I know posting has been light. Between the Man Cold that turned into the Man Flu that turned into the Man Plague — putting Michael out of commission an entire week –, then the endless snow that keeps coming, paired with the nap training we’ve started with Owen (another post for another day…yaaaawn), by the time I get a chance to sit down at the computer, I just plain don’t want to!

So, things have been chaotic. But we were able to take Owen out to “play” in the snow for the first time. He went from apprehensive, to curious, to full-out joyful by the end. It was fantastic and it’s times likes these I wish we had the no-baby’s-face-on-the-blog revoked because, oooooh my goodness the cuteness.

So instead, I’ll show you the aftermath:

Hehe. I love that snowy butt.

It makes up for the ocean of projectile spit up that he shot across himself and my bed at 6 a.m. today. I have seriously never seen so much liquid come out of someone. But! There’s a good reason for it. See, he came in bed and nursed — nursed a lot and quickly — because he was super hungry. Super hungry because he slept from 6 p.m. to 5:30 a.m. before waking up. Guys, I feel like we’ve earned this sleeping through the night stuff, I really do. It was a loooong road.

For the sake of conversation, I leave you with this: if I were to do something lame awesome different and a few times a month post a recipe and the results of that recipe from Every Day with Rachel Ray, would you be into that? I kind of have a love/hate relationship with her. She annoys the stuffing out of me, but I enjoy her food. Enough that I’m considering subscribing to the magazine. Anyway, just a thought. Let me know yours1