One of those Indie days!

Let me premise this with what Indie likes to sleep in at night. Nothing but his diaper. No matter how often I put pjs on this kid, he takes them off before he goes to sleep, I've kind of given up trying. This morning we woke up to about 4 inches of snow. And before I even realized it, I heard Indie crying at the backdoor, he was already outside. "In what?" you say? Oh, what he sleeps in. No shoes, nothing. And the backdoor? I have yet to find a way to lock it that will keep him inside when I want him inside. So that's how the day started. I brought him in, locked the door and put the piece of wood in so he can't open it (oh wait, he still can). About five minutes later I hear him crying again...outside. naked. again. At least this time he had enough sense to put on his boots. So I bring him in again, and get him dressed in all of his snow clothes. He goes out for about 10 minutes and wants back in because his hands are cold because he took off his gloves. He comes in and strips off all of his snow clothes. At least he left his pants and shirt on. By this time I've given up trying to keep him in. He at least has clothes on and he comes in  and out several times eating handfuls of snow. That's right, I let my kids eat snow. Don't judge me. Anyway, during this time I'm cleaning the kitchen, dishes, wiping counters, sweeping. Just as I'm done sweeping I hear Indie clomp in. I finish sweeping up my dirt pile when Indie comes and gives me a push, which is his way of saying hi. I look up. Mud. EV-ER-Y-WHERE. Large clumps. All over the kitchen floor. You know the kind where you think you got it all cleaned up and then it dries and you see you just smeared it everywhere. While I'm trying to clean up the mud he takes my swiffer mop and plays with it. Now I can't find it and I need to mop, because of all that mud. *sigh* And the cherry on top...he apparently had decided to ditch his boots for a different pair of shoes, his church shoes. Thank heavens he has preschool tomorrow!

Four Months

Milo had his four month check up a couple of weeks ago...all I have to say is so much for having a fat baby! He only gained a pound between his 2 and 4 month check ups...which dropped him from the 80th to the 16th percentile...though 16th is still pretty good for my kids. Oh well! He is still growing, he just isn't as chubby. The pediatrician said that often the caloric content of breast milk can change, and apparently that is what happened to me because he still eats great, it just isn't as fattening.

 What a cutie! We love him!