I've been trying to get out of the house with Henry in the early morning hours. If he's going to be up so damn early, we might as well get shit done. Yesterday we went grocery shopping. Today we went to a sidewalk sale at a kickass shoe store. The sale started at 6 a.m. and we were there by 7:15 a.m. and it. was. crowded. Henry loved every minute of it. There is a second floor balcony so we went and stood and watched everyone moving around and he just jumped and squealed with excitement. We also stood and watched the tropical fish tank for quite a long time. I could see his reflection in the glass and he looked really drunk. So funny. He was clearly the star of the sale, better than any 75% off of anything deal.

Here's a hint, if you go to a crazy busy sale with a baby strapped to your chest in a Baby Bjorn, you will get all the help you need from multiple sales associates. This store is known for above and beyond customer service but I kind of expected it to be difficult to get help when there are one million customers and not one million employees. Nope, instead I was almost getting annoyed with the offers to help every 5 seconds. I have a feeling they didn't really want to help, they just wanted the opportunity to say hi to the most adorable baby in the world.

And now here's a photo of something completely unrelated to sidewalk sales. Henry got to play in the sand for what I think is the first time (I have no idea what he does when he is with his dad so for all I know this was not a new experience at all)!

other times.

On my long list of chores is to make a bottle for tomorrow morning. My parents recently returned from a vacation with a shit-ton of food that all got stuffed in the fridge. They then turned around and left for vacation part ii about 20 hours after they returned from part i, leaving me with a shit-ton of food that I won't/don't eat and will probably end up throwing out after a couple days anyway. I went to put his bottle in the fridge and could not find one place to put it. Not one. What to do? Henry does not like to have to wait for his breakfast so I always have a bottle ready for him. Because I am a problem solver, I quickly realized that if I just drank a couple beers, there would be plenty of room for a bottle.

Whew!

That was a close one.

sometimes.

After a long day of just the kid and I hanging out without any outings planned, I am tired of trying to figure out how to keep him amused. We already played with every toy in the house. We tried to go for a walk but the sun was too bright and he doesn't like having to squint the whole time. We went to the store and he got to ride around in the seat in the shopping cart (he's so proud that he doesn't have to sit in his car seat in the shopping cart anymore. Such a big boy!). It feels like so much work. When he finally tells me he's ready for bed, I kiss him goodnight and lay him down to fall asleep, he rolls over and cuddles his blanket and I run away to do my chores, happy to not have an extra 18+ pounds attached to my hip. Then about 5 minutes later I miss him terribly and would do just about anything to see this face again.