December 31, 2009

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!

December 29, 2009

'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.

December 24, 2009

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!




December 23, 2009

December 9, 2009

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.