Staying true to the title

So as you know, my blog title is "Our adventures in parenthood."  

And Piglet is hilariously staying very true to it.  

A few recent examples for you...

It rained and got pretty chilly here over the weekend.  No kidding, I woke up and said to myself "Oh, I guess it's November."  Piglet refused to wear a sunhat all summer and wouldn't let the hood on his sweatshirt touch his noggin either, so I wasn't holding out much hope for a hat this fall/winter.  

But as you know, Piglet is all about being given a choice.  

And he chose this hat.  And he LOVES it.  I think it has to do with the way it hugs his head but doesn't obstruct his view.  I think the cashmere lining doesn't hurt either. And now he wants to wear it all the time.  So I have to hide it sometimes.  

Next, I noticed that Piglet had a runny nose this afternoon.  Does not make me happy since we have somehow avoided being sick since March.  He also seemed a little congested, so I dug out the saline drops and instrument of t.orture bulb syringe to take a little evasive action.  

This did not make him happy.  No siree bob.  Not at all.  

So tonight, when I put him in the cradle hold to give him his vitamins (otherwise he'd spit them out) he thought I was trying to put more saline drops in his nose.  And while flailing and yelling, promptly stuck his fingers UP HIS NOSE to block the "entry."  I was crying I was laughing so hard.

I tried to capture it on film for you all, but chasing after my child with the bulb syringe just to get a picture seemed a little mean.  Even for me. ;)  However, not being one who likes to disappoint, I did at least try and I got the picture below.  Not both fingers, but you get the idea. Hehe.  

Last but not least.  

You all know I can hardly eat anything lately.  But one of the few things I can stomach are saltines.  So there are sleeves of them everywhere - right now from where I'm sitting I count three and I know there are two more upstairs.  Piglet has developed quite a taste for them, or rather the SALT sprinkled on top of them.  

So today I ran upstairs to put some laundry in the dryer and put another load of wash in and I came down to find this.  

All of those saltines were slightly "used" and all discarded.  And look at that innocent face.  "Who ME?  No, it t'wasn't moi.  I didn't empty the entire sleeve of saltines, lick most of them and and leave all these crumbs everywhere. Was surely the bad doggy." Who incidentally had been fed the rest of the sleeve of crackers. 

Keeping it real over here at Maison de Piglet!

The writing on the wall

Due to my intense morning all-day sickness, I've been much less vigilant about following Piglet around to make sure he's not getting into trouble.  Meaning, I just lay on the couch moaning and sighing loudly while he runs rampant, pulling on the dog's ears, taking out all the baking sheets and being generally a little naughty.  

Today I was trying to get my mojo on to go meet my awesome Thursday ladies and babies for some park play time and a walk to our favorite french bakery and Sbux. Piglet was suspiciously quiet.  Never a good sign.  I willed myself off the couch and found him at the mudroom door like this: 

While I don't love the behavior, he was so cute and proud and smart enough to conceal the offending orange crayon when he saw me that I couldn't help but laugh.  Besides, it's nothing that a M.agic Eraser can't handle, no problem.  

Maybe Piglet was trying to tell me something...the writing has been on the wall for a week now.  My nausea is not going anywhere fast and with a Piglet to police and keep in line (and snuggle, feed and entertain) I need to be at the top of my game. I caved and called my OB for a prescription.  So far the Zo.fran seems to be helping.  I'm now hurling about 42% less than before.  An improvement!