jail...jail...and oh wait, more jail....

welcome to the baby jail.
prison stripes unintentional but totally optional.



given how exhausted i am over dragging the high chair in and out of the kitchen, i've permanently affixed our portable booster thingy to a chair and shoved it in front of the TV for occurrences such as...you know...peeing. and makeup. or whatever. leaving the room without fear of isaac 'stirring' the toilet water (not while i'm using it, of course) with his hands and/or eating toilet paper....



....or electrocuting himself in my absence....



whatever. baby jail works really well for both of us. i have to believe he approves of it, because guess what...we're out of options. too large for the swing, too angry for the exersaucer and too curious for his own good.

speak of large. and jail.....
it was pediatrician day!

"holy hannah, get me OUTTA HERE....."


despite isaacs effort to avoid eating at all costs, i've managed to shove enough calories into his body that he stores the excess in his thighs and hovers anywhere between 50th - 90th percentile, depending on the measurements of different body parts....



i'll let you guess where his noggin fell on the spectrum...
which is noteworthy, because i fully expect that cranium to be full of academic scholarship goodness, buddy. i will pull these pictures out and remind you of your brain potential for every C you get on your senior report card. oh wait. didn't i recently wax all poetic about not caring where you went to college? haaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

it's quite appropriate that they stab needles into babies/toddlers/children/spawn right next to a psychedelic puzzle that makes your brain bleed out of your ears....how soothing....



to my great dismay, the puzzle failed to calm Monster Brain down.
bottle did the trick...



and we were on our merry way....
...to jail #3.

HAIR CUT!!!!!
my baby had his first official hair cut, which is the only appropriate thing to make your friend do when she's going through this. i am so sorry julie....you did WAY too much, considering you are recovering. but it was good to see you -- you look great. and i'm glad our boys were able to bond over cranberries (HE DID!) and yogurt puffs (old hat...) and that we were able to share a pot of coffee. :) i love you! and...well...i love free stuff too. and now i have LOTS of free hair to stash away in the baby book..... SOB.



"jail is getting ooooold."





and thus concludes our day on the go.
today was pretty rough on him and so i'm curious to know how long he'll nap for?! it's 530...and i still have to go grocery shopping and put him in JAIL #4 for the day = SHOPPING CARTS.....

::: shudder :::

wish me luck!