Like buttah, baby.

I sure haven't blogged lately!  Perhaps I have forgotten to see the entertainment in the little day to day dealings... Or perhaps I'm just lazy.  Its the lazy thing, I'm sure.  BUT, Hippy keeps telling me to blog, so here is a post about something wonderful:  Butter!

I ran into some heavy cream at my local Smith's market for a whopping $.10/pint.  It was going out of date that day, but cream tends to last (as I've learned from my mother, who always has the world's oldest cream hidden in the back of the fridge).  I bought 8 pints and have been making all sorts of goodness with it.  For example, I've made lots of butter (most of which is in my freezer for later), buttermilk pancakes, whipped cream for use on EVERYTHING, truffles, and I will make ice cream this week.  What goes better with 2 feet of snow than ice cream?!  Everything.  But it'll still taste nice, I assure you!

The Pro's and Con's of butter:

Pro:
It's awesome.
It tastes good on everything.
It makes everything taste better.


Con:
None to date
(High Cholesterol? Heart Disease? --Hippy)

Anyway, here are some pictures.

Note in this first picture the potato soup on the stove with heavy cream in it, which makes it taste roughly 1,000,000 times better than my normal canned milk recipe.  Also, note my sexy snow boots.

 Theres nothing quite like a handful of butter... Mmmm.

Anyway, besides that, life has been good.  The holidays were lovely and I had fancy prizes coming out the tailpipe.  Namely, I got a water softener, which makes my water feel like silk.  It's so glamorous.  Fodie also enjoyed the holiday, but mostly because he likes eating wrapping paper.  New Years was also great... we don't see our friends as often as we used to, so having people over was delightful.

Speaking of Fodie, he is such a little tank these days.  He has 8 teeth now, and is able to walk along the furniture.  He went from baby to toddler within weeks.  With his new nearly-adult status, we moved him into his own bedroom last month.  It was hard, but he sleeps much better now and we don't tend to wake him up with our grown-up schedule.  We had to break some bad habits, which was hard, but Fodie is sleeping like a champ these days. He isn't a big fan of napping and he certainly doesn't sleep through the night or anything... but he is doing better, which makes me happy.  I know that many people have their babies trained to sleep through the night by the time they are 3 days old... but Fodie is so active, I don't feel bad getting up in the night to help him replenish his little calorie supply.  It'll be nice when I get a full nights sleep though... someday.  In the meantime, I try to remember that these days (and nights) are fleeting, and being able to spend quiet cuddle moments in the night are going to be times that I look back on with nothing but a loving ache because I'll miss them so much someday. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is good.  Butter is also good.  Between the two, I've got it made.

Fodie... blowing raspberries, naturally.

My baby doctor

Ugh, so we took Fodie to get shots today.  He was like this.  And I was also like this:

We were both very unhappy little giraffes.  

Anyway, it was cray.  First of all, a short and funny conversation I had:

Pediatrician:  If he gets congested, just put a couple of saline drops in his nostril.  But make sure to do only one nostril at a time.

Me:  So I don't accidentally waterboard him?

*silence*

Pediatrician: ...Yup.

Totally accurate.  High five me!  

But then, Fodie got shots.  It was rill bad.  RILL BAD.  The medical assistants who did it were both really derpy.  Last time, the gal who did it was very very fast and efficient.  These girls must have been learning or something because they were slow.  And derpy.  And when they were giving him the Hep B shot... the syringe broke.  IN HIS LEG.  So they went to pull the shot away and there was still a needle sticking out of his leg.  Poor little screaming baby.  Ugh.  So they had to give him the shot AGAIN.  At that point, he was so worn out from crying, that they just gave him the shot while I held him, while he slept.  He stirred enough to let out a little cry but stayed asleep, more or less.  Poor fella.  Getting shots is tough tough stuff.  Blah.

"Oh, please don't go-- we'll eat you up-- we love you so!"

Yesterday we visited The Pumpkin Walk in Logan, UT.  There were some mighty impressive scenes concocted out of pumpkins and various gourdes, but as you can see, the character cut-outs were our favorite attraction.  

Aren't the character paintings super impressive?!  I just loved the Where The Wild Things Are ones.  So rad.

And seriously, my baby is the cutest baby in the universe.  I mean, just look at him as Harry Potter.  ACCIO BUBBLEGUM CHEEKS!  Om nom nom nom.

What a perfectly lovely Sunday.

<3

NSFW

Caution: nudity ahead!  But OMG, its the cutest nakedness you'll ever see.  

These are a few pictures from Fodie's first shower.  I told Hippy that Fodie would become slippery, like a tiny fish, and slip out of his arms and die if he tried showering with him... but alas, I may have been slightly over reacting, like I do.  Fodie LOVED it.  I'm pretty sure Hippy/Daddy did too.  I sure love my boys.

Through the fog

Ugh.  I have such a head cold right now, I really think I might die.  Despite the fact that it felt as though I were trying to breathe through a milkshake last night, I still managed to jump out of bed, and run upstairs to cough and blow my nose in the middle of the night, lest my ginormous bark-like coughs wake my baby screaming.  Because thats what kept happening the night before last.  Holy crap, being sick is stupid.

ANYWAY, despite the plague, this week has been interesting.  We went and took some family pictures of my sister (and her husband and their bump) and they kindly took some pictures of us in return.  I think they turned out all cute'n'stuff so here are a few for your visual enjoyment:

Using my words

So I don't always post these days because I figure that the internet is already pretty darn inundated with awesome pictures of my baby due to Hippy's current crush on Tumblr.  However, I realize that people do like to look at blogs FOR THE WORDS also.  Its like reading a good book where the author is less than interesting but who you read anyway... just to see if she'll end up having a point.  Like that maybe?  Anyway, here are a couple of pictures that have already been posted on Tumblr but to which I will add my words.

I must say that I have an awesome baby.  He has an awesome temperament.  He is a champion breast feeder.  He is top of his class is BEING HUGE.  Seriously, my sweet friends Callie and Brian came over the other day with their gorgeous 9 month old and she was the same size as our 4 month old.  For those who suck at math, that is a 5 month difference.  I had to count that out on my fingers... but now that I have... I'm pretty sure that you'll agree that that is a pretty big difference as far as baby growth progress is concerned.  He isn't just a blob though- hes really strong.  I wouldn't be surprised if he is one of those babies who is running around the house at 9 months old.  

Also, I'm already starting to forge his age-related documents so that he can participate in the Olympic games at the ripe old age of 4 yrs old.  But don't tell.

 (On a different note, I love that Fodie is obsessed with Jones.)

(Thats my nostril!)

The only other thought that I have to add to the internets is that I love being a mom.  The other day, someone made the comment on my facebook page: "Motherhood has really tamed you."  I'm sure that she was just being cute or WHATEVER... but I was instantly offended.  But then I remembered that its totally true.  I started being a kinder, more gentle person when I got married to a kind, gentle man.  Then we had a baby, and I realized that being totally openly in love was just fine with me.  No need to play coy and pretend like having a baby is so totally hipster.  Maybe if I buy some baby sized nerd glasses and make Fodie wear slightly feminine scarves then we'll be way too hip for the internet??  I'm a yummy mummy and I don't give a shit if people think it makes me all lame.  Besides, if I were still posting pictures of myself partying like the great vodka well was going to run dry and generally talking all sluttily online... then I'd be pretty lame.  I'm 30 years old next year.  Learning internet responsibility is something that any adult has to figure out at some point because 1) internet pictures come back to haunt you and 2) things you post on the internet will be seen by creepers and your parents alike.  And really, these are lessons that I want to teach my kid early on.  "Now Fodie, I just retweeted your tweet about YOLO-ing so that everyone can see what a douchbag you are.  Come on son, you can do better than this..."

I'm 100% certain that if Mr. Rogers were still alive, he'd have a special episode on this very topic.  TRUTH.

Anyway, hugs and kisses.  I need to go blow some big ol' raspberries on my sons fat rolls now.

I live with a tiny supermodel

I am not so awesome at updating my blog... however, Hippy takes and posts pictures of the baby CONSTANTLY on tumblr.  If you are into looking at pictures of tiny supermodels... you should go check it out.

http://ferrills.tumblr.com/