Elvis Costello and Elmo...

A Monster Went and Ate My Red 2

My brother and sister-in-law introduced me to this awesome video.  I seriously think it is one of the best videos ever...so adorably cute.  I will admit that I am not a huge fan of Elvis Costello...not that I don't like him...I just haven't listened to whole lot of his music.  Granted I think it is more my loss than anything.  But I love how Elmo is dressed like Elvis.  Plus this song is extremely catchy and I find myself singing it randomly in the grocery store or whenever I am out with Ryan.  I am hoping to find more songs like this for me to sing to Ryan.   

I was with Diane in Kohl's yesterday and she got Andy some little red shoes...so she sang this song for him only replaced "2" with "shoes"...a monster went and ate my red shoes!!!  I found this to be a great moment and told her she had to sing this to Andy every time he wore his red shoes.  We shall see if she does.

I realize this doesn't have a whole lot to do with Ryan other than it involves Sesame Street and some awesome music...which I am hoping to expose him to more awesome music.  If anyone knows of other great videos like this one please share!!! 

Zombie Baby Attack

Zombie Baby Attack!!!

So here he is...this sweet faced, cute, little adorable baby boy.  He crawls around all innocent.  He finally looks up and sees you.  He grins really big and starts making happy squealy sounds as he crawls right for you.  You think to yourself, "Awwww, he is coming over to give me a hug, what a sweetie" and you pick him and up and wrap your arms around this precious little guy and all of a sudden he makes a zombie like noise, opens up his mouth and is going for your eye or your shoulder.  Then he takes his little hand and tries to rip your nose or cheek off, then giggles when you scream in terror.  Yep.  This is what Ryan has become.  My cute little zombie baby boy.   

Cookie Monster

These pictures were too cute not to add to the blog.  They were taken after Ryan got a bath and is all wrapped up in his cookie monster towel.  He's a big fan of baths now...he likes to splash. 

Luckily there have been no more "floods". 





Ol' Cheese Foot...

Okay, I am finally adding this story.  I hope Heidi, Andrea, and Allison enjoy this.  This is not the first time that Ol' Cheese Foot has made an appearance.  It is just the first time it could be documented.  Here goes.

I met up with Allison, Heidi, and Andrea at La Hacienda, our old stomping ground back when I worked at High Point University.  This was the first time they were getting to meet Ryan.  After dinner we were passing Ryan back and forth so they could all hold him.  At one point we passed him over the table and his foot came dangerously close to the cheese dip.  I jokingly said "wow, what if he had his foot dipped in cheese?"  They all laughed.  So I thought maybe it would be a good idea.  So Allison called my bluff and held up the cheese dip bowl.  I called her bluff by actually dipping his toe in cheese foot.  It was hilarious!!!  Ryan was asleep and didn't know what was going on.  The cheese dip was cold too...so it didn't burn him or anything.  What kind of mother do you think I am?  Oh yeah, the kind that would dip her kid's foot in cheese.  Anyway, we quickly cleaned off his toe and had a good laugh and I hope Ryan doesn't hate me for this one day. 

Side note: La Hacienda is also where we saw another kid who kept looking over at Ryan and finally his mom brought him over and they were chatting.  We asked the boy how old he was and he said 1.  I must have looked horrified because this kid was like 4 feet tall and running around and talking and everything.  There was no way Ryan was going to grow this much in the next 8 or 9 months.  His mom then quietly whispered he is almost 2.  A little better but GEEZ.  He was quadruple the size of Ryan.  

Anyway, on to the story regarding this actual picture.  I met up with Heidi and Andrea for dinner at Moe's.  Love Moe's.  This is where we usually meet these days.  We were chatting about all the stuff going on with everyone and the Cheese Foot incident was mentioned.  So I thought maybe we should make it a tradition!  I once again got cheese dip on Ryan's foot.  Only this time he was awake.  But he didn't care.  And we got a picture.  YAY. 

I know...it's ridiculous.  Ridiculous but harmless. 

And now I refer to myself as "Mom of Cheese Foot".

Perhaps Heidi could have written this story better.  Sometimes I am not as creative these days...I blame lack of sleep.  That or I am trying to quickly get it done before Cheese Foot wakes up.  Hahaha.

Here is a better picture where you can actually see the cheese on the foot:



Dangerous Music...

Who knew the simple and sweet act of playing music for his sweet baby boy would turn into a traumatic experience???  Ben got home from work early (and by early I mean 4:55 pm during busy season!) and decided to play with Ryan.  He scooped him up and put him on the bed, grabbed his guitar, and started playing.  I was in the other room and I hear them being silly and then all of a sudden I hear Ben say "Oh no, oh no, you're not supposed to do that, oh no, don't get blood everywhere, don't tell mom!"  That's when I rushed in there to find that Ben had scooped him up and was putting water on Ryan's foot.  It turns out Ryan had kicked the guitar while Ben was playing and the guitar string poked him.  He wasn't bleeding much...but still...traumatic experience for the poor boy.  Now he is going to associate the guitar with pain! 

Mom put a small, square bandaid on Ryan's foot.  It may actually be more painful taking that off than getting his foot poked in the first place.  Oh well. 

Spider Attack...

The other morning I had put Ryan down for a nap.  Finally some peace and quiet.  I was watching the wedding happen on Live with Kelly when I felt something tickle me under my chin.  I went to swipe the loose strand of hair away and I noticed a black spider fall to the floor.  I froze in horror and then SCREAMED at the top of my lungs.  Ewwww....a spider was on me...a creepy little creature was on me....Ewwww....then I heard another scream.  I had woken up Ryan.  Poor little boy.  He woke up to his mommy screaming.  No fun.  I think he thought I was being tortured or something...not that he knows what torture is.  Torture to him is not getting a bottle every 3 hours...or having his foot dipped in cheese..that post will come later.  Back to the creepy spider.  So I called my dad....no answer.  I called my mom.  Poor mom.  She answered the phone all happy and had to listen to her daughter have a complete breakdown on the phone as well as hear her grandson scream in the background.  I was shaking and my breathing was unsteady as I stared at this spider on the floor.  I am so terrified I have trouble even killing them.  My mom had to walk me through this process.  She told me to find a shoe.  I found a phone book instead.  I told her I was going to sit the phone down while I killed it.  So I sat the phone down.  Then I proceeded with a battle cry of DIE as I  threw the phone book on top of it and took Ben's shoe and beat the phone book like ten times at least.  All while shouting die, die.  I can only imagine the look on my mom's face as she tried to hold back laughter at hearing all of this.  After that, I left the phone book in the middle of the floor with both shoes on top.  Then I picked up the phone and told her it was over. 
I think I was shaking for the next few hours.  Horrific experience.
Then I picked up The Rippler and tried to comfort him the rest of the day.  Poor boy....he was very clingy to me the remainder of the day.  He really held on to me when I picked him up.  I must remember in the future to try not to traumatize him like that ever again. 
But ewww...I was attacked by a spider....ew ew ew!!!

Don't touch the hair...

I have gotten into the habit of rubbing Ryan's head trying to mess up his hair.  Just a cute little gesture I do to say hello kiddo.  The other day we walked Ben to the door so he could leave for work.  He kissed me bye and without even thinking I reached up and rubbed Ben's head to say "bye kiddo".  I blame it on being sleep deprived.  But the look on Ben's face was priceless!!!  He said "Why would you do that?"  He had taken the time (about 1 minute) to actually fix his hair that morning (and by fix I mean he made sure it wasn't sticking straight up or anything like that).  It was hilarious...I didn't have an explanation for him as to why I did such a thing.  I just stood there and laughed.  He called me a doofus...but I know that I am.  Hahaha.