Last night jparks evicted Pippa from our bedroom (she sleeps in the pack and play in there) to her crib in her room.

Tonight she's back in the pack and play because we are wusses.

Today I took this child shopping for new shoes


Instead of hitting Stride Rite like we usually do, we went to Nordstrom where he zeroed in on these shoes and would not leave until they were on his feet.


Seriously, he could not possibly be any cuter. Tiny Chucks! All Stars for life!

Truman's been doing swim lessons for awhile now but just recently he was moved to a class where he swims without a parent. Having more independence in the pool has really turned him into a fearless swimmer and jparks and I have been blown away with how quickly he's advanced.



That one was filmed from the waiting area because once I'm near the pool his attention gets split between swimming and keeping an eye on me to see if I'm noticing him stealing treats from the rewards bucket.

Here he is doing his longer swim to the instructor.


The kid is a fish! I can't wait for his birthday party at his swim school, it's going to blow his mind. Cupcakes, swimming, and friends; his little head is going to explode.

While this mess is going on in the house I have to find creative ways to keep Truman out of the buckets of paint. Tuesday was easy because the work in his room had yet to start but Thursday was another story.

I stupidly assumed they would have his room painted and set back up by nap time so we set off for our usual Thursday morning activities without a care in the world. When we arrived back at the house Truman was minutes away from passing out but not only was his room a mess but they were working in every other room in the house so I couldn't even set up a make shift bed elsewhere. I didn't know what else to do so I loaded him back into the car and hoped he would car nap for at least a little bit while I drove around trying to figure out how we would spend the rest of our afternoon.

I finally decided that we needed someplace with air conditioning, food, and crap to play on and the only place that seemed to fit the bill was IKEA. After a painfully short nap Truman and I ventured into the land of unpronounceable furniture and meatballs. While I can't claim to have had the best time (those Swede's only serve Diet Pepsi, no Diet Coke!) Truman loved it.

I'm sure the employees hated us, but Tru loved this play kitchen and throughly enjoyed taking all one million of the utensils out of it and hiding them around the room.

(Also, I'm not an asshole, we did pick the utensils up after hiding them.)

But better than the play kitchen was the paper towel dispenser in the baby changing room. It was one of those automatic dispensing ones and Truman couldn't understand that he didn't have to take every towel it shot out. I'm sure we killed at least one tree thanks to his need to 'use' all of them.

This scene went on for at least 10 minutes. Who knew bathrooms were such fun.

After much much too long wandering the aisles we headed out and this happened:


Dammit IKEA, you win. You are awesome for wearing a toddler out.

Every week I take Truman to The Little Gym and every week he gets better and better at hanging from the bars. Then we go to a playground with jparks and I brag about Tru's hanging abilities only to have Tru fall off the bar before he even gets a good grip on it. Jparks laughs and assumes I'm just being one of those overly braggy parents that claims her child can perform incredible feats of hanging strength when in reality his toes never leave the ground. To that I say, suck it jparks, our child can hang!

Jparks bought some little ice cream cups and using a spoon to eat them is just too slow of a process for Tru.


By the time he was done there was melted ice cream dripping off every surface around him. Ice cream will now be an outside treat in our family.

I recently discovered a Thai take away place that serves coconut noodles that Truman loves. Like can't shove handfuls of the noodles in fast enough love. By the end of dinner he's usually covered in noodles as is the floor and table.



Usually this dinner leaves such a mess that jparks takes care of bathing Tru while I spent a good chunk of time cleaning the table and floor. But since jparks headed to Iceland this week, I delegated clean up of the table to Lily. I put her on Tru's booster seat and went to take care of bath time. When I came back out this is the situation I found.


Honestly, how do people have kids without also having a dog?