I take it all back

So after I posted about Thomas saying "Dada" first, I got a very wise phone call from Ruth saying that one day I would pray for Thomas to only call for Brandon. Ladies and gentlemen, we are there. We have entered into the world of seperation anxiety where the only words that come out of his mouth at all hours are "mamamamamama." It's fun and all, but at 2a.m., I would pay good money for him to go to his daddy and not call out for me. Oh well, such is life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
So Mama B, here are some pics for you.

This is how we spent most of the last two weeks. First it was the Omnicef, then it was the stomach bug. If we made it 3 hours in the same outfit, we were doing well. Thank goodness we're past this. I think we went through a whole bottle of Spray 'n Wash in a week...


Thomas has found Phoebe's kennel. The grate on the front is perfect for him to get his little fingers around and pull up, or hang on, depending on the mood.


NOT the best picture of me. However, this is the epitomy of my morning. Thomas wouldn't let me get 2 inches away from him. So, we sat in front of the mirror. Mom put on her makeup, T drank his bottle.