Go Phillies!

FYI: Just in case you're wondering, this photo is from October 2009. Unlike his mom, Aaron is not ageless.

From the summer - Happy Birthday Aaron!

The first in a series of summer events that I was unable to document due to my blogcation.

Baby turns one!

Tomorrow is Labor Day. . .

. . . and that means my blogcation is over! So ready your online bookmarks for the posts to return!
Until then, I'm going to enjoy this last day of summer vacation having the perfect mother-daughter day with my son. First we dressed-up and did each other's hair, then a little shopping, followed by a spa lunch of raspberries and grilled chicken with a side of cous cous. A little time in the backyard lying in the sun, and then back inside to the couch where we ate an entire cherry pie while watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon.

Baby Aaron eats his first solid food.

That's right, at dinner tonight (technically, this afternoon - we dine early) Aaron ate his first solid food. I'd been meaning to give him something he could pick-up with his own little hands for a few weeks now, but hadn't gotten around to going to the store and getting him anything suitable for baby's first meal yet.

But today - finally - I had time to go to the local health food store and get him some nice low-salt Oatios for his first meal. Followed by gluten-free, sodium-free mini bears. Mmmm.

Eat-up baby, it only gets better from here.

I forgot the baby!

I always worry this will happen, and this morning it did. I was racing around the house, trying to remember everything, reminding Molly what she needed for school on this first day back from spring vacation and asking Kelly ever so nicely if she could please put on a dress or even a tee-shirt over her ever-present bathing suit. Then it was the looking for the shoes, and the sweatshirts, and the arguing over whether they needed a coat if it was going to be 75 degrees later (their argument) or if they needed at least a light sweater because it was only 48 degrees now (my argument). Throw in a heated debate on what exactly constitutes the public schools "closed toe" policy on footwear, and we were on our way. Another lengthy discussion about whose turn it was to sit where, and we were off. Two girls secure in their car seats, one mom at the driver's wheel. I pulled into the school drop off line, said "'Bye Molly! See you after school!" And she replied with her usual, "'Bye mom! 'Bye Kelly! 'Bye Aaron!" Only this time this sentence followed: "Mom! Aaron isn't here!" I tried to stay calm as I said "Don't worry, he's just at home."
Meanwhile I drove home as lickity-split as a person can when they realize they have a six-month-old home alone, and not even necessarily secured in a play pen or stroller. And to make matters worse, because I was so distraught even though school is only half-a-mile away I kept making wrong turn after wrong turn and ended up completely lost. And right when I thought to myself, I am never going to find my house..... I woke up.