the trim, the tub, the teeth

It may not look like it, but I have enough hair to cut!

Alliteration aside, little T has had quite the week. It started with a nice little trim of his hair around the ears. Nothing major, no photos were taken, a big deal was not made of it (except Mom did keep the hair in a little baggie for his baby book). The mullet was just getting out of control and itching those crazy Shea ears a little too much. Incidentally, it's pretty hard to cut hair when the person you're cutting wants to eat the scissors. And, in our household, we don't run or slobber on scissors!

We also discovered the area between the back of his tub and the back of the real tub. You know, the place where Mom keeps the clean rinse water? Oh yeah, that's a fun place to flip over and see what's going on. There's a suction cup back there attached to the little tub that is worth 20 minutes of exploration. Which means, nothing else gets clean but Tyler's little bum and Mom has to throw out her back trying to keep the little guy both warm and from catapulting his slippery little body out of the tiny tub into the big one. It's like trying to wrestle a greased pig!

Finally, just yesterday we discovered Tyler has two teeth! They are his bottom middle ones and he didn't even make a peep when they came in (unless they aren't all the way in, yet, it's hard to tell and he won't let me get a good look). I can feel them with my finger and see some white rectangles when I do get a brief look. Bring on the steak, T finally has choppers!

Aside from that, Tyler is still working on crawling and I just know he's going to do it any day now. He loves being on his belly and rolling around his playroom. We had to lower his crib since he's starting to get a lot more mobile. Oh, and he's sleeping much, much better now. We decided to do the "graduated extinction" method and it took all of 8 minutes of crying for him to get that he wasn't going to be rescued. What a smart little baby he is! I'd say he was a chip off the ol' block, but that would mean he'd be crying for hours, just to be stubborn about it.

Hats and bibs, the season's best accessories or a way to cover up the haircut mom gave me?

Father's Day at the beach

The beach with Daddy is so much fun!

This weekend was absolutely gorgeous here at the beach. The marine layer burnt off fairly early so we headed down on Saturday for our second beach day in a row (I also took Tyler on Friday with some of the babies/mommies from our class). He had such a great time playing with his toys on the blanket and sticking his feet in the water (which is now up to a balmy 70 degrees). On Friday he played in the sand and got a little too much of it in his mouth and everywhere else for my liking so Saturday we tried to curtail the sand eating by bringing lots of toys and a bigger blanket (funny how that sand finds its way into everything, I even found it in the seat of his high chair this morning). Anyway, Daddy and Uncle Schulte enjoyed soaking up the sun and playing with the little guy on our beautiful summer day. Here are a few more photos of Tyler and his first encounter with the mighty Pacific.

Ha ha!!! I love the beach as much as I love Mom's cell phone!

Can you see your toes over that big baby belly? (No, he is not sporting a half-shirt).

I'm ready to go body surfing, Mom! Let's go!

Fatty, Fatty 2 X 4

I can hide my toys under some of these leg wrinkles!

What a chunk! Tyler is actually tall and skinny for his age, which astounds me. What do the fat babies' legs look like? I love the wrinkles on his wrists, they almost look like his arms are swollen or that he's got a super thin rubber band tied around his wrists cutting off his circulation. He also has dimples in his elbows! Too funny. It's hard to clean in all these little crevices, especially when somebody is twisting and turning and kicking all over the bath tub. I love trying to fatten him up and he is clearly a great eater. Wouldn't it be great if Moms were thought to be adorable with fat rolls on the front of their thighs? Bring on the ice cream for breakfast!

Like the squirrels, I store nuts in my cheeks for the winter.