Jingle Bells

Okay, so he can't play Jingle Bells yet, but he can smash those keys like crazy and he is wearing clothes.

Things have been a bit crazy around here trying to pack and get everything ready for our trip to Windsor, Victoria & Australia. But I think we are pretty much there. I do my best work when Miles is sleeping. The only major thing we have to take care of is cleaning the fish tank and I must admit, I am NOT looking forward to it. We have arranged for all of our pets to be looked after & the plants watered. Thanks for you help Mom, Dad and Penny.

I likely won't make another post until after Christmas so enjoy your holidays and time with your family and friends. Apparently not much of the usual crowd will be at my parents for Christmas this year. So, in true Piccinato fashion, we are going to mix it up a bit....the Piccinato Christmas lunch/dinner (also known as lupper in my house) will be held at the Windsor Casino. Should prove very interesting, pictures to come.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

In The Spirit of Christmas I'll Let You Chew On The Bag

Miles got to open his first Christmas presents ever on Sunday. The contents however (a super cute t-shirt & a pair of pants from Thailand) were not nearly as interesting as the bag and tinsel. This was expected. You can't put that much tinsel & coloured tissue on a present and expect it to go unnoticed by a six month old. He was quite happy about the fact that I let him chew on the bag longer than normal, he looked at me like he was getting away with something bad. I let him chew on a Christmas card earlier in the week. I turned my head for a second, and by the time I turned back, his entire mouth was covered in black from the fancy pen that was used to address the card. He looked at me with the cutest big, black, drooly smile on his face. I can only imagine this is just a taste of what Christmas will be like. I wonder how many paper products he will consume. I learned quickly that tissue paper is much like m&m's (melts in your mouth, not in your hands).

For those of you who frequent this blog, note the lack of clothing, presence of rubber duckie and a new favorite.....the ever so exciting blue ribbon.

Rubber Duckie, You're The One

Upon finishing a few Christmas presents out of this lovely wool, I decided to knit Miles a hat. He only has a few winter hats, but complains everytime I put one on. He doesn't seem to mind this hat all that much, infact no complaints when I put it on his head. Perhaps it's the fancy beehive pattern.

This rubber duck is his favorite toy. No matter how hard I try to get him to like this cute teddy bear he has, he always wants his duck. He will travel great distances to get his duck, and must always have his duck by his side when he is eating or bathing. On the subway the other day I saw a man lean over to his wife and say "Look at that (pointing to Miles), I think that kid's chewing on a rubber duck". The wifes response..."How strange". Well I don't think it is all that odd, and I have no choice in the matter. Since then, I've given up on the bear as a favorite toy. I am now a believer that the rubber duck is super cute, and will think the fact that my son loves to chew on it's bill is delightful. 

Visit From La La

Miles was sooooo happy to see his Auntie Penny (a.k.a. La La) last night after her two week trip to Thailand (note his lack of clothing). Though I'm sure she still wishes she was on the beach, it was good for me to have a friend around again. With most of my girlfriends gone on vacation for the past few weeks, it's been somewhat lonely. Welcome home ladies, you were missed. 

Look Out Aussie's This Baby Loves Being Naked

Miles hates to wear clothes. If he had a choice in the matter, he'd wear nothing all day. Since I do the dressing around here, he at least has to wear a diaper. Getting Miles geared for the outdoors is therefore a HUGE ordeal, so needless to say Australia for a month is sounding really good right now. I have a feeling this bare bummed baby is going to love the beach!

Bad Monkey

Thank You Miles for the BEST six months of our lives.....so far.

Once You Have A Kid, Talking About Poo Is An Everyday Occurrence

Weak stomach? Read no further. This is Miles just before the biggest poop of his entire life. Shortly after this oh so cute photo, we put Miles in his bouncer. It was about 6pm (he usually bounces around this time for an hour). Dave was cooking dinner, and I was on the computer (it's right beside the bouncer). I got up to get things ready for Miles' bath, and Dave was going to bring Miles downstairs when I was ready. Soon after, Dave picks up this cute little devil, and notices a red face and a big smile (so Dave tells me after). Dave, of course, says nothing to me, hands over Miles, and tries to make a run for it. I begin to take off Miles' clothes...............
***In our prenatal class they warned us that this would happen when babies were young, it never did. The Midwives told us this day would come. It hadn't, until today.***
First came the smell, then the shocking reality that this day, this day I feared so much, had come...and in full force. I screamed for Dave. Oh the horror. Panic. Panic. What do I do? Without getting too detailed, I can tell you it was everywhere. I say that in all honesty. Miles on the other hand was smiling and laughing away. He was a pig in shit...Literally. I mean it had to feel good to get that all out. Dave and I had a good sense of humour about the whole thing, though it's hard to clean a mess like that when you are both laughing and horrified at the same time. Thank god the wash machine is beside the bathroom. I can't look at that outfit the same. It was my favorite top on him. Not any more.
We headed for the bath. I washed Miles like I never had before. He was gleaming when he came out of the tub.
When I look back on the situation, pooping and bouncing definitely don't mix. Since babies can't tell you when they need to go, it may happen again......fingers crossed that it doesn't.

Mastering The Art of Bouncing

Following the teachings of his best friend Bo Begley.

Trained in the art of Bouncing.

Miles too tries to master the art of Bouncing.

Wake Up.....Bounce. Eat Breakfast.....Bounce.

Go For a Walk.....Bounce.
Eat Lunch.....Bounce. Nap.....Bounce. Go to Playgroup.....Bounce.

Eat Dinner.....Bounce. Take a Bath. Go to Bed.

MUST KEEP TRAINING.

It Happened so fast.....

It seems like yesterday we took Miles home in this...........



...and today we introduced the fancy new 3 in 1

Bustin' Through

It's official, Miles is teething. I can see three teeth ready to poke through his gums. There are some things about being an infant that I'm just so glad we don't remember.