Homemaker in Training

Well.  We're back.  And it feels like home.  Probably because we own it, and have it all to ourselves.  Plus a baby.  But he's cute, so we don't mind sharing our lives with him.

Our little baby army-crawls all over the place now.  He laughs when we hang him upside down, he can sit up by himself, and he makes little cough-squeal noises when he's excited.
He also dives right for my phone every time he sees it.  Makes me a little nervous that he's already so interested in phones...

I baked some squash to feed him because I decided he's ready to cut down on milk feedings... turns out I'm the one who's not ready.
Yeah.  I got all emotional and crap.  When I nurse him, he plays with my hair.  And I think it's sweet.  It's also WAY easier than preparing real food for him, and then trying to feed it to him with a spoon. Which takes forever!

I may have to revisit that issue soon, though, because The Beast is beginning to eat every hour and I occasionally run out of milk.  And that makes the poor kid livid.

I had some cute pictures to post, but I can't get them off the camera because I have no idea where the cord is, and my computer's card reader doesn't show anything.

Anyway... Anton brought home another porcupine.  We cooked it.  The last one tasted better.  At least he has something fun to distract him from his boring homework.  Even if it does involve bringing home odd-tasting small game.

We're participating in Bountiful Basket.  I love all the cool fruits and vegetables we get!  It's like Christmas every week!  I got purple carrots.  Purple!  They're my favorite carrots.  And all the cute tiny watermelons make me so happy!

Also, I'm starting to question my resolve about not having another kid until I want to.  I keep having dreams that I'm pregnant.  All the time!  And they seem so real!  I wake up every other morning and feel my stomach to make sure there really isn't anything moving around in there.  It's so weird.  It's probably just one of my greatest fears manifesting itself in my dreams...

In other news, a friend I've known here for a little while happens to be a hairdresser.  I told her about my regrets and dreams (all concerning my hair of course), and she told me I could pull this off... so we did it.

 I know my face looks weird in this picture.  But my hair looks cool.

 Yep.  My hair is a color that's not a real hair color.  Teal.

When she was doing this to my hair, I told her this is the craziest thing I have ever done in my entire life.  And I realized... that's how boring my life is.  I need to get out more and do stuff.