Taxidermy and Avent Bottles

One of Logan's Aspie obsessions is reading Calvin and Hobbes.
Logan - "Mom, do you think Jax will be like Calvin when he gets older?"
Me - "I'm not sure..."
Logan - "Well, if he is, I'm going to go to the toy store and get him a tiger. And not a stuffed one, but taxidermy."
Outstanding idea, Logs.

Moving on, and switching gears completely, I despise Avent bottles. Don't buy them. Ever. They leak profusely. They leak from both the ring and the nipple. There is nothing more enraging then attempting to make a screaming, hungry baby a bottle, shaking it to mix the formula and having the mixture fly all over the kitchen. Re-adjust, still leaking. Re-adjust again. More screaming. Nerves twitching.
We have actually been struggling with this since Jax switched to the bottle when he was around 2 months old, so for about the last EIGHT months. Why I waited 8 months to switch brands is absolutely beyond me. I can't even TELL you how many times I've had to go downstairs in the middle of the night to make a bottle (half asleep) and cursed Avent out under my breath because it takes me a full ten minutes to re-adjust and re-adjust the ring and nipple so it doesn't leak.
So today we finally made the switch and I bought a new set. I switched to the Playtex Wide Bottles. About an hour ago I put Butters down with his first one, and haven't heard a peep. I'm hesitant after the Avent fiasco, so we'll see how it goes. I'll update about whether or not they leak.

Another product that sucks - Safety 1st cabinet locks are terrible. They still open wide enough for Butters to get out an average sized bottle of spray cleaner.



AND...Butters has also learned how to move one large thing to climb on top of another thing. Charming.



Lastly, make SURE you have gotten to b&b to check out the bib and burpie sale!

Infants=Scavengers

Babies are scavengers.
Apparently I had forgotten this in the 10 years that have passed between my two children.
Butters finds anything and everything on the floor - often this is little tiny pieces of fabric at my house, but he is not picky. Pebbles, stale puffs, crumbs, leaves...the stuff he finds in the carpet makes me feel like I don't clean my house, even though I vacuum almost every day. We have hit the point where I need eyes in the back of my head. My oldest was actually completely convinced that Nana had eyes in the back of her head. My mom would tell him when he was a toddler that she had eyes behind her hair in the back of her head. He, being a toddler, was convinced. He would try to move the hair on the back of her head to see them, but she would always seem to move away in time so he couldn't quite prove her wrong. Nana would be in the kitchen with her back to him, and it would often go like this:
"Nana, can you see me with the eyes behind your hair?"
"Yes, I can!"
"Can you close them please?"
This normally involved him doing something naughty.
Remembering this today made me really look forward to Butters being a toddler, but also made me miss the special interactions that I had with my now 11-year-old when he was little. People always say to treasure it while you have it...but I don't think you can truly understand why until you don't have it anymore. I guess it never really hit me until recently that I'll never have that with him again. Now, he prefers playing video games, talking on the phone to his friends and planning his next moves with his Yu-Gi-Oh deck. Don't misunderstand - he tells me when he has problems at school, and uses me as a sounding board when he needs to problem solve. But...it's different.