It’s coldie! (in the words of Zaley)

Dang yo, it’s actually cold!  And I’m feeling it because I’m not pregnant – woo!  I love a day where I can put on my flannel pants and sweat shirt, and dress my kiddo in footie pajamas.  A kid who has learned to turn on his side and squirm all over, so blankets don’t keep him warm because he’ll end up 180 degrees from where you put him down, sucking on one corner of the blanket, and kicking the crib with fury because it makes a loud noise.  Yeah, that’s what I found 20 minutes after he was supposed to be down for a nap.  So now we’re taking pictures.

I did NOT get called in again last night, let the angels sing.  I didn’t mind working late, with overtime and holiday AND callback pay stacked, I think earned September’s mortgage payment in one day! But enough was enough and I’m grateful for a relatively full night’s sleep. 

Enough work talk.  More pictures!  Saturday we went to the Botanic Gardens and then lunch at Steve’s Snappin’ Dogs.  Both were a pleasure.

Find more pictures from the gardens on Ben’s flickr site here. 

We went to Cafe Rio for dinner and Sweet Action for dessert (Earl Grey for Ben, Raspberry Chip for me and Brian.)  Brian jokingly offered Jack some ice cream and got a delightful response.  Poor kid is so teased!  [Let the record show that I’m firmly against giving Jack anything but breastmilk at this point.  Please don’t feed my baby other things.]

Sunday I put Jack in the sweater vest I knit before he was born.   Good thing I tried – I almost missed the window of fit time!

More pictures here. 

These smiles didn’t last.  During church he dissolved into a puddle of crankiness that kept me out of the whole meeting and made me bolt for the car as soon as the closing prayer amen-ed.  I think he was reacting to being dragged all over Denver the day before.  Oh well, it was worth it.  Sunday his Grandparents Mason came for a short visit, along with Ben’s aunt Jean.  They marveled at how fast he’s growing.  I couldn’t agree more.