Sunday, the day of rest

Not for those weary eyed parents in the ghetto.

We got up at 6:45 am thanks to a certain loud mouth baby. This was the picture of sereneness last night. Notice how he loves to but his head up against the rails of the crib? I feel like its his way of having company, in the crib.


Crazy made brioche french toast this morning and maple pork sausage links. Oliver ate lots of sausage, unfortunately he started to spit up because of his lack of appetite.

This is him this morning after we ate breakfast and were getting ready to change him. Notice him posing there. Such a little stud muffin.





We went to a dog park nearby and took an hour long walk with Kylee. Oliver was very excited to see all the dogs around. We saw two fat corgis and the owner looked at us and said, "that's one of those small ones", like they bred Kylee to be small.

I made Oliver some broccoli and beef with brown rice. He ate a bit before he again started to spit it out. I hope the diarrhea goes away by tomorrow and he feels better.