A little yogurt, a little rugby, a little blood...you know, the usual.

Turns out my son is an early bird, so we got up this morning and got the worm.  Daddy-O left to play rugby at the gym at 5:45 this morning, and we followed not far behind to surprise him with a cheering section consisting of Newbie, Mama, and a YoBaby yogurt cup.

I'd like to think it was our sideline enthusiasm that won him the game.

After rugby, Newbie slipped in a quick snoozer while I basked in the glory of my official victory over Boris.  I can't say there isn't a basket full of pj's from last night waiting for me upstairs, but I can say my laundry was officially completed by midnight last night, and it feels so good.

We hopped in the car after Newbie's nap for play group with our cronies.  Newbie always has a blast with the big kiddos, but was bound and determined to make sure I didn't sit still for more than 30 seconds the entire time.  He spent his morning in the wake of his buddies, charging after bits and pieces of Goldfish crackers that he isn't suppose to be eating.  I have opted to skip the gym today because I am sure I burned more calories in Miss L's living room this morning than I ever could in 30 minutes on the treadmill.

I am also here to report Newbie obtained the first official play group injury, complete with blood and tears and drama, though I still can't figure out exactly what was bleeding.  He was playing with a toy in my lap when both he and the toy slipped, and next thing you know, he's bawling like his mama at the end of Armageddon, and the corner of his mouth is bleeding.  At first I thought he was just scared, but then I realized the red around his lip wasn't exactly a Puffs mustache, and that's when the mom-guilt kicked in, and I promised to buy him another dog and a rocket ship because I didn't notice how bad his injuries were right away.  He cheered up after a little cuddle time, and wasn't any worse for wear, so I snapped a pic for the baby book because what little boy doesn't want to show off his first official bum lip at his high school graduation party?

That is a break your heart into a million pieces picture, right there.  What a tough little guy.

I remember my first bum lip.  I was in third grade, and we were warming up on the field before a softball game.  I was a hardcore softball player back then.  At least as hardcore as you can be when you're 9.  I'm not saying I didn't look forward to the free Dr. Pepper at the end of the game and the snacks passed out to the team after a job well done, but I am saying that snacks and delicious refreshments aside,  I was one enthusiastic short stop with a love for the grit of the game.  So there we were, warming up. A teammate and I were playing catch along the third and home baseline when WHAMMY! BOOM! POW!  She chucked that ball before I was ready and that sucker hit my face and sent my lip straight through one of my front teeth.  I was bleeding like something out of Jaws, and my lip puffed up to the size of a blueberry- probably looked like one too- but being the Texan I was, even at the ripe 'ol age of 9, I got a hug and some ice from Mama in the dugout and then went right back to the field for the best game of my career.  OK.  Not really sure if it was my best game of the year, but I do remember looking at my daddy who was my coach, and knowing that I had to be tough and get back out there to play some ball.  And I did.  Just like Newbie got back out there and chased after some more Goldfish.  That's my boy!

Switching gears....

Yesterday I spent nap time here:

and it was heavenly.  (Don't you love the play-by-play?  Because I'm sure we don't have anything better to do than look at pictures of where I read. Someday I will get better at the need-to-know info filter, but for now, it's all hittin' the blog, baby.) I finished my book and can't wait to talk about it tomorrow night because LOVE.

The Hubs was a rock star last night and took care of Newbie for a while so I could wrap up some things on the to-do list before bed.  He snapped a few fun pictures of our little man:

 

Newbie is big into blowing raspberries on the side of his crib.  It's his new thing.

His other new thing is partnering in crime with Opie.  They are two birds of a feather lately, and they are all about sharing toys and making jail breaks together.  Cracks. me. up.

Well, as much as I'd love to spend the afternoon ticking away at the keyboard, there is a pile of dishes haunting me from the kitchen.  If it ain't one thing, it's another around here.  I'm just glad Boris was silenced for a good 8 hours last night.

Hope you all have a fabulous Wednesday!