Baby Bond Movies

(Read this post after the one below it, I know poor planning on our part.)

So, once we figured out that Aaron's costume was going to be more bond than vamp, I started thinking of bond movie names that could be modified with the word 'baby'. For example, the upcoming bond movie would be Quantum of Baby, instead of Quantum of Solace.

Here are the rest for your viewing pleasure. Be warned though, some aren't that great:
Dr. Baby
From Russia with Baby
Babyfinger
Thunderbaby
On Her Baby's Secret Service
Babies Are Forever
Live and Let Baby
The Baby with the Golden Pacifier
The Baby Who Loved Me
For Baby Eyes Only
Octobaby
A View to a Baby
The Living Babylights
License to Baby
BabyEye
Baby Never Dies
The Baby is Not Enough
Baby Another Day
Baby Royale

Quantum of Baby

Last year at Halloween, we looked around at the costumes at the Halloween store at the mall. There were so many cute little baby costumes. Of course this year, now that we actually have a baby, they didn't seem as cute. 

I decided since there weren't any cute pre-made costumes, I would make Aaron's costume. I figured a little vampire would be cute; I just had to find a black onesie and sew on some white fabric for a shirt and make a little cape. Then we'd slick his hair back, draw on a little widow's peak, and voila! Vampire baby. To make it even better, Alex and I would paint little bite marks on our necks and be the vampire baby's victims.

Imagine my excitement when, as I was shopping for footie pajamas (3 months old and needs 9 month pajamas??? But that's a post for another day...), I came across a little tuxedo sleeper thingamabob. It didn't look like the cutest thing in the world, but it would be a whole lot easier than making something similar from scratch. Now all I would have to do is make a little cape and we'd be set.

Unfortunately, the cape never got made. I didn't make it to the fabric store and the Halloween party we were going to started in half an hour. We figured the little suit would still be ok just by itself.

However, once we got it on him, it was waaay cuter than it looked on the hanger, and we knew he wasn't a vampire baby. He was Bond. Baby Bond. And he put Daniel Craig to shame.

The ladies just can't stay away from Baby Bond

In the clutches of his arch nemesis, Daddy No

Heading to the poker table

"Milk Martini. Shaken, not stirred."

In the BMW stroller

A little hung over after a night of partying and womanizing

This one was just too funny not to include

NaNoWriMo

Question: What do Jo and Alex do for fun when they have very little free time?

Answer: Write novels, of course!

November is National Novel Writing Month, and we've decided to join the ranks of the lunatics who attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. It's going to be crazy. And awesome. And everyone that reads this should do it with us.

If, at the end of all this, you are interested in reading our masterpieces, just check us out on the New York Time's Bestseller list sometime next year.

Speaking of pictures...

Here's a cute one of Aaron in the bath.

That is all.

The Daily Jo

Despite the fact that this is called the "Jo and Alex" blog, we all know it's really the "Aaron and Sometimes His Parents" blog. So, to save any grandparents/interested parties from having to read spiels about Max Payne or the like when really all they want to see is pictures of the baby, I've created my own separate blog. Originally the idea was to post something every day (thus the title) just to get me writing every day, but I don't know that I'm actually going to have time to do daily posts. But, too bad, the title stands.

Night Of The Living Baby

Aaron and I have been having some breastfeeding issues. To make a long story short, after weeks of fussing and refusal on his part and lots of pain and frustration on my part, we finally visited a lactation consultant (twice in one week, actually, but that's beside the point). Among other things, the consultant suspected that we might be having a yeast problem. To effectively treat this kind of yeast infection, both mother and baby must be treated, as it can go back and forth between them. She recommended using something called Gentian Violet for four to seven days; all that is required is to paint the baby's mouth with it then nurse, then voila, pain gone! Sounded simple enough.

So Saturday night, after Aaron's bath, we give it a try. I dip a Q-tip into the Gentian Violet and swab Aaron's mouth with it, letting him suck on it for a few seconds, just like the instructions the lactation person gave me said to do. Aaron's tongue starts going crazy--in Alex's words, "like a dog with peanut butter in his mouth"--and he starts gagging a little, presumably because the Gentian Violet tastes nasty. I look at the bottle and see a funny little note: "Keep out of the reach of children. If swallowed, get medical help or contact a Poison Control Center right away."

Great...

Alex and I start panicking. Alex runs to get his cell phone and the number for Poison Control. I think there might have been some profanity involved, but I don't really remember because I was a little preoccupied by my own profanity and the fact that I had just poisoned my child. 

Alex comes back in with Poison Control on the line. Aaparently everything will be ok. Oral medications have strict standards, the Poison Control guy says, and whoever makes Gentian Violet just didn't want to adhere with them, ergo the warning. And Gentian Violet works great for yeast, he adds.

Needless to say, that was the end of the Gentian Violet experiment. 

There was one side effect, however: apparently Gentian Violet turns babies into zombies. Luckily, after a day or two of Aaron having a purple mouth and exclaiming "BRAINS!" (I can only assume that's what his goos and gaas meant),  the effects wore off. Now everything is back to normal, with the small exception of one pair of permanently purple footie pajamas.

Here are a few pictures of Zombie Aaron. These are actually from the morning after the craziness, so his mouth is actually quite a bit less purple than it was. Notice the purple jammies and the purple fists...