It's been over two weeks since our last post, so I'll go ahead and fill you in on the joys and tribulations of parenthood in our blog's absence. Joseph is 11 months old. Just typing that makes my heart break in half. Surely not a baby anymore and I so miss my snuggly little hippie baby. We've gone from a time of being in awe of this precious little baby to being in awe of our smart, active, funny, sweet little boy. Everyday is something new and fun. We are having the time of our lives watching him do new things. The past month have really brought new "tricks." Some of which are compeletely hilarious. Oh, and guess what. He walks! Last week, on September 9, Joseph took his first steps in our living room. Since then he's been taking 4 to 5 steps at a time. He does patty cake, which is beyond cute and has a hard time "rolling it up". He blows kisses and goes "MWAH" offensively loud. My favorite is "Pee-Pie" where he covers and uncovers his eyes. (At that point you're supposed to say "PEE-PIE" really loud BTW). My other favorite is when he pulls a blanket over his head and waits for you to say "Where's Joseph" and then pulls it off. Now for the tribulation part. Joseph has had the stomach flu that caused projectile vomiting everyday since last Thursday. Thursday night we were at the Cary mall because I had to buy a new suit. He threw up all in his stroller, then later all over Drew. Here's the weird thing. I am so completely adverse to throw up. I mean I really can't take it. The mere sight/smell of it sends me into a near panic attack. But here we are in the Cary mall covered in vomit and I was so not phased. Joseph threw up all over me/him/Drew/stroller and not once did I feel that twisting sensation in the pit of my stomach. The harbinger to you know what. He was sick a few more times over the weekend. The problem is now that he's still not eating much. All we can get in him is pureed fruit and formula. He's lost weight but the doctor told us not to worry and to just take it slow. Doesn't make me feel better when I look at him and see a marked absence of chubbiness in his cheeks. Drew and I were also both visited by the puke fairy. That's all I'll say about that. I've missed two days of work this week thanks to said fairy, which is going to make the next couple of weeks ugly. Before Joseph got sick I was working my rear off trying to get a couple of appellate briefs filed so at this point I really feel the need to hide in a cave somewhere.
Ok, time for more fun stuff. The weekend before Labor day, we went to North Myrtle Beach with the Jenningses. We had so much fun! Here's some pictures of Joseph and the girls. Thanks Jenningses for the fun times. We miss you!
The following weekend, Joseph and I headed up to Greensboro to get some Grandmama/Grandaddy lovin' (the best best kind). Joseph got his birthday present, like a month early. They bought him a red wagon but we just couldn't hold off on letting him give it a spin. I have never seen this child take to anything like that red wagon. He's a bit nuts over anything with wheels, but the wagon thing was insane. We didn't bring it home so it can be "regifted" on his birthday and maybe he won't remember it and fall in love all over again. I foresee many hours of dragging a red wagon through the yard.
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