So Many Firsts

     Well, it has been an exciting few days in the life of James.  On Sunday, at six months and one day, James got his first scrape (photo to come).  Poor kid landed on his nose on the edge of my computer (Can you believe what a bad mother I am?  Someone should really call DFACS.) while he was working on his sitting up and I was working on Facebook.  His nose seems to be healing well, but there's no telling how deep the emotional scars run.  Mine and his.  

     The very next day, at six months and two days, James did his first community service.  He and I went with my mom and my sister Kristin to do Meals on Wheels, which was great fun.  James cheered some of the elderly residents of the elderly residence home where we delivered the meals.  They all thought he was adorable, so obviously they all have very good taste.  I hope they don't have very good taste buds, though, as the food didn't smell that great.  But perhaps it was delicious.  I didn't sample, so I suppose I really ought not judge.  

      After we delivered the meals, we took James to his very first tea party at this tea shop near my mom's house.  He was unimpressed and mostly cranky, though I was quite taken with the orange tea and cinnamon scone.  James cheered right up after I fed him, so I think the crankiness was primarily due to hunger and not a general dislike of tea parties.  His father might disagree though.  

     This week, he and I have been hanging out while Patrick worked for his old land lady (old in the sense that she's no longer his land lady; not old in the sense that she's some sort of geriatric person.  She's really quite spry and lively.).  It was so much fun to be able to spend the day with my little boy.  However, I'm amazed that Patrick is able to do things like laundry and dinner-making.  James is certainly a full-time job.  A fun full-time job, but a full-time job nonetheless.  I was considerably less productive than he generally is.   

     I'm quite distressed that I'll have to return to work in just two days.  It was a great spring break, and now I can't wait for summer.  I love my job, but I love my boy more. 

     We'll have some Easter pictures to post soon as my mom and sister found James the cutest Easter outfit.  I know he'll be the cutest thing ever on Sunday.  

     Right now the house sounds like it's about to collapse down on top of us as the hail that's hitting it must be the size of small Volkswagens.  James seems undisturbed, and is sitting on the floor (with tremendous skill, I might add) playing with his little trucks.  I'm going to go enjoy more time with him.