I was holding Addie’s hand on the couch one night when I felt a rough spot on her palm right under her middle finger. I’m familiar with Cody’s callouses, he has lifted weights several times a week since high school, but Addie is only six and I haven’t ever caught her pumping iron around the house.
{baby babble} An Evil Baby Contest I Can Stand Behind.
Generally calling babies “evil” is frowned upon. But let’s face it, babies can be downright creepy (hello sleeping baby on a video monitor screen!) and if you have big eyed babies like I do? Red eye removal is something you’re familiar with. Now wrap your head around 175 photos of babies being submitted to a contest to find one evil baby to rule them all.
one of my biggest fears? deep water.
Cody: You wouldn’t stay there!?
Me: NO! NO NO NON ON ONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONO. NO.
Cody: But…
Me: NO.
Cody: There’s a water slide!
Me: Through SHARKS. A water slide THROUGH SHARKS.
Cody: You wouldn’t ride that?
Me: NO! WHAT IF IT EXPLODED!
Cody: If that tube exploded I would grab a shard of glass, kill all the sharks and ride a whale to victory.
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Could you stay here? (Minus the whole Dubai oil blood money middle of the Middle East $2,000 a night…thing.)
Nightmare Image Credits: Atlantis Hotel Dubai
{babbled} Memorable or Miserable? The Importance of Grumpy Kid Photos.
One of my biggest complaints about parenting magazines is that they paint motherhood as a well dressed and very well organized journey of perfectly balanced meals and clean, well groomed children. I hate to admit it, but many women are guilty of only showing the pretty and put together side of their lives.
sisterly.
Addie was meant to be a big sister the same way Julie Andrews was meant to sing and Monet was meant to paint.
Vivi was meant to be Addie’s little sister. There is a love between them that I have never, ever seen before.
If anyone ever needed proof that babies are sent to the families they are mean to be in?
These two are that proof.
This was just one regular afternoon of many in my day to day life.
My heart is so full it hurts.
{babbled} I Use a Crib Bumper. Kind of.
There’s been a lot of talk around these parts about crib bumpers. Illegal! Ban them! Danger! DANGER BABY! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! There has also been mourning over the loss of crib bumpers. Some of us have kids who stick their appendages through their cribs and howl until their chubby parts are released.
{babbled} What I Want my Girls to Know About Steve Jobs.
In 1988 my elementary school obtained 30 Macintosh computers. They were in a locked room and bars were placed over the windows so no one could break in and steal the marvels of modern technology. I wanted nothing more than to bring a nail file to school and flick off the little rainbow apple logo.
{babbled} We Switched Formulas at Four Months.
Vivi was born with what was diagnosed as an “immature digestive system.” We were told by her pediatrician that she would outgrow it when she started on solid foods or around four months. Solid foods have been started here and there with oatmeal, rice cereal and multi grain cereal all without incident.
{babbled} My Stance Against SpongeBob.
Addie has always been allowed to watch TV that I select for her in moderation. She doesn’t have free reign of the remote nor have I ever parked her in front of a show simply because it was marketed towards kids. Just because something is animated doesn’t mean that kids should be watching it.
tapping out tales.
So there’s a few growing pains going on around these parts. If my blog were a car it would be my old 1994 Nissan Altima. Still works, kinda. Should probably be overhauled and upgraded to a much newer model…but it’s just not that broken yet. Maybe an unlicensed 15 year old will run a red light and total my blog just like one totaled my Altima six years ago.
RIP Altima.
The biggest change is that I’ve added in links to my posts from over at babble. I sure do like writing over there. Keeps me busy. Keeps my brain occupied…which is doing wonders for my outlook on life. Just a couple of days I ago I started writing for another (I KNOW) babble blog…this one is about raising kids 4-8 years old. If you’re into math like Addie is (“SWEET! THERE’S ANOTHER MATH PROBLEM!” was overheard during homework this evening.) That’s just over 40 posts monthly between the two. Plus what I do here. And anywhere else I do stuff.
Speaking of doing stuff.
I take a lot of pictures of my baby.
And then when she goes to sleep?
I stare at all the pictures of my baby.
Oh my how I love these babies of mine.
I have my first of four appointments to have my pregnancy face lasered off with frickin’ laser beams (hopefully not attached to sharks) today. It should be interesting. And hopefully not too painful. And yield glorious and amazing results. No pressure though. I’m all about reality.
making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 