Mustache rides five cents!

November 18th, 2004

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Oh yeah, he

How to gross me out

November 16th, 2004

Curl up in the blanket the baby was just playing on, and then lick up the white foamy spit-up like there isn

6 months old

November 15th, 2004

My little bitty baby is 6 months old today. He is amazing. He has calmness about him, that I cherish and love. He has eyes so big and so bold; I know they are taking EVERYTHING in. He laughs out loud, at funny and not so funny things. He has fat rolls so luscious that I could spend the whole day kissing them. He makes noises that sometimes sound like the garbage disposal. He has a big bald spot on the back of his head. He has black curls on the top of his head. He eats his toes. He flails his arms up and down and then chucks the toy that is in his hand across the room. He can roll over, but defiantly gets stuck on his belly. He LOVES eating avocados. He flashes me BIG smiles when I smile at him. He cries when I walk out of the room. I know he loves me. I know I love him. I am so happy he is here.

Mama on the edge

November 15th, 2004

There are just days, days like today, where nothing seems to be clicking along too well. On these days, I take a deep breath and just try to hold on and make it through until my husband comes home.

These days can happen for many, many reasons. I may impose stricter guidelines than usual due to a low supply of patients, lack of sleep or just being in a surly sort of mood. The kids may be tired, not feeling 100%, trying to see how far they can push me or each other, or they might just be in a surly sort of mood.

But today, as with the past few days, I have been under motivated to do much of anything. I have been feeling like I am suffocating under the cooking, cleaning, diaper changing, discipline, snotty nose wiping, refereeing, picking-up of everything that is dropped haphazardly on the floor of my life. The duties of the stay at home mom, for me these days, are difficult. There is no vacation time, no clocking out at 6:00pm, no weekend, no boss telling you at your annual review you get a raise for doing such a GREAT job. Today, this is a thankless and difficult job. Today, I feel like I want to go back to work, complete a project, be appreciated for my input. I want to work in an office with co-workers and a water cooler and I want to talk-it-up about The Apprentice, the Scott Peterson trial or anything else that happens to be going on in the world.

Today, my job at home is hard!

Eat Cake!

November 13th, 2004

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Happy Birthday to the BEST mother-in-law in the world!

Poor Man

November 11th, 2004

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At least he has a GOOD imagination.

Poor Man

November 11th, 2004

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At least he has a GOOD imagination.

Poor Man

November 11th, 2004

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At least he has a GOOD imagination.

Poor Man

November 11th, 2004

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At least he has a GOOD imagination.

Poor Man

November 11th, 2004

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At least he has a GOOD imagination.