Happy New Year!

Yes, this is still the blog. I got bored of it being the same old colors. So we're playing around a bit.

Hope 2010 brings you much joy and happiness!

And a big, fat smackeroo!

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Sadie's first Christmas home and Silas's first Christmas ever was a calm, relaxing affair.

On Christmas eve we hung the stockings. Sadie's stocking is mine that my Grammy made for me and I made one for Silas.

Yes, I know the tulle has to be replaced on Sadie's. I had the tulle. The tulle sat on a shelf, mocking me, for many nights, while I held Silas the Colicky Baby.

Here is the plate we made for Santa. It's his treat plate, made of real pottery. Decorated with love.

We left Santa some cookies. And some carrots for the reindeer.

OK, Sadie, some clementines also?

I hope they're all hungry.

And here she is coming out on Christmas morning:

Santa left a note. It's only polite!

Toys!

Brother!

With a ladybug that he loves.

And Christmas wouldn't be complete without her first toe nail painting.

And I know you are supposed to take pictures of the kids in their Christmas outfits. But for some reason they ended up naked. I can't remember why. But I bet it had something to do with some sort of bodily fluid.

So instead of Christmas outfits you get birthday suits.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the Twelve Days of Christmas, the Universe gave to me...

12 Daily Diapers
11 Coughs a Minute
10 MLs Motrin
9 Thousand Sneezes
8 Thousand Bouts of Crying
7 Boxes of Tissues
6 Days of Holding
5 Sleepless Nights...
4 Doctor Calls
3 Steam Baths
2 Cough-Til-You-Pukes
And a Vi-rus in a Ba-by!

O Christmas Tree

Three's a Charm

Well, I will attempt to tell you about Sadie's 3rd birthday in 30 seconds. The 30 seconds I have before Brother starts his colicky scream again.

We went to Dancing Mouse. Of course we did.

We had cake. We blew out candles. Which were blown out first by an overzealous friend. Which was pretty funny, and didn't cramp Sadie's style.

Which was nice. 'Cause the last thing we wanted were tears and recriminations at a 3 year-old's party.

Then Sadie's mother forced her to sit outside in the record cold snap we have been having (20s!) to take some pictures of her in her beautiful birthday outfit her Auntie M & Uncle E gave her.

How could you not love this skirt?

Would I look silly in a skirt like this? Don't you want one too?

Doesn't it make you want to do silly things?

Like look through it and flirt with it and twirl around?

See? It does.

Welcome to being 3, Sadie. Enjoy the years where you get to wear crazy flouncy skirts without a modicum of self-consciousness.

But we are going to have to take it off to go to sleep...

Sorry, my sweet 3 year-old Monkey-Doo. I'm so happy you chose me to be your mama.

Even if I am mean and don't let you sleep in your fancy new skirt.

The Circle of Life

Sadie, while admiring the picture of a handsome dog and cat on the bottle of hydrocortisone pet spray this morning, says:

When my cat is dead I want a cat like this one, Mama. And Mama? When my dog is dead I want one like this dog. See this dog, Mama? I like him.

The sentimentality is killing me.

Don't worry, she's not quite sure what dead means.

I am Henry the Eighth I am.

At least in the cheek department.

Hopefully he'll be a little nicer to his wife, if he has one.

And here's hoping he only has ONE.



I don't think Henry was this much of a flirt.

Well, he did have 6 wives.

But I'm positive Henry never had the Flock of Seagulls hairdo Silas was sporting the other day.

And I'll bet my bottom dollar that he never was this freakin' adorable.

All Hallow's Eve

We had a nice Halloween day.

At a little theater downtown they had a free Halloween celebration where they showed a couple of kids' movies. And then we trick or treated on Main Street.

We had to wait in line:

But we got CHOCOLATE. Yum.

My child was uncooperative when it came to taking pictures. And by the time I could have gotten a nice one it was pouring down rain. We trick or treated just in the nick of time.

Sadie was Tinkerbell. Sort of. Since her costume was based around a black leotard, sparkles and green boas, she was like Tinkerbell's garish cousin. Who wears boas.

Man, this kid does love her a boa.

And Silas was a tree.
He just wore brown and we made him a hat. Sadie had decided before he was even born that he would be a tree. What a great idea that was.

And fitting, since his name meas "forest."

Fashion Sense

My child thinks this outfit matches.

She will pull out that shirt while I'll try to pull out some brown or pink pants and she will say,

No Mama, I has to wear the pants that match.

See? These match!

(said with amusement) No, they don't.

Yes, yes they do, Mama! See?

Oh, yes, of course. Now I see!

That is some outfit.

Off the Charts

Silas had his 2 month doctor's appointment yesterday. Two months!

He was pronounced healthy and cute as a button.

What? Don't all doctors assess button cuteness?

Well, maybe he didn't pronounce him cute as a button. But you can't argue with the facts, now, can you?

The doctor did walk into the room chuckling, though. The nurse had measured and weighed Silas before he came in and the doc had charted his growth on the baby growth chart.

Silas is in the 95th percentile for height. And in no percentile for weight. Nope, none.

Because he is over the 100th. Because he is 16 pounds. Because he is HUGE. Because I am already packing up a lot of his 3-6 month clothes.

He is off the charts.

And his percentile on the button cuteness charts?

Sheesh, you don't even wanna know.

Adjustments

A new baby requires adjustments.

Back to the constant nursing, the sleep issues (HA!- like we ever outgrew those with #1), the never-ending attention.

2.5 year olds may be high maintenance but they can understand that you need a minute. Babies can't wait long, so they get more attention. Your time is most definitely not your own.

But that's just us, Sadie has had to do the most adjusting.

After all, she had been the only game in town for 2 years and 8 months.

And then brother arrived.

This what she thinks of brother most of the time:

Though she will profess her love for brother out of nowhere. Occasionally. But doesn't like him much.

But hey, he doesn't do anything fun yet. What's to like?

If you're almost 3 years old, of course. I like him just fine, thank you very much.

I can only hope that the like will arrive at some point. I'm sure it will. They'll adjust.

Then they'll team up against us, their loving parents. Conspire to pull the wool over our eyes. Have parties when we're gone. Agree with each other that we're hopeless eejits who have absolutely no idea about anything.

And that's gonna take some adjusting too.

I hope that they do find that camaraderie. I hope they see each other as a partner in crime and love and support each other.

Even if they do drive us crazy sometimes.

Lousy kids.