The one with a big boy.

This morning after several attempts to put clothes on, but with no success because of the constant waterfall of spit up my child is--as usual--I gave up for a bit and just left him in his diaper. I don't like to do that but man alive the laundry is ridiculous. Even with a bib. We practiced rolling over a bunch, and of course never got it on camera.

I finally gave in and put some clothes on him, and the pants have become jams because that's what they look like on him, he's finally fitting in more clothes so we have been finding new outfits! 

I laid him down to wash my hands and start a load of laundry with his bear. 

Then it was harry potter time. So jack took advantage of the free comfy pillow. Until I made him get off, cuz ew. 

We ran some errands today, which meant Luca got to ride in the cart again! He loves to look around. And he especially loves the bright red target carts. I don't mind that at all. We can wander target everyday so he can look at the carts. 

I know it looks like he is super uncomfortable but I swear he's just looking at the redness. 

However. Yes. That is a big old baldy spot on his head. I can pull his hair out by the handful pretty much. It's not cool, it's just all falling out. And probably that's not normal. I'm calling the doctor. Don't worry. 

I got a cart seat cover at babies r us before he was born and I've been anxiously awaiting being able to use it. So we brought it in to target tonight to use for the first time only to learn that it sucks. It's so hard to get on, requires two hands to snap into place and just takes forever. So I'll be returning that thing. I need to find a new actual good one.  I'm sad about this though. I really liked this fabric and design. But it's the fabric that makes it dumb so whatever.  

Here's the beginning of my wreath! I'm very pleased with the way it turned out--and how dang easy and cheap it was to make! Now I just need to find a heart to attach to it for valentines! (Nobody seems to have any good valentine decor this year--the one year I actually want something cute. What's that about?)