Last Sunday, MJ and the LJ clan spent the day here helping us with the move. They were SUPER helpful and made the day really fun. While I am generally opposed to putting pictures on the blog that could out my identity (not that I’m some big wig or anything; I just want to keep my job), I had to share a few blog-safe photos that ALJ sent me. There are more and some are SO CUTE. But I’m in some of them, and I have a strict rule about that.
Anyway, let’s begin…
You know how you hear stories about how you buy a kid a present and they are more interested in playing with the box then with the toy? Well, it’s true. Concerned that BLJ might get bored at my less-than-kid-friendly home, I got him a coloring book and some crayons. Turns out, there was no need to worry about BLJ getting bored when there are all those boxes around.
(Imagine the tune of POP!, goes the weasel playing but the POP! and the popping out of the box are totally out of sync. This is what went on for about 20 mintues.)
… and packing material.
I mean, look at that kid! He’s ripping apart packing material and getting styrofoam all over the place and looking up at us saying, “Look, I’m making ice!” and all I can think is, G-d, he is adorable. Seriously, adorable. HC, who thinks that BLJ has it in for him, didn’t find it nearly as cute. HC believes that BLJ is trying to get rid of him. I think HC is overreacting. Tho, if we were on an island and I had to choose who was going to be kicked off… Let’s just say that I understand why HC is concerned.
Anyway, so I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this, but this house marks the first time that I’ve lived in a place where you have to go up and down a flight of stairs to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. See, I grew up in a house that was really more like an apartment. We were on one floor, and my aunt (my mom’s sister) and her family were on another.
(Yes, a lot of togetherness there. Because of this set up, the first time I had dinner with just my parents and my brother was after my brother and I graduated from college. Long story, and for another time.)
All this is to say that I have no life experience that would help me figure this all out. I have no systems that work for a house like this one. I go up and down these stairs like 80 times a day. Can’t find my phone? Probably on another floor. Need my flip flops? Yup, on another floor. Feeling chilly and need a zip-up? I think you see where this is going.
AND, that staircase is STEEP. AND LONG. (That’s what she said… Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Just be happy that I spared you all the “in the box” goofyness.) Just look at BLJ walking down these stairs.
Seriously, I was worried that he would fall. He wanted to bring his box up to the second floor. Imagine this pint-sized guy carrying his box (yes, I giggled here) up a flight of stairs. Crazy, right? I decided that walking behind him was the only solution. In case he fell. Which was possible. I have a picture of that, but, you know, too much of me is showing. So it’s not blog-safe.
This one, on the other hand…
ALJ is always trying to get BLJ to nap. This is a fool’s errand, because BLJ doesn’t like to nap. At school, during nap time, BLJ sings. Quietly, but he sings. And it’s probably not Baby Beluga. It’s probably Single Ladies or Halo by Beyonce.
But I’m getting off track.
At the suggestion of a nap, BLJ responded, “Sure,” and proceeded to get into my bed. He then informed MJ that he wanted to cuddle with me. Didn’t think he could get any cuter, did you? And then, BOO-YAH!
So BLJ and I tried to cuddle. It didn’t really work because he wasn’t sleepy and really just wanted to play. So we did. ALJ took like 40 pictures of this little “cuddling” episode. Those pictures will NOT be on this blog.
What was JLJ doing while all of this roughhousing was going on? Well, the sweetest baby in the world was just hanging out with my parents in the living room, smiling and being all sweet and adorable. I mean, just look at this kid.
Has there ever been a face so sweet? No. No, there hasn’t.
If you can resist these two, you are stronger than I. And you’re a liar. Because there’s no resisting them. You can try, but it’s futile.