Snap-to!

This may seem like the most inane thing to write about, but it seriously troubles me every day. Snaps. On baby clothes. I can never seem to line them up right the first time I try. Footed sleepers are the worst, but I even struggle with the three snaps at the bottom of onsies. I get to the end and there I find it - that extra snap laughing at me. And then the wiggly baby who has had just about enough of getting dressed loses patience and starts squirming and rolling and fussing and there I am, arms twisted like Gumby, still snapping. How hard can it be? Start on one end and work your way systematically through the snaps until you get to the end, right? I tell myself this every time before I start to snap up a set of footed pajamas. It's the crossroads that get me - that spot between the legs where all snaps meet. I somehow miss one along the way, or snap the wrong to parts together so that when I'm done Sawyer is wrinkled up like a shar-pei. Sawyer owns several outfits that have actually brought me to tears - snaps both front and back. I wonder, often, what my snap-challengedness means. Am I impatient? Not detail-oriented? Creative to a fault? Yes, I am all of these things. But, even when I try to approach the snaps systematically, I flub it all up. I remember being tested in middle school for learning disabilities and was told that when presented with a problem - such as a puzzle or math equation, I will attempt to solve it in the same way, over and over, rather than taking a new approach when the first one fails. Knowing this, I have purposefully tried new approaches to the snap issue: top-down, bottom-up, crossroads-out. But the rouge snap always appears just as Sawyer flashes a wicked little smile and starts squirming away. And this all has me asking why do baby pajamas need so many snaps anyway? A well-placed snap here and there would hold the whole thing together just fine. I am hopeless - a lost cause. The baby-clothing industry, however, maybe I can tackle that!

Blog on

Hats off to brother Ross and Niki who have taken blogging to a whole new level, creating a site dedicated primarily to their two Chessies: Raleigh and Taylor. The blog is aptly named "Tails of the City," although I think it would have been funnier to call it "Two Tails of the City" . . . get it? huh, huh? Tale of Two Cities. Ya, anyway, nobody asked me. Check it out. Link is on the left.

Meanwhile, I have made a New Year Proposition (thanks Catherine for the excellent new terminology) to keep up this blog and to expand my subject matter beyond the documentation of Sawyer's every fart and drool. This is easier said than done because the pea-sized space I have remaining in my brain when I get done with work/house/eating/sleeping/bills is occupied completely with thoughts of Sawyer. But, I will try.

Life Rolls On

I can't get over the progress since the first time Sawyer rolled over back-to-stomach a few weeks ago until now. It's as though somebody has given him the keys to the car. I am definitely not ready for this. We were helping my parents pack up Xmas decor on this day-after-epiphany and I left Sawyer for a few minutes on the floor. I came back to find that he had commando-rolled across the room, picked up a full trash bag of dry magnolia leaves and placed it on top of his head. Yikes! The babbling is coming a long way. Dada Mama Baba Papa

Mmm mmm good

Sawyer can't decide what tastes better, his toes or rice cereal.

Just another day

I've been trying to catch a candid pic of Justin playing with Sawyer - its the cutest thing you've seen - the bros at play. But one of them always sees me sneaking up with the camera and the moment is lost. Justin is here until Friday. Meanwhile, here's a few new ones of WSP. My how he's changed!



Can you see the slightly lazy left eye here?


mmmmm - good.