Hmmmm...where did I go wrong?

I've long considered myself to be a bit of a domestic diva...I can change a diaper, whip up a delicious meal, and hem that pair of pants in a snap. So it seemed pretty logical to me that I would pick up my old crochet needle while pregnant with the bambino. Now, I had not crocheted so much as a scarf since junior high, but I figured it was like riding a bike. And guess what, I was right...kind of. During the pregnancy I crocheted a beautiful blanket for Beau, one which we were able to use during his Baptism. It was so special and I knew somewhere up in heaven my Mere-mere Daigle was smiling down.

So, with the success of the blanket, I figured I'd move on to other projects. First up, a crocheted baby hat. You know the type - pointed top with a pom-pom and little baby ear flaps. Well, I found a pattern, bought the yarn and the new needle and dove in. Ummm...I don't think this was how it was supposed to come out. However, as the hat did resemble a hat, I am going to blame the pattern. Oh well, better luck next time!

Soooo I don't think it's supposed to look like this...

Well that's a little bit better...



If THIS was the "infant" size, Good Lord, how big is the "adult" size? 

I'm a believer!

My dad said that Beau rolled over on his own Wednesday, but I wouldn't believe it until I saw it myself. Well, it didn't take long for Beau to show off his new skill. Last night he rolled over all by himself several times in his play yard. And, since Billy is out of town, I made sure to capture it on video. So maybe the video is overkill, but I'm still learning how to use my new video camera and I thought I'd have a little fun with it. (And I know Rebecca will appreciate my choice of music.) Ladies and gentlemen, I present for you, Rolling Over...

Tummy time!

Well Beau has never been much of a napper (much to the shagrin of his until-recently-sleep-deprived mommy).  But lately he has been a little more apt to nap.  Why?  Because he plays so hard he just tuckers himself out. 

Big brother, Murphy, making sure all is well

A few weeks ago he scared the dickens out of himself by reaching out and firmly grabbing the toy in front of him.  After the initial firght, he hasn't turned back.  Now Billy and I just giggle (yes, Billy has been known to giggle since the birth of his son) when we hear the chimes ringing or a little toy playing a song.  We know it's our pumpkin head at work. 

Peaking over his pillow

Also, Beau has recently enjoyed "tummy time" a little more than usual.  At first he hated, I repeated, HATED, tummy time.  But, now...hey it's not so bad.  His grandpa swears he has rolled over by himself...but I've yet to see it with my own eyes.  Regardless, tummy time has turned into less of a chore and more of just another activity for play time.  It should be noted, he would still prefer to be standing than on his belly. But hey, you have to crawl before you walk...LITERALLY. 

Back on his back...much happier...

And to round out his activity time he has been known to watch a football game or two. Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad parent because I let him watch tv.  But seriously, he has no idea what is going on.  Besides, how could you say "no" to this cuteness.  Don't worry, it's not an everyday occurrence.  In fact it's a rarity.  But it is so darn funny to watch! 

Watching the Cotton Bowl...supporting the SEC

**Did I mention Beau slept from 9:30pm til 7:00am this morning?  I don't want to jinx us...so shhhh.**

Every good and perfect gift is from above. - James 1:17

This weekend Beau was baptized at Our Lady of the Lake Catholic Church in Mandeville.  We were so blessed to be joined by so many of our friends and family members. 

Beau wore a beautiful gown that his grandma Debbie made for him.  His ensemble included a lovely bib from my parents and Lindsay and a bonnet that Billy and I bought for him.  He was, as you can imagine, the best dressed baby in the church!

The ceremony was beautiful - Fr. Joseph did a wonderful job. 

Beau was such a well behaved young man.  He slept through most of the ceremony.  And when he was awake, he was smiling and giggling.  He cried only once and that was when the water was poured over his head.  In his defense, Fr. Joseph did manage to pour it in his eyes and ears. 

The proud godparents. 

Four generations...