Grandpa, cats, and lots of bonding time

I thought my blog was getting pretty boring when I was home full time and taking care of Trey thinking pretty much only about pooping, napping, and eating.  Well, I think now that I am working three days a week and relishing every moment with Trey on the other four, my blog is even more boring...if I'm not at work, I am home cuddling with my boy and trying to figure out what to make for dinner.

Last weekend we went to brunch at Kris and John's house.  They delighted us with delicious food and drinks which we worked off with a long walk around their neighborhood with the dogs.

Trey looking like such a big boy

Kris had a mini champagne glass for Trey while we enjoyed mimosas in the grown up glasses.

Floor time at Kris' house.  Carpet works way better than our hardwood floors!

Some new toys

This guy melts my heart every day.

Trey and Tango hanging out with Dad during the day.  Randy is getting in his groove of being a stay at home dad, and Trey sure loves his time with Daddy. Too bad Randy is already over half way through his leave.  We picked a daycare which Trey will start in March.  I had my first daycare nightmare/anxiety dream this past weekend.  I know it will be harder on me than Trey, but I am still dreading it.

I wonder if Randy picked this shirt because of its colors??

While Tango seems to have a love-hate relationship with Trey, 

he always wants to be as close to him as possible.  

Randy has taught Trey how to hold the bottle himself.  I'm gone for what?  two seconds?  And Randy is already leading our boy to further independence.

This past weekend we went to my dad and Sandy's in Leaburg.  Every time we go, I show Trey the tree down by the river and say, "Look, Trey, that is where Mommy and Daddy got married..."

I love spending the weekend in Leaburg because I love watching my dad and Trey together.  This was a good weekend and they had a lot of play time and cuddle time.  We also got to visit with Sarah Long which is always a special time.  But first...the cat.

Now, I am learning more than ever that children learn many of their beliefs and values from their parents, and I am constantly trying to be a good model for Trey.  One thing I learned from my father ever since I was a young child was that cats are bad.  I have never liked cats, and I don't think I ever will.  I know people loooooovvvve cats, but I have no idea why.  Randy and I are already imparting this wisdom on to Trey (mostly because we HATE the neighborhood cats that crap all over our yard).  Well, my dear dad and Sandy got a cat a few months ago.  Tango is still getting used to the idea...as am I.

I think my two least favorite cat moments of the weekend were in the middle of the night.  First was when the cat decided to bless us with his presence in the middle of the night in our room.  You can imagine how Tango reacted to that.  We promptly took the cat back downstairs to the laundry room, but, apparently, this is one smart cat because she worked her way back upstairs.  Awesome.  The second least favorite moment was when the cat decided to join Trey and I on the bed in the other room at 5 o'clock while I was nursing.  The main problem with this is that Trey is a little AD/HD when he is nursing and having a living animal right next to us while he is trying to eat is the WORST distraction ever.  Pushing the cat off the bed did not work because she jumped right back up.  So I stopped nursing (not a fun thing to do when you haven't nursed in 8 hours) and tried to get the cat who promptly went and hid under the bed but swiped at my hands or feet as I tried to get her.  UGH!!!!!  Needless to say, Randy came to my rescue and managed to get the damn cat and take her back downstairs.  I just don't like cats.  AT ALL.

Grandpa bonding time (also one of the first times I have seen my father on the floor in YEARS)

Hanging out before we left on Sunday to get home in time for the Super Bowl

Here is a quote from Parade a while back where Oprah says something that I loved: "Everybody just wants to be heard.  Toni Morrison said that what every child wants to know is, Do your eyes light up when I enter the room?  Did you hear me and did what I say mean anything to you?  That's all they're looking for.  That's what everybody is looking for."   I hereby state that I, Kristin Clark, will spend the rest of my life trying to show Trey that I hear him, that what he says means something to me, and that my eyes will light up whenever he enters the room.