{"id":207,"date":"2010-07-19T09:33:57","date_gmt":"2010-07-19T16:33:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=207"},"modified":"2010-07-19T09:33:57","modified_gmt":"2010-07-19T16:33:57","slug":"smiley-baby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=207","title":{"rendered":"Smiley Baby"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ramblequeen\/4809268746\/\" title=\"Smiley Baby by Ramble Queen, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4122\/4809268746_f67a668348.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" alt=\"Smiley Baby\" \/><\/a><\/center><\/p>\n<p>Finally!  I get a picture with a smile!   She is such a smiley baby, but when she sees the orange glowy light from the camera she gets perplexed and won&#8217;t smile.<\/p>\n<p>I have about 20 minutes to post something deep and profound before I have to pick the boy up from camp.  I have a feeling this is going to be less deep and profound and more &#8220;Camp! Yay!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Except, of course, Erik was having a total revolt and didn&#8217;t want to go to camp.  I know he&#8217;s having fun, but it sure did break my heart to send him off when he kept telling me he was mad at me and would never talk to me again.  <\/p>\n<p>Last night we went over the camp rules, as required by the camp.  We even had to sign a paper saying we went over the rules.  The rules were the problem.  Or rather, The Rule:  no sandals or crocs, tennis shoes only.<\/p>\n<p>The child is obsessed with his Crocs.  He has an old pair with the toes worn out sitting on his bookshelf because he won&#8217;t let me throw them away.  His new pair also has the toes worn out (scootering is tough on Crocs) but I don&#8217;t even dare suggest a new pair.  <\/p>\n<p>He took the piece of paper with the rules and crossed out everything then asked how to spell &#8220;Erik can wear his Crocs.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>That made it really fun this morning.  Lucky for him his tennis shoes didn&#8217;t fit, so I had to send him in his Crocs.  Mom of the year, right here.  He probably hasn&#8217;t worn his tennis shoes since April so I guess his feet have grown a bit.  As soon as I pick him up we are headed to Kohl&#8217;s for a new pair of shoes and a pair of pajamas for PJ Day tomorrow.  <\/p>\n<p>In other news my ironfast rule of never, never, never asking a woman if she is pregnant paid off two days in a row.  One I wasn&#8217;t so sure about and then she started talking about how she would love another baby so I knew she wasn&#8217;t pregnant.  The other lady?  I was 110% sure she was pregnant and it took all my will power not to say something and ask about the baby.  I felt so guilty about not making a big deal over her baby when other people where making a big deal over my baby, but after she left I found out she wasn&#8217;t pregnant.  <\/p>\n<p>I have to start thinking about the MOMS Club newsletter again.  That just keeps happening. . .like. . . every month.  What have I gotten myself in to?  Does anyone have any tips for getting ready to go back to school they&#8217;d like to share?  Or items to add to my 31 Things in 31 Days list?  (example:  ride a roller coaster, make homemade ice pops, have a water fight).  <\/p>\n<p>Dang!  I hear a baby crying so have to run.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Finally! I get a picture with a smile! She is such a smiley baby, but when she sees the orange glowy light from the camera she gets perplexed and won&#8217;t smile. I have about 20 minutes to post something deep and profound before I have to pick the boy up from camp. 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