep meaning to update, and in the midst of it all I also keep writing posts about myself and not having the courage to post them – AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FO’ DAT!
Some things that I don’t want to forget:
- Bruce has been shuffling across the floor, but he’s really gaining momentum this week especially. I think I can can count a little maneuver he did last night as legit crawling.
- Just after we got back from Virginia for Sunny’s graduation, Bruce would open his mouth on my cheek and say, “muh.” They were sweet but short-lived kisses. I’m not losing hope, though. The dancing thing started out the same way. He did it once, then forgot. But now he does it all the time. Particularly when Momma wants a kiss.
- On April 20, about a week before Gran & Grandpa’s wedding, Gran found two little bottom front teeth. I’m an idiot – didn’t know that was, like, a thing. Apparently, your first tooth, or two together in Luong Jye’s (sp?) case, is a big deal. No sign of the upper level dudes.
- We went to Walt Disney World after the wedding. It rained, and it rained, and it rained. But we wrapped our precious infant in a plastic bag and carried on through the cold, damp night. And the parent of the year award goes to….
Seriously, how stinkin’ cute is he?!
We started with one adult poncho to cover the stroller. Then, I decided that I was tired of being damp. Then finally Tom got one when the rain just wouldn’t let up. And eventually, we were like, “well, Bruce likes fireworks… we should take him out of the stroller for that… and keep him dry… and also keep the stroller dry…”
So, this family of 3 has 4 ponchos.
Show ’em how it’s done!
We did all the normal stuff. Just wetter. And wrapped in plastic. Oh, and we crashed Gran & Grandpa’s honeymoon.
But look how happy Gran was to see Bruce!
Playing with Gran & Grandpa’s cake toppers.
Grandpa didn’t even mind it all that much.
It was nice. It was just a nice dynamic popping in to visit, and then going back to our ratty off-property “resort.” Gran and Grandpa were so happy to see us. We kind of felt like guests. “You guys want some soda?” “No, thank you. We don’t want to drink all your Dr. Pepper.” “No big deal, help yourself.” I washed my glass when I was done instead of just dropping it in the sink because, you know, I was a guest in their “home.” We went to dinner Tuesday night, then left them alone until Sunday when they disembarked the Disney Dream. (At least, I think it was the Dream this time.)
I told Bruce that he’s so fortunate to be on his third trip to Walt Disney World when so many other little boys haven’t been once. Lucky boy! He didn’t seem to care either way.
He was happy though. I’m constantly surprised at how happy he is all the time. I like it. As soon as I got knocked up, I said we were replacing Mr. Nasty with Lil’ Happy. (Thought it was going to be Miss Happy, but anyway…) I don’t know where the name came from, why I thought Happy and not Healthy, Adorable, Cutie, Sweetie… but he is SO happy.
This last trip, I decided that Bruce’s first birthday party is going to be New Fantasyland, Storybook Circus. We had an “it’s a small world” shower, Storybook Circus first… we’ll just work out way through the parks until he’s 21 and we drink around Epcot.
We got to visit Lindsay at her house, too. It was our first time there. (Although I’ve become very familiar with the living room since skype-guarding it.) I didn’t want to make Lindsay about-face as soon as she got home and take us to Shutters, so we went to Jack somebody’s something Shack at Royal Palm Pointe, right on the water. It was nice, I couldn’t stop geeking out over eating on the water, but the food was meh. We all would’ve preferred Shutters, but at least now we know. I assumed Riverside would’ve been crowded, but we didn’t even check. Should have checked. Well, I mean, I guess we didn’t know any better.
Sarah let Tom, Bruce and me sleep in her bed. That was awesome. Awesome!
I almost forgot! Bruce started riding around in his stroller like a big boy at Walt Disney World. I don’t know what I will do not looking at his wittle face anymore. Tom still likes to keep him in the seat, and it is taxing buckling and unbuckling him all the time, but I think his car-seat-stroller days are numbered. Now that he’s getting used to the sitting thing, he’s also more inclined to let us push him in the red stroller, which is nice because it’s like a fancy umbrella stroller, so it’s lightweight and folds up much smaller than the travel system.
I think he enjoys the view.
I’d like to know what this little boy has done with my little baby.
That La Kid 
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