This is so gross, but I have to share anyway

This morning, while Ryan was crawling on the floor in Sophia's room, Jon noticed Ryan was chewing on something. It's usually a carpet fiber, so when Jon reached into Ryan's mouth and pulled out a wasp, he completely freaked out.

How completely and totally gross is that? Bleh.

I'll pause to allow you time to regain control of your gag reflex.

The bigger problem now is that we had a wasp in the house. Oh my god, we had a wasp in the house!

I've seen these wasps before. The first time was right after Sophia was born, I was sitting in her room nursing her and a wasp flew across the room to the window right next to me. Having a baby stuck to me, I just stayed stilled and prayed it wouldn't notice us. When Sophia was finished her meal, I looked for the wasp in the curtains and couldn't find it. I have no idea where it went, but it was gone, and I was thankful for that. During the past year, I've seen a handful of these wasps making there way through our house. There's been about three in Sophia's room and maybe one or two in the rest of the house. Always alive. This is the first one we've seen this season, and it was dead. Or at least it was after Ryan was finished with it.

Eww. Gross.

We've looked for their nest and we can't find one. We've tried to figure out where they're coming in and we can't find any holes to the outside. We recently insulated the attic and there was no sign of a wasp nest.

But don't worry; we have Ryan to clean up their carcasses.

Eww! Gross!

I'm trying not to gag just thinking about it. Sorry, I had to share. It is definitely time to call in reinforcements to handle this.

Jeepers creepers

I dropped Ryan off at my parents house Friday afternoon and while I was there he was trying to roll over from his back to his belly. This is tough for any baby to learn. It's hard to get the momentum going enough, so in order to roll over the baby has to actually want to get there.

Anyway, I stayed with him for about 45 minutes cheering him on, but he gave up and I left. As soon as I got home and walked in my front door, I got a call that he rolled over.

The cheering for Ryan was so wild you'd think the Flyers won the Stanley Cup, or so I was told.

By Saturday morning he was rolling over like a champ and by Sunday he was up on his knees creeping across the floor. I'm not exaggerating. It was a little unexpected. This boy is not even six months old and he's getting around. I'm sure he'll be crawling next week. He'll be walking in no time.

I've heard that the second child gets moving a lot soon than the first. My daughter was walking by 10 months and running before she was even a year old. She's a climber who can get up, over and down the most dangerous obstacles without batting an eyelash. I have a feeling that Ryan is going to show her up.

I'm in big trouble.