We love you!
PS- Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure the order of food introduction is rice cereal, sweet potatoes, Snickers.
4 years ago
Friday, October 31, 2008
happy halloween bloggers!
We love you!
PS- Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure the order of food introduction is rice cereal, sweet potatoes, Snickers.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
chicken little
Baby Girl got dressed up tonight for the church Halloween party. So of course, the obligatory photo session ensued. If you have visited our little blog on more than one occasion, you know that is the natural progression of events.
And if you've made the trip to our little corner of the internet more than two times (bless your heart!), you're aware that often pictures of Reese are accompanied by my subtitles. The reason for this is threefold. One, I crack myself up. Two, people say it makes them laugh. Thirdly, I am the mother, I gave birth to this child, so it goes without saying I know exactly what's going through her head.
Isn't she beautiful? Just the cutest chickadee that you ever did see? I thought so.
What is she thinking? "Ok, this isn't too bad, please hurry and take the picture so I can claw the grass."
"Oh, man. I really hope nobody I know drives by."
"Does this outfit make me look wider somehow? I feel like it's adding a couple of pounds."
"If only this thing came equipped with a real beak. I'd go over and peck her. And it would be hilarious!"
And if you've made the trip to our little corner of the internet more than two times (bless your heart!), you're aware that often pictures of Reese are accompanied by my subtitles. The reason for this is threefold. One, I crack myself up. Two, people say it makes them laugh. Thirdly, I am the mother, I gave birth to this child, so it goes without saying I know exactly what's going through her head.
Isn't she beautiful? Just the cutest chickadee that you ever did see? I thought so.
What is she thinking? "Ok, this isn't too bad, please hurry and take the picture so I can claw the grass."
"Oh, man. I really hope nobody I know drives by."
"Does this outfit make me look wider somehow? I feel like it's adding a couple of pounds."
"If only this thing came equipped with a real beak. I'd go over and peck her. And it would be hilarious!"
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
he makes green look good
Hi Isaac. I heart you. May I come see you soon? Rest up little man. You'll need it when I come and kiss you all over those cheeks.
Monday, October 27, 2008
an isaac introduction
Isaac Brewster Harrington entered the world at 7:06 this morning. He was 21 and a half inches long and a whopping 8 pounds. For any of you who have ever seen my sister, you can share in my awe at her delivering an eight pound baby. I have no pictures to share (yet!) but will get some up ASAP. Word on the street is he has dark hair and can eat like a champion.
They were all set to induce this morning at 6:30. But around 4:00 Manda started having regular contractions. A few hours later, he was here. Mom, Dad, baby and big sis are all doing well.
We are thanking God for a safe delivery, healthy family and the joy of a new life. Every good and perfect thing is from Him and Him alone! He is so good! Woohoo and amen!
They were all set to induce this morning at 6:30. But around 4:00 Manda started having regular contractions. A few hours later, he was here. Mom, Dad, baby and big sis are all doing well.
We are thanking God for a safe delivery, healthy family and the joy of a new life. Every good and perfect thing is from Him and Him alone! He is so good! Woohoo and amen!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
the silence of the lamb
Hannibal Lecter's got nothing on our baby. The poor sheep never saw it coming. Little did he know when he posed for his regulatory monthly photo with the Reester, he would be demoted from sign holder to baby chew toy. In keeping with the spirit of Halloween, let us watch the massacre unfold.
There he is. Holding the six months sign like the professional he is. Unassuming. Unaware.
Suddenly, in one swift move she swoops in for the kill. One hand latches on the jugular, while the other clenches his skull. He's as good as gone.
Don't let the bow fool you people. She means business. I haven't seen a set of jaws that frightening since...well, Jaws.
She's got body slamming skills and she's not afraid to use them.
*Since this photo session, the lamb has filled a complaint citing irreparable harm. His appearance in next month's picture is still up in the air.*
There he is. Holding the six months sign like the professional he is. Unassuming. Unaware.
Suddenly, in one swift move she swoops in for the kill. One hand latches on the jugular, while the other clenches his skull. He's as good as gone.
Don't let the bow fool you people. She means business. I haven't seen a set of jaws that frightening since...well, Jaws.
She's got body slamming skills and she's not afraid to use them.
*Since this photo session, the lamb has filled a complaint citing irreparable harm. His appearance in next month's picture is still up in the air.*
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
out to lunch
This week Dan had the great idea of going to the park for a picnic. The weather convinced me to take him up on his offer. Dan packed the lunch, I packed the baby and we were off.
It had to have been one of the most beautiful days of the year. The breeze blew just enough. But not too much. Otherwise it would have interfered with sitting up practice.
This was our backdrop.
And this, our ceiling.
The wider the spread of the fingers, the greater its path of destruction.
Nothing better than a little picnic lunch.
It had to have been one of the most beautiful days of the year. The breeze blew just enough. But not too much. Otherwise it would have interfered with sitting up practice.
This was our backdrop.
And this, our ceiling.
The wider the spread of the fingers, the greater its path of destruction.
Nothing better than a little picnic lunch.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
100 posts old
Tonight, I've officially posted 100 times. And in honor of this special occasion I will now post what has occupied 92% of our little blog: a picture of Reese.
I mean really, is there anything more fitting? I think not.
We'll see you at 101! Or not. You know, that's your call. :)
I mean really, is there anything more fitting? I think not.
We'll see you at 101! Or not. You know, that's your call. :)
bonne anniversaire a toi!
There's a birthday girl in the house! My sweet Mom is celebrating her birthday today. Hi Birthday Girl! In honor of her birthday being the 21st of October, I will now give you 21 reasons she is so fabulous. Drum roll please....
1. She's small but she packs a big punch.
2. She struck fear in the heart of every guy I dated.
3. She wears the same size shoe I do so I always had twice as many shoes to steal/choose from.
4. Her potato casserole. Have mercy.
5. In high school she drove me to school even though I made her late.
6. No one works harder than she does.
7. When she sets her mind to something, she will see it through.
8. She always has a bag of Dum-Dums in her office.
9. She moved us to New York City two summers in a row so I could pursue acting.
10. After two years of begging, she let Santa bring me a Go-Go My Walking Pup, whom she affectionately named My Walking Trash Pup.
11. When Reese was born, she came for two weeks to be with me. She washed clothes, cooked dinner and stayed up all night with the baby.
12. She lives what she teaches. She walks the talk.
13. Every night in the winter, she would fill up two huge water tanks for the humidifier outside my room.
14. For my 13th birthday she took me with her on her girls trip to Florida.
15. If she starts crying, so do I.
16. She's tenacious.
17. She's tough and sensitive.
18. She got us up, dressed and off to church every Sunday.
19. When she was a physical education teacher (and yes, that is the correct term) she would let us swing on the huge climbing ropes and play on the high jump mats.
20. She believes in me, even when I don't.
21. She went into labor with me as she was with some students at school, but she didn't go to the hospital until her work was done. By the time she arrived at the hospital, it was too late for an epidural.
I could go on and on. I love you Mom. You taught me loyalty. You taught me to grow where I'm planted. You introduced me to Jesus. I'm the woman I am today because God picked you to be my Mom.
I hope I make you proud.
And I hope I can be just like you when I grow up.
Happy Birthday!!
1. She's small but she packs a big punch.
2. She struck fear in the heart of every guy I dated.
3. She wears the same size shoe I do so I always had twice as many shoes to steal/choose from.
4. Her potato casserole. Have mercy.
5. In high school she drove me to school even though I made her late.
6. No one works harder than she does.
7. When she sets her mind to something, she will see it through.
8. She always has a bag of Dum-Dums in her office.
9. She moved us to New York City two summers in a row so I could pursue acting.
10. After two years of begging, she let Santa bring me a Go-Go My Walking Pup, whom she affectionately named My Walking Trash Pup.
11. When Reese was born, she came for two weeks to be with me. She washed clothes, cooked dinner and stayed up all night with the baby.
12. She lives what she teaches. She walks the talk.
13. Every night in the winter, she would fill up two huge water tanks for the humidifier outside my room.
14. For my 13th birthday she took me with her on her girls trip to Florida.
15. If she starts crying, so do I.
16. She's tenacious.
17. She's tough and sensitive.
18. She got us up, dressed and off to church every Sunday.
19. When she was a physical education teacher (and yes, that is the correct term) she would let us swing on the huge climbing ropes and play on the high jump mats.
20. She believes in me, even when I don't.
21. She went into labor with me as she was with some students at school, but she didn't go to the hospital until her work was done. By the time she arrived at the hospital, it was too late for an epidural.
I could go on and on. I love you Mom. You taught me loyalty. You taught me to grow where I'm planted. You introduced me to Jesus. I'm the woman I am today because God picked you to be my Mom.
I hope I make you proud.
And I hope I can be just like you when I grow up.
Happy Birthday!!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
sway
Hi Sweet Baby,
Something happened last night. I’m not sure if it’s the emotion of your Daddy being out of town or the exhaustion of a long day of work, for some reason I just have to write it down for fear of forgetting it. That it will be forever lost in the mélange of impending tasks, dinner menus and retreat preparations that’s swirling around my overloaded little brain. If I don’t document it now, I’m afraid I never will.
Last night you awoke, uncharacteristically at 3:00am. I sprung out of bed with all the energy I could muster at such an inhumane hour and hurried to your room. You see, there is a critical moment that occurs between the second you begin to fuss and the point where you are fully awake. If Daddy or I are able to slip in the binky during said moment, we will all sleep soundly until morning.
Last night, Mommy missed her window of opportunity. Your dark eyes pierced through the darkness, unblinking as you wailed. Against the advice of every baby book we own, I scooped you up. As soon as your head hit my chest, your little body sank with a sigh and the cries ceased. And then we began to sway.
Back and forth we swayed.
A sliver of streetlight was our spotlight. The ticking clock our rhythm. As its hand traveled through the passing minutes, I breathed deeply your indescribable baby scent. Your feather-like hair tickled my nose. Your delicate hand, stroked my arm. It was just us girls tonight.
Back and forth.
I heard your breath even out, knowing you were dreaming. In a week, you will be six months old. I lingered putting you down as the realization hit me. While we stood there rocking back and forth in your room, in the dark, memories clicked through my mind like slides through a projector.
Back and forth.
I started swaying the day we found out you existed. After telling your Daddy, he wrapped his arms around me and we rocked back and forth. Too excited to hold still.
Back and forth.
I’d sway in the Kroger aisle. Hoping to relieve the joint pain I suffered from a swollen belly.
Back and forth.
Just weeks old, in the wee hours of the morning, moving was the only thing that could console you. Sometimes you’d resign yourself to the motion of your swing. But you always preferred your mother’s arms.
Imperfect arms. Unsure arms. Arms of a woman attempting to chart the waters of motherhood. A woman who wouldn’t deserve you if she had succeeded every day of her life. I’ve made so many mistakes, Baby. We’ve had some long, almost unbearable nights. You’ve been so forgiving. As steady as our silent dance, you awake each morning with your radiant smile shining up at the woman you know as Mommy. Ready for a new day. A do-over.
You’re a daily reminder of the Lord’s mercies that are new everyday. And while the night might be long, His joy comes in the morning.
Back and forth we sway.
Soon I will put you down. But for now, while we can, I want to sway just like this. Back and forth we go Baby Doll.
For you are my daughter, I am your mother.
And tonight, it’s just us.
Something happened last night. I’m not sure if it’s the emotion of your Daddy being out of town or the exhaustion of a long day of work, for some reason I just have to write it down for fear of forgetting it. That it will be forever lost in the mélange of impending tasks, dinner menus and retreat preparations that’s swirling around my overloaded little brain. If I don’t document it now, I’m afraid I never will.
Last night you awoke, uncharacteristically at 3:00am. I sprung out of bed with all the energy I could muster at such an inhumane hour and hurried to your room. You see, there is a critical moment that occurs between the second you begin to fuss and the point where you are fully awake. If Daddy or I are able to slip in the binky during said moment, we will all sleep soundly until morning.
Last night, Mommy missed her window of opportunity. Your dark eyes pierced through the darkness, unblinking as you wailed. Against the advice of every baby book we own, I scooped you up. As soon as your head hit my chest, your little body sank with a sigh and the cries ceased. And then we began to sway.
Back and forth we swayed.
A sliver of streetlight was our spotlight. The ticking clock our rhythm. As its hand traveled through the passing minutes, I breathed deeply your indescribable baby scent. Your feather-like hair tickled my nose. Your delicate hand, stroked my arm. It was just us girls tonight.
Back and forth.
I heard your breath even out, knowing you were dreaming. In a week, you will be six months old. I lingered putting you down as the realization hit me. While we stood there rocking back and forth in your room, in the dark, memories clicked through my mind like slides through a projector.
Back and forth.
I started swaying the day we found out you existed. After telling your Daddy, he wrapped his arms around me and we rocked back and forth. Too excited to hold still.
Back and forth.
I’d sway in the Kroger aisle. Hoping to relieve the joint pain I suffered from a swollen belly.
Back and forth.
Just weeks old, in the wee hours of the morning, moving was the only thing that could console you. Sometimes you’d resign yourself to the motion of your swing. But you always preferred your mother’s arms.
Imperfect arms. Unsure arms. Arms of a woman attempting to chart the waters of motherhood. A woman who wouldn’t deserve you if she had succeeded every day of her life. I’ve made so many mistakes, Baby. We’ve had some long, almost unbearable nights. You’ve been so forgiving. As steady as our silent dance, you awake each morning with your radiant smile shining up at the woman you know as Mommy. Ready for a new day. A do-over.
You’re a daily reminder of the Lord’s mercies that are new everyday. And while the night might be long, His joy comes in the morning.
Back and forth we sway.
Soon I will put you down. But for now, while we can, I want to sway just like this. Back and forth we go Baby Doll.
For you are my daughter, I am your mother.
And tonight, it’s just us.
Friday, October 17, 2008
ice, ice baby
Okay, that title is incredibly cheesy, even for me. But I'm not sorry at all. Nope, I'm sure not. Because today, for your enjoyment, we here at the Hinton Home blog have a little treat for you.
And it requires no reading. The way I figure, if a picture is worth 1,000 words, then a video has got to be worth like a zillion. And if a post were a zillion words long, then even my one loyal reader (hi mom!) would bid me farewell. And I can't have that happening because I just finished printing Reese Rules stickers for her ever increasing fan base.
Tooth Watch 2008 Update
She loves her some ice.
To sum it up, Reese:
1. Likes to suck on ice cubes.
2. Knows her name.
3. Has mastered the art of ignoring her parents' requests.
Y'all have a great weekend and come back now, ya hear?
(Two years of living here, and I still can't pull that off!)
And it requires no reading. The way I figure, if a picture is worth 1,000 words, then a video has got to be worth like a zillion. And if a post were a zillion words long, then even my one loyal reader (hi mom!) would bid me farewell. And I can't have that happening because I just finished printing Reese Rules stickers for her ever increasing fan base.
Tooth Watch 2008 Update
She loves her some ice.
To sum it up, Reese:
1. Likes to suck on ice cubes.
2. Knows her name.
3. Has mastered the art of ignoring her parents' requests.
Y'all have a great weekend and come back now, ya hear?
(Two years of living here, and I still can't pull that off!)
Monday, October 13, 2008
is this normal?
Apparently she prefers standing up.
All the better to look at herself on the internet. :)
Tooth Watch 2008 Update:
According to one of our baby books, there are many symptoms that accompany a tooth. And Reese has had almost all of them.
Drooling...check.
Chin rash...check.
Cough...check.
Biting...check.
Pain...check.
Irritability...double check.
Diarrhea...sorry to announce it to the world honey, check.
Low-grade fever...check.
Wakefulness...checkity check.
Refusal to eat...nada. Ain't nothin' that will get in her way of a good meal.
Ear pulling...check.
Out of the 11 symptoms, she has shown 10. So it's safe to say a tooth is imminent, right? Wrong!
After the list of symptoms, the book says, "Symptoms of teething, however, often precede the tooth itself by as much as two or three months."
Great. So when will her tooth be here?
"On average the first tooth arrives sometime during the seventh month, although it can rear its pearly white head as early as three months, as late as twelve, or in rare instances, even earlier or later."
So, if my math is correct a child could start teething somewhere between her first month of life and her 13 month birthday. Thanks a lot baby book. Not only have you told me what I could have guessed myself, you gave me a head ache and a tooth ache in the process.
Anybody got a Magic 8 ball I could use?
Revised Tooth Watch 2008 Update:
Outlook not so good.
All the better to look at herself on the internet. :)
Tooth Watch 2008 Update:
According to one of our baby books, there are many symptoms that accompany a tooth. And Reese has had almost all of them.
Drooling...check.
Chin rash...check.
Cough...check.
Biting...check.
Pain...check.
Irritability...double check.
Diarrhea...sorry to announce it to the world honey, check.
Low-grade fever...check.
Wakefulness...checkity check.
Refusal to eat...nada. Ain't nothin' that will get in her way of a good meal.
Ear pulling...check.
Out of the 11 symptoms, she has shown 10. So it's safe to say a tooth is imminent, right? Wrong!
After the list of symptoms, the book says, "Symptoms of teething, however, often precede the tooth itself by as much as two or three months."
Great. So when will her tooth be here?
"On average the first tooth arrives sometime during the seventh month, although it can rear its pearly white head as early as three months, as late as twelve, or in rare instances, even earlier or later."
So, if my math is correct a child could start teething somewhere between her first month of life and her 13 month birthday. Thanks a lot baby book. Not only have you told me what I could have guessed myself, you gave me a head ache and a tooth ache in the process.
Anybody got a Magic 8 ball I could use?
Revised Tooth Watch 2008 Update:
Outlook not so good.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
picking pumpkins
Today we took the Reester to a pumpkin patch. And by pumpkin patch I mean the Mother-of-All pumpkin patches. There were shops and restaurants and pony rides. You could get your face painted, your picture taken and your pumpkin tattooed, if your little heart so desired.
I laid out the outfits last night in advance for our official Hinton Fall Kick-Off, that's how much I was looking forward to it. Not only did each family member's clothing need to be of the appropriate fall variety, but they also had to complement one another as I was bound and determined to get a family picture of us posed among the mums and hay. Reese wore a light pink onesie with flowers on the collar and brown corderoy pants. She was a doll baby. The bow in her hat was the perfect shade that accentuated her socks. (I realize I'm boring you with these details. But someday when we have multiple children I'm dragging out the door, on a prayer they're wearing any top and any sort of bottoms, I'll read this and scoff at how preoccupied I could afford to be with matching an only child's wardrobe.)
As we loaded up the car, the air was, well it was a bit warmer than I had hoped. But we were going to suck it up, because daggum we are Hintons and we were going to make some fabulous memories even if the day ends with heat strokes all around. Upon arrival, Dan didn't even have to ask where our first destination was. We descended upon that poor photographer like nobody's business. Hurridley I filled out the paperwork and gave her the money. No time to spare because my baby's cheeks weren't getting any less pink. I promised Baby Girl that I'd relieve her of her misery just as soon as the camera clicked.
Wouldn't you know, as we walked away from the photography area, we saw some friends. So I couldn't disrobe my child right then and there, because they've never seen her before and her fabulous outfit was just so fabulous. I had to show her off.
After we feasted on a lunch of corn dogs and root beer, we took a hay ride out to the pumpkin patch. We looked around for awhile, selected two and headed back to the weighing station. Throughout the morning, we stripped articles of clothing off Reese's body. Her adorable pants had to go. The fall hat was replaced by the summer hat with a brim.
The experience wasn't exactly the cool, crisp adventure I'd imagined. We had to forgo the corn maze and hog race, because Dan and I couldn't handle the heat. We couldn't join Reese in stripping down because we had no change of clothes. And although the haunted part of the pumpkin patch didn't start until 10:00, that sight alone would have scared everyone away.
Oh, we did have fun. Even though Reese is wearing the same sort of outfit she did in July, I'll get over it. We were together, making memories. And I wouldn't want to sweat with anyone else.
Daddo and Tutz on the hayride. She can barley contain her excitement.
Only the best pumpkin will do now.
Aw, one just her size!
This is my personal favorite. I can't look at it without laughing out loud!
Have a great weekend!
I laid out the outfits last night in advance for our official Hinton Fall Kick-Off, that's how much I was looking forward to it. Not only did each family member's clothing need to be of the appropriate fall variety, but they also had to complement one another as I was bound and determined to get a family picture of us posed among the mums and hay. Reese wore a light pink onesie with flowers on the collar and brown corderoy pants. She was a doll baby. The bow in her hat was the perfect shade that accentuated her socks. (I realize I'm boring you with these details. But someday when we have multiple children I'm dragging out the door, on a prayer they're wearing any top and any sort of bottoms, I'll read this and scoff at how preoccupied I could afford to be with matching an only child's wardrobe.)
As we loaded up the car, the air was, well it was a bit warmer than I had hoped. But we were going to suck it up, because daggum we are Hintons and we were going to make some fabulous memories even if the day ends with heat strokes all around. Upon arrival, Dan didn't even have to ask where our first destination was. We descended upon that poor photographer like nobody's business. Hurridley I filled out the paperwork and gave her the money. No time to spare because my baby's cheeks weren't getting any less pink. I promised Baby Girl that I'd relieve her of her misery just as soon as the camera clicked.
Wouldn't you know, as we walked away from the photography area, we saw some friends. So I couldn't disrobe my child right then and there, because they've never seen her before and her fabulous outfit was just so fabulous. I had to show her off.
After we feasted on a lunch of corn dogs and root beer, we took a hay ride out to the pumpkin patch. We looked around for awhile, selected two and headed back to the weighing station. Throughout the morning, we stripped articles of clothing off Reese's body. Her adorable pants had to go. The fall hat was replaced by the summer hat with a brim.
The experience wasn't exactly the cool, crisp adventure I'd imagined. We had to forgo the corn maze and hog race, because Dan and I couldn't handle the heat. We couldn't join Reese in stripping down because we had no change of clothes. And although the haunted part of the pumpkin patch didn't start until 10:00, that sight alone would have scared everyone away.
Oh, we did have fun. Even though Reese is wearing the same sort of outfit she did in July, I'll get over it. We were together, making memories. And I wouldn't want to sweat with anyone else.
Daddo and Tutz on the hayride. She can barley contain her excitement.
Only the best pumpkin will do now.
Aw, one just her size!
This is my personal favorite. I can't look at it without laughing out loud!
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tooth Watch 2008
Tooth Watch 2008 Update: We got nothing folks. Nada. Zilch. There is no tooth to be found in this baby's mouth. She had all the symptoms. Cranky, crying in pain, excess drooling, bad diapers, chewing on everything, waking up at night. The nursery workers were all in agreement.
So what's the deal? Mood swing? Growth spurt? Realization of her mama's incompetence? That alone could account for all the aforementioned symptoms.
In other news, remember when I announced someone else came to visit?
Here she is!
Jen was in town for a baby shower so stayed with us.
The Saturday morning she and Sarah were here, Dan made us all pancakes for breakfast. Isn't he the greatest? We think so.
Not only did he get up early to make us all breakfast, but in doing so, he honed some of his Daddy skillz.
(Have I mentioned his Daddy skillz before? He's got mad skillz.)
Check it out!
Granted, she has yet to learn you're supposed to eat what's on the plate, not the plate itself. But then again, if I don't work on this whole cooking thing, in a few years, she probably will prefer glass over some of the stuff I make. I digress.
Have you ever seen such a fabulous Mickey pancake? It's never too early to feed the Disney obsession people! (Pun intended.) The first time she watches Cinderella will be on camera. I dream of the day we take her to Disney World. Oh, I can see it all now. She'll wear her Cinderella dress and get Cinderella's autograph. Cinderella will wave at her during the parade. And we'll frame her picture with Cinderella and mount it on the wall in her room. *Sigh* It will be truly magical.
Do you think next time he can make a pancake in the shape of Cinderella?
*Off to ask him right now*
So what's the deal? Mood swing? Growth spurt? Realization of her mama's incompetence? That alone could account for all the aforementioned symptoms.
In other news, remember when I announced someone else came to visit?
Here she is!
Jen was in town for a baby shower so stayed with us.
The Saturday morning she and Sarah were here, Dan made us all pancakes for breakfast. Isn't he the greatest? We think so.
Not only did he get up early to make us all breakfast, but in doing so, he honed some of his Daddy skillz.
(Have I mentioned his Daddy skillz before? He's got mad skillz.)
Check it out!
Granted, she has yet to learn you're supposed to eat what's on the plate, not the plate itself. But then again, if I don't work on this whole cooking thing, in a few years, she probably will prefer glass over some of the stuff I make. I digress.
Have you ever seen such a fabulous Mickey pancake? It's never too early to feed the Disney obsession people! (Pun intended.) The first time she watches Cinderella will be on camera. I dream of the day we take her to Disney World. Oh, I can see it all now. She'll wear her Cinderella dress and get Cinderella's autograph. Cinderella will wave at her during the parade. And we'll frame her picture with Cinderella and mount it on the wall in her room. *Sigh* It will be truly magical.
Do you think next time he can make a pancake in the shape of Cinderella?
*Off to ask him right now*
Saturday, October 4, 2008
oh, hi.
Hello little blog.
I've been neglecting you.
I apologize, and if it helps, I've got some great excuses for all the non-updates I've been writing to you.
We think Baby Girl's working on pushing a "toofie" through her "gum gums." Hers a hacked off baby. Daddy's thinking of drinking all the infant tylenol to numb the pain.
Now see, if you had left well enough alone little blog, you would have been spared the baby talk. But you had to go and summon for a new post.
See if that teaches you a lesson.
PS- Go Tigers!!!!!!!!
I've been neglecting you.
I apologize, and if it helps, I've got some great excuses for all the non-updates I've been writing to you.
We think Baby Girl's working on pushing a "toofie" through her "gum gums." Hers a hacked off baby. Daddy's thinking of drinking all the infant tylenol to numb the pain.
Now see, if you had left well enough alone little blog, you would have been spared the baby talk. But you had to go and summon for a new post.
See if that teaches you a lesson.
PS- Go Tigers!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
tastes like chicken
Now I know what some of you are thinking.
"Hm. That baby has some of the widest fingers I've ever seen."
In which case I'd come over there and pummel you.
Ok, I probably wouldn't do that.
But if you went on to say something like, "My, what wide fingers she has," I'd reply with, "the better to give you a certain gesture my dear."
Ok, I probably wouldn't say that.
I might think it though.
But, now that you mention it, something isn't quite right about them.
Oh, but they are delicious. Mmmm.
Wait a second, this kid has three hands?!
Oh, thank goodness. It's alright bloggers. Deep breaths. It turns out that hand's attached to an ankle!
(If you ever mention the word cankle around my baby, I will hunt you down!)
Note to self: pay more attention to the feet during bath time from now on.
"Hm. That baby has some of the widest fingers I've ever seen."
In which case I'd come over there and pummel you.
Ok, I probably wouldn't do that.
But if you went on to say something like, "My, what wide fingers she has," I'd reply with, "the better to give you a certain gesture my dear."
Ok, I probably wouldn't say that.
I might think it though.
But, now that you mention it, something isn't quite right about them.
Oh, but they are delicious. Mmmm.
Wait a second, this kid has three hands?!
Oh, thank goodness. It's alright bloggers. Deep breaths. It turns out that hand's attached to an ankle!
(If you ever mention the word cankle around my baby, I will hunt you down!)
Note to self: pay more attention to the feet during bath time from now on.
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