schedules, swings, and souveniers

So, we had a decent week over here at Casa de Byrne, aka Casa de Crazy Baby. We are trying to get el bebe on a schedule (ha! right!) which is going to involve some tears (baby), alcohol (me), and more tears (also me. maybe JC as well). We have officially dubbed this weekend baby bootcamp, so if you don't hear from us (or worse- if you do hear from us and we are unintelligible), you'll know why.

Things we did this week:

Played with the ever-popular Aunt Candace at a new playground:

Went to visit our BFF Bobby (who, btw, is only EIGHT weeks old! and is almost FIFTEEN pounds! He's huge!!) I meant to get a picture of the two of them side by side, but I forgot. Trust, this is one baby that Grady will not tower over. Look at these cheeks!

Swam in the big boy pool (and didn't poop! hooray!!!):

Sat around and looked foxy:

ALSO: I always mean to post this, but keep forgetting. Remember a few weeks ago when JC left me home alone with the baby while he partied it up on the Gulf of Mexico with all of our friends for an extended weekend? Hmmm, trust me, I have not forgotten it! Especially since the babe picked that weekend to be particularly ornery. Well, JC did bring back some super cute stuffed animals and t-shirts for the baby. And he managed to buy himself a pretty sweet bottle of top shelf tequila. But for me, you ask? The mother of his son, the forlorn caretaker left behind? What was MY souvenier?

Feast your eyes on this lovely:

Yes, my friends, it's the ugliest t-shirt of all time. First of all it is a T-SHIRT. Not, as you may have been expecting, and by you I mean me, mexican jewelry. Or perhaps a nice silver bowl, or some fine mexican ceramics. I hear one can find all of the above for very reasonable prices, if one is so inclined to actually, you know, LOOK. However, if one would rather purchase all gifts last minute at the mexican airport for muchos, muchos pesos, then I imagine the above is what you would get. Just in case the shirt's ugly factor is not radiating through your computer, this shirt is olive green/brown (always a flattering color)- highlighted with gold and neon green. It is, as the mexicans themselves might say, MUY FEO. Normally JC gets the gift giving thing right (my birthday presents in particular were FABULOUS) but this time he went wrong, wrong, wrong. MUCHAS GRACIAS, JC. Next time you stay home with the baby and I'll go buy the ugly t-shirts to bring home :)

PS- just to clarify- I am not a spoiled biotch, I am just giving JC a little bit of a hard time. How can I complain about a husband who cooks AND does the dishes? But this t-shirt is too ugly not to share :) And if you can't roast your husband on your own blog, then when can you?