Y'all gon' make me lose my mind . . .

 (Note: Please know that I got Hendrix out of carseat and then realized I never took a ceremonious picture , so I plopped him back in quickly for a picture. So yes, I know he shouldn't be crammed in a carseat with a thick coat and the belts should be untwisted. ;-))

Hendrix turned 9 months yesterday. I keep trying to get some video of him walking with the cars and so forth but like his sister and brother, electronics send him into a weird kind of craziness and I end up having to stop trying.

He moved into a bigger carseat, which just seems weird. He's climbing out of the highchair. He's not safe. No fear. I need to buy him helmet and body pads.

As you can see, he's busy. I guess Hendrix proves that Adam and I are unable to produce calm children. ;-)

I was posting this and I got a small snippet of video!

Heart Warming

This was the last day of warmth, before we got the temps we deserve and should have by now. We soaked up as much warmth and sunshine as we could. We needed those moments to keep our heart warm throughout the winter.

 I just wanted a couple pics . . .

Fall is Back

"Vanessa Wee"

He still does it sometimes. Zane will sometimes say "Vanessa Weee" when astonished by her. I realized a while back that it was his version of "Vanessa Marie". If he takes his time and thinks about it, he says her name fully, but often he still slips it out quickly and it sounds like "Vanessa Weee"

Napping Chair

Yesterday was a great napping day for Hendrix. I hammered out 3 hours of work early in the day, so that meant my brain was completely present for Vanessa and Zane in the evening and it meant I could crash out whenever I wanted.

The day before was not as ideal, although the picture below might lead one to believe it was. The scene below lasted long enough for me to eat my lunch and begin a new lesson when Hendrix woke back up and insisted I cuddle him. I won't complain because flexibility is key to contentment.

I'm very blessed to be able to do some work from home that meets the parameters I have set. I get to eat leftovers, prop my feet up and have the TV on in the background. I don't have to shower and I can wear yoga pants all day and every day.

Sadly my son believes this chair his bed. In the evening he crawls to it when he's ready to sleep. I take him upstairs and try to put him in bed but he wakes up and appears more alert than ever when I try to leave him there. Some babies are attached to a binky. Some are attached to a blankie. Hendrix is attached to this chair. (Except between 12:30-1AM, when he wakes up and doesn't settle until we move upstairs.)