A Bargain!

Recently Saul and I were talking to some friends who mentioned that they looked into the price of having a child and that the grand total for their lifetime was $240,000. After some thinking about it, we agreed we are getting a bargain. When you first go and get Andreas in the morning or after a nap, he will just be calmly talking to himself, but when he sees you, he has the biggest smile and is so happy he has to squirm around -- that has to be worth at least $10,000 per instance. Then there is the first time he laughed and all of his other upcoming firsts like when he will first walk or say "Mama" and "Papa". That's got to be worth quite a bit too. So overall, we are definitely getting the better end of this deal!


Here he is playing with his gym and wearing the outfit from Aunt Erika:





Sucking his thumb -- it usually doesn't last long, but who knows once he is able to control his arms a little more.

Saul thought he looked so relaxed here:
He is starting to grab his toys. My hair is no longer safe!
Here he is 1/2 rolling over. This is about as far as he goes, but it won't be long now.

Buttermilk Galore

This week we had another cooking catastrophe that can go down in the annals of history with Aaron's using Mapeline in place of vanilla in the chocolate chip cookies. Saul wanted to do something nice for breakfast so he decided to make waffles. We did not have any buttermilk, so I suggested using the powdered buttermilk. Due to the additional complexity this involves, I tried to explain how it all worked, but Saul balked at my lack of confidence (I think you see where this is going). My thought was, if he screwed up like I thought he might, there would be no way he would be able to use 2 cups of the powder -- the container isn't that big -- and that he would figure out to read the directions. Well, somehow he managed to pull a few cups of powder out of that tiny container. The waffles were so heavily buttermilked it nearly knocked you out. And since Saul did the taste test and didn't really understand what had happened, he ate enough of the said waffles that I am pretty sure he cried buttermilk when we watched Benjamin Button last night.

And since no post would be complete without more pictures of Andreas, here you go!

I like this picture because it looks like he is being pushed against the chair by some ultra strong g-force. Hold on kiddo!

Don't be deceived -- he HATES this outfit. I think because he wants to eat the hood, but somehow it is always just out of reach