RIP hydrangea???

I've done it. I think I've killed the wedding hydrangea(s). At least the one in the planter in front. Maybe also the one in back. I know, they're supposed to look really bad this time of year, but I keep looking at all the other hydrangeas in the neighborhood, and none are so dried out and leaf-brown as mine.

It breaks my heart. And I guess we won't really know whether it's dead until the spring. All I can do is hope.

And I know how it happened. It was really hard to water when Seb was little and during those first few weeks when I wasn't supposed to carry stuff. Not that that's an excuse. I could have carried smaller cans of water. Or remembered to ask Steve to do it. Sigh.

Fingers crossed it'll make it to the spring.

because I know the aunties are jonesing

Our little noodle is two months old! And still a tall, skinny string bean -- 26 inches and 12.6 pounds. He's outgrowing the 3 month clothes already, and is even maxing out some of his 6 month footed pajamas. But anything bigger and he squirms out of the neck hole.

He's all smiley and can see things now -- he loves being on the changing table (fish mobile!) and in his play gym (dangly toys!) and so finally I got Steve to hang up the sheep in his crib. Yesterday he was so excited about sheep that he wouldn't sleep. But he's sleeping there now.

Here he is playing with his favorite zebra rattle in the gym.

Halloween

Our little dragon, and other festive cuteness. None are awesome pictures. Sorry!

He was a dragon! A scary dragon!

An uncomfortable dragon, maybe? Look kid, it's not about you. Smile for the camera!

There was the cute happy halloween onesie.

And mommy's little pumpkin had a little pumpkin hat.