Puppy Love

It was love at first nuzzle for this little boy and his four-legged friend. (well I guess it took Buckeye a few months to adjust...)

Spam Shmam

Today as I was cleaning out my email inbox I made the sad discovery that many of your kind and funny comments had been filtered into my spam box where I never saw them. My apologies to my faithful readers for seemingly ignoring your thoughts. They have all been published now and I will be sure to keep an eye on that darn spam box. I have no idea why most go to my regular inbox while a few get sent into spam. So weird. But anways thanks for all the love!

Dinner Etiquette 101

We have a rule regarding Eli and mealtime. If he deliberately throws his sippy on the ground then we don't pick it up. If he throws his fork on the ground, no matter how much he may whine and "uh-oh", and point to it, we don't pick it up. The same goes with food items. Once the first bite hits the floor he gets a warning. Any future drops result in the tray being removed, hands cleaned and the end of mealtime. It's a work in progress but he is starting to learn that we mean business when we say "don't drop that."

Well tonight Eli was enjoying some spaghetti and decided to pitch his fork in the first 2 minutes. He started fussing and pointing and saying "pease, pease pease" but I ignored him. After about 1 minute he gave up and decided forks were for the birds. He face-planted into his spaghetti and devoured every last bite, even licking the plate clean of extra sauce. I have to give him credit for problem solving.

And don't you just wish you could lose your inhibitions every once in a while and enjoy your food this much? This is how I would eat my Cheetos in a perfect world...

Wooa Nelly

Warning for parents: Car door corners are sharp and will cause gashes in tender skin. Use caution when loading children into car seats. Luckily, Eli knows he is plenty cool enough to make this band-aid look oh so good.

Pregnancy then and now

Well I've officially reached the 20 week mark in my pregnancy, which means I am halfway through this journey. This is where I step back, thank God (again), and give a huge sigh of relief. The 20 week mark is momentous to me in many ways, of which I wont bother to bore you with all the emotional details. It's amazing to me how different this pregnancy is from my one with Eli simply because, well, of Eli. Here are my top 10 pregnancy then vs. pregnancy now observations...

1. Then, in the weeks of the first trimester when I felt so very sick, I could vomit in a discrete and dignified manner, privately.

Now, in the weeks of the first trimester when I felt so very sick, my then 16 month old would stand over me and not only laugh but also attempt to imitate my retching and thus make himself laugh harder. Dignity, gone.

2. Then, I had the luxury of laying in bed for an extra hour in the morning after snacking on crackers until my stomach felt more settled.

Now, 7am is wake-up time and toddler's don't have a snooze button.

3. Then, if you were to ask me how far along I was I could tell you in hours, as in I'm 15 weeks, 2 days and 3 hours.

Now, I actually have to keep a written reminder in my planner of the weeks passage and I usually answer people in terms of 25% through, halfway through, etc.

4. Then, I invested in the expensive stretch mark creams "guaranteed" to prevent any evidence that you were ever pregnant at all.

Now, I slather those lovely scars in Jergens and just pray that no new atrocities will form this time around.

5. Then, I spent hours watching live birthing videos on Youtube and trying to prepare myself for my big moment by apparently scaring myself to death.

Now, been there, seen that.

6. Then, every day at 4pm was my "me" time where I would pop a bag of popcorn, make a big ole' mug of hot chocolate and kick up my feet for an hour while I watched Oprah, perhaps dozing in and out of consciousness.

Now, I can get 24 minutes of "me" time thanks to free Barney on Demand, if I'm lucky. Popcorn must be shared with a ferociously hungry boy repeating the phrase "moe pease" while clambering for a place on my lap. Relaxing? Not so much.

7. Then, I spent days writing and perfecting my birth plan and then proudly presented it to my OB explaining how I wanted things to go.

Now, I laugh in the face of birth plans. My plan is end up at the hospital and go home with a baby. Preferably mine.

8. Then, I hoped my belly would grow really fast so everyone would know I was pregnant and I could wear all the cute maternity fashions.

Now, I'm pretty much always sucking in and just counting down the days until my tummy tuck.

9. Then, I thought one baby would be a cinch. All it takes is organization, preparation, and proper planning. I planned on having 4-5 kids back to back.

Now, Eli struggles to understand my organizational needs. I am amazed at the utter destruction one child can cause to a clean house. I still want 4-5 kids, maybe.

10. Then, I was pretty sure I would like being a mom. I was pretty sure I had everything figured out already and could conquer parenting like I conquer home improvement projects.

Now, it's all the more exciting knowing the miraculous gift that birth and babies and parenting is. I certainly have realized that I have nothing figured out except that you cannot conquer parenting. You survive each day and pray that God empowers you to be a better mom tomorrow than you were yesterday.

Dear Julliard, this is your future

Yes, I bring you yet another Eli dancing video. Sunday evening as I was contorting my body to finish up a final coat of paint in our half bath, John and Eli were entertaining themselves with a little after dinner dancing. Eli has recently taught himself to twirl in a circle like a "delicate" ballerina. I cannot watch this video without laughing, and I've seen it many many times. What a graceful little guy we're raising.

(You might want to stop watching after the first minute, my video editing program isn't working and I couldn't cut this down)

Trick or Treat!

Last night we took the cutest little giraffe and lion for their first trick-or-treating experience. These boys were running down the sidewalk shrieking with delight and I just wanted to eat them up. They didn't care about collecting candy, just petting all the neighborhood dogs, and admiring the glowing Halloween decorations. I feel like it was just last year I was the one dressing up as a clown or pumpkin and hitting the streets with my dad and sisters. And now life's come full circle with my own child. It's so surreal sometimes all this parenting stuff. Shayden and Eli, you boys just melt my heart. Thanks for all the laughs.