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My mom is something special. Trying to describe her is like trying to hold onto water with only your hands. There are too many aspects that I miss in the process. I usually try to describe her laugh first. Oh that laugh. It is so unique and funny and carefree. It’s the kind of laugh that other people, without knowing her, listen to and just crack up over. It’s infectious in a way that even Kevin Hart can’t produce (and trust me on that because I love him too).

Over the last week my mom has been here to help after Alan’s surgery. I love having my parents come to visit because it is so cool to see them bond with Aidan. And this kid. Man does he love his nanna.

Thank you mom – for keeping my kid safe and fed, my husband mostly intact, and for staying up late to listen to my silly stories and big dreams.

I love to swim.  And I seriously love that Aidan enjoys the water.  Whether he is jumping into the water, splashing in it, or doing his absolute best to completely drain the pool of water, he loves it.  Our neighbors were sweet enough to have us over for some backyard baby pool + sprinkler fun.  This afforded me the opportunity to get some cute photos of Aidan at play in/around the water.

I know I’m biased but man, he is so cute in that swim suit.

His love of wheels had elevated to a new level.  Enter: the trolley.

Every day we see trucks, cars, vans, golf carts and the trolley.  Oh man does he love the trolley.  When we finally had a chance to check out the trolley up close, Aidan’s day was made.  We climbed on and off and on again.  Aidan sat in half of the 14 seats and I nearly let him climb onto the driver’s seat.  Judgmental stares from my husband were the only reason I held back (for now).

 My child likes to eat.

Right now Aidan will crush ham, cheese, yogurt, cereal, any fruit, most veggies, definitely milk and he has developed a serious affection for dipping.  Yesterday I gave him one chip and he ate half a container of french onion dip with said chip.  (That’s a slight exaggeration but the double dipping was in fact happening.  Multiple times over.)

He also likes to feed the puppy.  We know when Aidan’s done eating because he will start dropping – and then flinging – his food off his plate and onto the floor proclaiming “puppy!” as if we hadn’t already fed the dog and it had become his duty to do so.  Generally not a problem until we have rice for dinner.  Rice is a mess that is actually hard to clean up and Mackenzie, while a lover of all foods tossed her way, isn’t entirely motivated by grain.

I know I shouldn’t encourage Aidan to play with his food but the other morning he was having fun with the yogurt container, he was confined by the highchair, and my camera was near by.  Trifecta.