Wednesday, December 31, 2008
There's another great one of the baby's hand, but we aren't sure if he's showing us that he can Hang Ten, or if he's headed to the University of Texas. Or that he's already into Metallica.
Our tech assured us that she had a great track record when it came to getting the baby to give up the goods and after we measured all parts and checked the important bits, she let us know that the baby weighed in at 10 ounces.
Kevin asked if that was a center, or a point guard. I said I thought it meant musical theatre, and Kevin replied that he didn't care if our son was gay, as long as he wasn't a Dodger fan.
So! Scarlett gets a baby brother, and I get to go shopping for lots of little blue sleepers.
Her are some Christmas pictures...just in time for New Years. I'm still struggling with the size of these photos. I swear this camera is going to end up costing us a new computer.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Scarlett dropped my camera on Saturday morning, bending the lens in the out position. It is not working. Which may or may not be because I tried to fix it. I'm trying to figure out if this means God wants me to go to Costco and pick up the digital SLR I really want.
Except that, and you'll have to trust me on this, a Canon Rebel XSi is slightly more expensive than a Turtle Sundae.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Or, maybe "Back!" or even "Mom!"
And when I watch this video, I honestly wonder how anyone could have any dog than a pug. Ok, I also wonder how anyone else could possibly think their kid is as cute as mine.
I sense I am a teensy bit biased.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Baby Frank 2.0. Arriving stores May '09.
I've been collecting stories from my friends about being pregnant while parenting a toddler. I use "parenting" loosely. Not sure if passing out on the beanbag in the playroom while Alice and Scarlett use me as their own personal climbing wall is going to win me any mommy awards.
Anyway, hope everyone finds this news as exciting as we do. I can't wait to add real pictures of #2, although I think we all know exactly how many pictures get taken of the second, as unbearably cute as they may actually be. This ultrasound picture might be the only one in it's baby book.
Monday, November 3, 2008
In the past week, Scarlett has taken off with walking. It makes my life both much easier, and much harder. But by harder, I mean "the best harder ever."
Although we did have a laugh at music class when I ruefully mentioned to her teacher, Miss Amanda, "Remember when she paid attention? Last week, when she couldn't walk?"
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I had visions of these adorable pictures of my big bad wolf, and my one little pig, and maybe even snapping a picture cute enough for a holiday card, but my subjects were a little less than cooperative. Particularly the one in pink, who made it clear from the outset that she was participating under protest, and that wearing such a monstrosity was clearly against some sort of union rule.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Today she got her very own birthday cake, but again, mistakes were made. She probably shouldn't have tagged along to the bakery, because all day we heard "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAKE!!" Couldn't really grasp why we were just letting this perfectly good cake sit on the counter. What are we, stupid? CAKE. Then the whole crown thing. Clearly, I am not so smart.
To be serious for just one moment [I know. It's uncomfortable for me too. Bear with me.] I have to reflect a little on this past year. Scarlett has never ceased to amaze me with the strength and fortitude she has shown in the face of adversity. She has been put through the ringer, and just keeps going, and growing, and learning, and making us laugh. She has to play catch up every day, and will for a while longer, but she has astounded us with the gleeful way she attacks each morning. I can only imagine what she'll surprise us with in the coming year.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Same farm. Same sweater.
Maybe next year she can wear it as a shrug.
I'd love to tell you that we've spent the last week touring in Tuscany, eating our weight in pasta, and drinking enough wine to sedate an Italian pony, but alas, the week was spent looking for the charger [Found! In the fruit bowl! Why was it in the fruit bowl?] and doing very mundane chores.
But today we went to the country and took a hay ride, looked at chickens, and ate Skyline. It may not be cheese from Parma, but it does come with a free bowl of oyster crackers.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Scarlett is still working on walking. She staggers a little further every day - today I think I counted 8 steps in a row. She will be evaluated by the physical therapist tomorrow, and I hope we'll be making great strides [yes, pun intended] soon.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The word from the Dr's office continues to be good. Scarlett's hip is growing properly and the x-rays are showing us pretty angles that make everyone very happy. Scarlett will also be starting physical therapy - I'm particularly keen on this development because there is so much she wants to do, and I'm not totally sure how to help her learn.
Next checkup in 3 months.
I'm so tired of looking at that stupid tree, and pictures of the stupid tree, that I'm completely ignoring the stupid tree that is laying down half on it's side in our front yard.
So, forget it. Instead, here are funny pictures of my kid, who thinks she's a dog. On the other hand, perhaps that's not so funny. Perhaps that's something we should look into.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Anyone still listening?
Well, yes, we've been sort of missing lately, and for the 2 or 3 of you that aren't local, allow me to explain. This past Sunday, we got hit by a hurricane. And when I think about it, the signs aren't good, because this year we've already had an earthquake and locusts. I dearly hope someones not trying to tell us something. Because I've got the feeling that this city is not listening.
Anyway, most of the city [and by most, I mean 90%] was without power. There are still traffic lights that are out, and some people seem to forget that you should still, I don't know, STOP [I'm not talking to anyone in particular, Mr. Yellow Convertible Mustang] at them.
We were lucky. We lost our big front tree, and a large branch in the back, but nothing fell on the house and our roof is intact. My parents still don't have power, and it's starting to make my mom a little crazy. She wandered into my house the other day muttering about Oprah, Wheel of Fortune and curling irons. It's all very sad.
I have pictures of our sad tree and yard that I'll post soon, but frankly, even with power, things are busy here. This afternoon Scarlett has another x-ray and hip check, the first one out of the brace. Then there are meetings and work and buying a generator so my mom can do her hair. Because that is way more important than the steaks and salmon in the freezer.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A] That chin strap is clearly a choking hazard.
B] The ladybug stamp is not made from an American Pediatrics Association approved ink.
C] A two year old with a bottle? Are you trying to ruin her for LIFE? TAKE THAT OUT OF HER HANDS RIGHT NOW YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, MOTHER.
or D] Plastics kill.
Ha! It was a trick question! There are NO parenting mistakes in this picture*, because this child has PERFECT PARENTS.
*unless you count the fact that to the right of the photographer, the TV is tuned to Spongebob Squarepants.
When I told Kevin that dancing broke out at the end of poker night, he sighed and said "Yeah, that pretty much happens when we play cards, too."
[Can I brag that I made that baked brie, and that it was so scrumptious that if you have us over for dinner anytime in the next 10 years, I will probably be bringing it just to hear you all oooh and aaah? Because I'm no dummy. I know when something works, and is actually so easy that the whole thing took like 3o minutes to assemble and bake?]