Fun with the Farm

Thanks to Ray's Craigslist-watching skills, we picked up some freebies a while back. One item in particular hearkened back to our childhoods - the Fisher Price Farm. We were very disappointed at the time that the new version didn't make noise. Of course, it does - but now, it uses batteries, oh yay! (The old version ran on compressed air, and possibly brontosaurus spit.)

Ray decided to clean the farm up and let Eamon play with it today. I have to admit that Ray and I were also sad that the little rooster at the top seemed to play "Old McDonald" now, instead of crowing. I left Ray and Eamon playing with the toy, and came back to Ray poking it every which way. Eamon had somehow gotten the thing to crow, and it was driving Ray nuts. We ended up stealing the barn from Eamon until we figured out how to make it crow. Good parenting, that. We did give him some toy animals to eat in the meantime. Really...

Anyway, I took some pictures that I was planning to save until I thought my father had earned them. Missy, you'll be impressed to know that they got saved a whole 12 hours. Here you go, Dad.

Eamon enjoying the farm. (For those of you on memory lane, the little things on the sides are just sliders. And now the hay bale at the top shoots the little people out the sides (the hole you can see in the roof), so that's fun.. and a great example for the kids...)

Wait, Eamon, what's that you're eating?

Is that...a pig?

What's that you say? The pig is just as tasty as... a Dad?

Hmmm....

Five months

Eamon turned five months old yesterday.

Oh, really?

For those of you with no interest in milestones, you can skip this list and just look at the pretty pictures, if you wish (like I can control your mouse!). But, because I think his grandparents care (and, honestly, so I can remember), he:

Sleeps: pretty well most nights, only up a couple of times for food. Occasionally even naps in the crib (with the swing as his last resort).

Eats: rice cereal, avocados, sweet potatoes (his favorite so far), and maybe oatmeal (not sure how that went yesterday...will try again later). Sort of uses a sippy cup, as he has no interest in the bottle.

Can hold a conversation in babbles (no consonants yet), and laughs (particularly for belly tickling).

Stands: well, when held (and has for a while). He's not up to holding himself up with his hands, but if you prop him near the couch, he'll lean in and hang on with his mouth. That's my child... so proud.

Sits: sorta, when placed.

Rolls over - Onto his stomach: well. Back: not so much. About three times a day.. still filing that under "even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.."

Lifts his head up when he's on his stomach (finally).

Reaches: for anything, passes it back and forth- and puts in in his mouth, if possible. But still eats his toes.

And has the beginnings of his first tooth. Top left canine? Not quite sure. We shall call it fang.

Fang doesn't like to be photographed, sorry.

Yum.

Eamon decided he likes avocados - but only if he can feed himself.

Amazingly, that's cleaner in the photo than reality. I see lots of laundry in our future.

Good thing he got more clothes for Ray's father's day gift (thanks for the help, Jen!)