Second homes

Since Mellow Your Soul has pretty much turned into a full-fledged mommy blog, I'm starting The (Mis)Adventures of Farmer Jo to chronicle my gardening, canning, and homemaking, radical or not. Posts will likely be fairly sporadic, and really, it's more for myself than anything else. Blogging is a great way for me to keep track of what works and what doesn't work.

Lots of activities!

Charlotte had a very eventful day yesterday. She slept unswaddled the night before, she rolled over (video to follow), and she started chewing on a teether.

Not just any teether, no, this elitist mama made sure her cutie daughter got a Sophie la giraffe.

She digs it.

Charlotte's first craft

Charlotte and I made Mother's Day cards for my grandmothers this year. I saw something similar on Pinterest and thought it'd be awfully cute with an itty bitty hand.

I painstakingly traced her hand while she was sleeping onto a post-it note, then cut it out and used it as a stencil. I'm embarrassed to admit that I forgot to make sure the text on the scrapbook paper was going in the right direction before I cut it the first time.

A little glue, a little more scrapbook paper, and Bob's your uncle! (I actually have an Uncle Bob, so this phrase always amuses me)

Three months

Wow, I am late posting these!
 As a refresher:

 One month.

 Two months.

Three months.

An outtake from our photo shoot. She won't fit in the basket much longer.

Charlotte likes:
moving
singing
watching - everything!

Charlotte dislikes:
napping
teething
going in the laundry basket for photos

Monday's pick-me-up

Charlotte is, I've decided, teething. As such, she is a grumpy hot mess most of the time.

See? Grumpy for sure.

Pretty much the only time she's not playing the part of Grumplestiltskin is when she's sleeping:

Preferably with one arm out, and her head turned very sharply to one side and tilted as far up as it can go. Sometimes I think she is an owl.

Warning: no Charlotte

But, a major personal milestone: I ran my first post-baby 5k. And I did loads better than I ever hoped I would!

Honestly though, I'm pleased as punch. It was a small race, probably about 160 people, and it was f-l-a-t. I ran with a very friendly couple for most of it. M ran it also, and did well, too; he only beat me by 90ish seconds.

At the end of the race, I 'poured on the sauce' and tried to beat a 10 year old to the finish line. I did not beat him. Or his father. Let's just pretend I did that so he would feel a great sense of accomplishment, 'k?

Friends.

This picture kills me. So many times, Gus will plop himself down next to his new friend and just chill. He's really such a good nanny!