I just realized that I don't have a single photo of Jack in his Thanksgiving bibs. I will have to rectify that soon by recreating some shots. OH NO! I'm falsifying my son's first Thanksgiving. In all honesty, we were having too much fun feeding him new foods. Now, before anyone says "oh it's fine he won't remember." I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. THE FACT IS, I WILL REMEMBER IT AND THAT IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT! After all, this is MY blog about MY life with some cute pictures of the baby. At the moment, my life and therefore my blog revolve around the baby. Ultimately though, this is about me. And I am lying to my anxiety ridden brain that recreating these moments will be okay for me to do. It's important for my few readers to remember that I worked very, very, VERY hard to get Jack and I feel guilty for every moment and milestone that I don't document. NOT FOR HIM. FOR ME. I want to remember these moments and as the time rapidly FLIES by, I find myself forgetting the little things.
Reminder to self: dump and burn Jack's 4-6 month videos as he's about to start crawling and it's important to have the space to record those first wobbly knee moments.
This weekend has been long. At the same time too fast. I have three papers due on Wednesday. One of which is a 2,000 word research paper that I just started. I can't write more because I need light and for some reason the lights being on after Jack is asleep gives him the right to wake up and demand playtime.
(I have to make sure I yell at Todd and that it's in print (because I just told him that this blog isn't about him). STOP READING OVER MY SHOULDER! I get all anxious and can't write coherent sentences. If you continue to mock me, I WILL post the video of you dancing on YouTube; you know the one, from B305 and you're all cute and wiggly...Take that stinky-mcstinker-pants!)
Jack's bedtime routine has been somewhat of a battle lately. He'll either go down super easy and wake up at 5AM because he didn't get enough food in him before he zonked or he'll take FOREVER to go down and sleep until Todd freaks out and pokes him with a stick to ensure he (Jack) is still breathing. Poor Todd.
I must admit that our concerned parent roles are reversed from what we thought we'd be like. Todd's the one that gets up in the middle of the night. He actually hears the baby. Whereas I'm the one actually next to the wall that separates ours and the baby's room. Jack is literally a foot away from me and Todd hears him before I do. It's insane.
I've said it a million times, but Todd is the best husband ever. Even though he has no involvement in the actual feeding of the baby, he gets up with Jack and will change him and bring him to me. Todd is the one that responds and rocks the baby to sleep in the middle of the night. He really is an awesome daddy and husband. I may want to kill him 20 times a day, but then I stop and realize that I married him for a reason and that reason includes his many flaws. This week's favorites include (but are certainly not limited to): looking into the diaper bag and not finding the pacifier bag because it's in one pocket over, always (this is every week) forgetting to put pants back on the baby after a diaper change, NOT PUTTING A NEW TRASH BAG IN THE CAN. However, I can list his good qualities too (beyond the ones already listed): offering to be Santa at the MOMs Club Christmas Party, going out on Black Friday to indulge my "we have to have our own Thanksgiving so we get sufficient leftovers but I change my mind and decide to make chicken cutlets which render no leftovers because we eat them all night" need, agreeing to dress in silly coordinating sweaters for the Christmas photos and endlessly putting up with my insanity. I love you, Bear!
How did this blog end up being about Todd...damn you and your paranoia. Go play CoD and get out of my bubble :P
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
SANTAAAAAA!!!
I know him.
Saw Santa today (I typed "satan" there a few times before I got the "Santa" down.) AND MY CHILD DID NOT CRY! He's awesome.
Also had some Chick-Fil-A and some tasty cupcakes. We drove an HOUR to get to Chick-Fil-A and it was so worth it.
Also had some Chick-Fil-A and some tasty cupcakes. We drove an HOUR to get to Chick-Fil-A and it was so worth it.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It's 2AM and I should be doing homework
Really...I should be doing homework. I have been saying that every night this week. However, blog design takes time.
In all honesty, I've just about caught up with my schoolwork. This is good. Now hopefully I won't fail. Maybe (but not likely) I'll be on the Dean's List again. If not this semester, than maybe next.
This whole going back to school thing with a baby is incredibly hard. I had a hard time this semester knowing that I would inevitably have to send Jack to daycare in a few months. My fears have been smooshed (because I couldn't think of how to spell qualmed...it's TWO IN THE FRICKIN' MORNING) as I have successfully made a new friend AND she likes my kid. Well, in all fairness, my child is incredibly happy and easygoing. IN MY household, he's the cutest kid ever. I'm sure Amy has a different opinion in her own household when it comes to her adorable little munchkin.
It seems silly that I make such a big deal about making new friends. The fact is, I'm a little...well...blunt and that tends to rub people the wrong way sometimes. I like to think that my bluntness is a good thing. After all, I'm not going to lie to you if those jeans make your ass look huge. However, my sense of humor has been known to occasionally offend people. I'm friendly enough but my directness and sarcasm make me seem a bit unapproachable. It's because of this (and my shyness to strike up conversation with interesting people because I seem awkward and weird) that Todd pushed me to join the MOMs Club. Have I mentioned how awesome my husband is lately?
I tend to bunker down in my house and complain about how lonely I am. I do have family and even some friends. However, they're not moments away. It's very exciting to not only have friends that now live close, but it's nice that our new friends have a lot in common with us. New parents? Check. Stay at home moms? Check. What could be better?
I now have a set social event every week. On Thursdays, Jack and I get our asses out of our pajamas and go to playgroup. This is awesome. Other new moms. It's so nice to be able to sympathize with someone that has gone through what I've gone through these last six and a half months.
Oh thank god it's Friday tomorrow. Can't wait for the weekend. Bring on the keyboard! Rock Band Sunday! YAY!! (because I don't say "woot")
In all honesty, I've just about caught up with my schoolwork. This is good. Now hopefully I won't fail. Maybe (but not likely) I'll be on the Dean's List again. If not this semester, than maybe next.
This whole going back to school thing with a baby is incredibly hard. I had a hard time this semester knowing that I would inevitably have to send Jack to daycare in a few months. My fears have been smooshed (because I couldn't think of how to spell qualmed...it's TWO IN THE FRICKIN' MORNING) as I have successfully made a new friend AND she likes my kid. Well, in all fairness, my child is incredibly happy and easygoing. IN MY household, he's the cutest kid ever. I'm sure Amy has a different opinion in her own household when it comes to her adorable little munchkin.
It seems silly that I make such a big deal about making new friends. The fact is, I'm a little...well...blunt and that tends to rub people the wrong way sometimes. I like to think that my bluntness is a good thing. After all, I'm not going to lie to you if those jeans make your ass look huge. However, my sense of humor has been known to occasionally offend people. I'm friendly enough but my directness and sarcasm make me seem a bit unapproachable. It's because of this (and my shyness to strike up conversation with interesting people because I seem awkward and weird) that Todd pushed me to join the MOMs Club. Have I mentioned how awesome my husband is lately?
I tend to bunker down in my house and complain about how lonely I am. I do have family and even some friends. However, they're not moments away. It's very exciting to not only have friends that now live close, but it's nice that our new friends have a lot in common with us. New parents? Check. Stay at home moms? Check. What could be better?
I now have a set social event every week. On Thursdays, Jack and I get our asses out of our pajamas and go to playgroup. This is awesome. Other new moms. It's so nice to be able to sympathize with someone that has gone through what I've gone through these last six and a half months.
Oh thank god it's Friday tomorrow. Can't wait for the weekend. Bring on the keyboard! Rock Band Sunday! YAY!! (because I don't say "woot")
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Stupid people
The best thing I did when we went through infertility was joining a forum. There is one particular thread that was incredibly interesting: People say the dumbest things when you're trying to conceive. Among them were "Are you SURE you want one of these..."
I'd like to point out that these stupid comments don't stop once you actually conceive (and birth) a child. While grocery shopping with my friend today, her son started crying. My son cried the two previous stores and I don't believe I got many funny looks and I tend to shrug off my baby crying because, well...there's not much you can do about it. I did rig up the Mei Tai to be able to nurse in public (OMG lifesaver). So, baby was crying because he demands his milk be a certain temperature (damn picky babies-Jack has to start on one boob and switch to the other at night or he screams) and that just wasn't happening in the grocery store. Understandable. Like Jack used to be, baby is so quiet that you almost can't hear him from the next aisle over. It's so cute and now I understand what people were saying when they said "just wait" about the screaming. However, some jerkwad cashier and someone else had the audacity to discuss, IN FRONT OF MY FRIEND AND HER SCREAMING SON, the most annoying sounds in the world. They compared it to torture tapes played while interrogating Gitmo prisoners. WTF? Seriously, dude, get over it. It's a baby. They cry.
Well, I was oblivious to this discussion because I was focused on getting us out of there quickly. However, I was appraised of the situation after leaving. I couldn't let this go. Well, my son had fallen asleep in his carseat, so I called the store and complained to the manager. He was very nice and understanding. He has two children and promised to speak to the employee that was rude. I can't stand for this treatment to anyone. As a mom, I know my kid is annoying when he screams. I also know that there's not much you can do besides feed or change such baby. Would these customers and employees rather we whipped out the diaper bag and change a dirty diaper on the tomatoes? Yeah, I'm thinking no.
This goes along with people being upset that babies cry on airplanes. They cannot control the volume of their voice. Much like these same people that cannot control their "inappropriate comment" section of their minuscule brains. I cry on airplanes and have been known to cry out loud because my ears hurt so bad. I remember one trip when I was 12 that was absolutely horrible. It was the same trip in which I moved to Washington. I was upset and crying already, so the pressure didn't help my sinuses or my ears. It was awful.
I really should write my art paper rather than post a blog. Oh well.
I'd like to point out that these stupid comments don't stop once you actually conceive (and birth) a child. While grocery shopping with my friend today, her son started crying. My son cried the two previous stores and I don't believe I got many funny looks and I tend to shrug off my baby crying because, well...there's not much you can do about it. I did rig up the Mei Tai to be able to nurse in public (OMG lifesaver). So, baby was crying because he demands his milk be a certain temperature (damn picky babies-Jack has to start on one boob and switch to the other at night or he screams) and that just wasn't happening in the grocery store. Understandable. Like Jack used to be, baby is so quiet that you almost can't hear him from the next aisle over. It's so cute and now I understand what people were saying when they said "just wait" about the screaming. However, some jerkwad cashier and someone else had the audacity to discuss, IN FRONT OF MY FRIEND AND HER SCREAMING SON, the most annoying sounds in the world. They compared it to torture tapes played while interrogating Gitmo prisoners. WTF? Seriously, dude, get over it. It's a baby. They cry.
Well, I was oblivious to this discussion because I was focused on getting us out of there quickly. However, I was appraised of the situation after leaving. I couldn't let this go. Well, my son had fallen asleep in his carseat, so I called the store and complained to the manager. He was very nice and understanding. He has two children and promised to speak to the employee that was rude. I can't stand for this treatment to anyone. As a mom, I know my kid is annoying when he screams. I also know that there's not much you can do besides feed or change such baby. Would these customers and employees rather we whipped out the diaper bag and change a dirty diaper on the tomatoes? Yeah, I'm thinking no.
This goes along with people being upset that babies cry on airplanes. They cannot control the volume of their voice. Much like these same people that cannot control their "inappropriate comment" section of their minuscule brains. I cry on airplanes and have been known to cry out loud because my ears hurt so bad. I remember one trip when I was 12 that was absolutely horrible. It was the same trip in which I moved to Washington. I was upset and crying already, so the pressure didn't help my sinuses or my ears. It was awful.
I really should write my art paper rather than post a blog. Oh well.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Technology rots and my son is awesome
Well, for the third time this year, my laptop needs to be repaired. A few weeks before Jack came along, my laptop started doing this thing where it would randomly shut off after a few minutes. We figured since the hard drive light went off at the same time, it was dying. So we bought a new one. The problem persisted until I wisened up and did something...I don't know what. Reformated after the new hard drive came? I can't remember. Either way, I was miserable. I was on bedrest and used ALL THREE consoles to Facebook and check my mail. We even fixed Todd's old crappy laptop that drove me bonkers because it's just so small.
Then, when Jack was just a few weeks old, I was making a list. I shut the pen I was writing with in the lid and cracked the screen. We had that repaired after I spent hours crying my eyes out that I had broken my only lifeline to the outside world. At least Todd's mom was in town.
The bright sides to both of these situations were that I was not in school. Well, now I'm in school. We were able to back up all the stuff, but it's been too stressful to actually focus on doing any homework. I know it sounds like a lame excuse, but when I get super stressed, I just kind of shutdown. I can't help it. Everything gets infinitely worse than it actually is and I can't handle the pressure. Honestly, I have no idea how I make it through school and this semester has yet again proven to me THAT IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO TAKE ALL ONLINE COURSES! It's too stressful and if something goes wrong, I'm basically screwed.
On a much, much, much happier note, Jack is rolling over like a super champ. I'm simply amazed at how milestones are reached in babydom. I don't think that's a word. Oh, well, it is now. First, Jack went from laying on his back and hating tummy time to kind of rolling 3/4 of the way over to rolling all the way over. He played with simply rolling over and then getting incredibly angry that he was on his tummy to rolling over. And over. And over. He can make it all the way across the room. He first did this at our new friends' house. I think it was the newness. He won't really do it over and over at home. I think it's because there's nothing new to see. Either way, it's pretty cool.
After rolling over once and before continuously rolling over, Jack learned to sit up. This was another "all of the sudden" activities. One minute he fell over, the next minute he was sitting up for a minute or two. Now, he spends most of his day sitting up in Boppy just playing with toys.
Tonight, he was watching Sara with incredible awe. She can pull herself up onto surfaces (and occasionally Jack) so I plopped him next to her and put his hands on the table. I spotted him, but he stood up holding onto the table for about 20 seconds before he realized "oh shit, I'm standing and MY MOM DOESN'T HAVE HOLD OF ME!!!" and proceeded to fall down. I was hoping she'd teach him to blow raspberries, because I can't without spitting all over him or myself and then we just look silly.
He was also watching her crawl. I don't think he was as fascinated with the crawling because he sees the kitties crawl all day. Well, they walk, but they're all about the same size as the babies. I don't think he found it anything new and exciting, but he was following her around. He wasn't very fascinated with the bigger kids either. However, he loves the grown ups. He just likes looking at our different faces.
The best thing about being a mom is that my son recognizes ME! If I hand him off to someone and leave the room, his whole face lights up when I walk back in. When I pick him up, I get the biggest baby hug ever. Todd's a bit envious because he doesn't get hugs as often as I do :) I have to admit, I love the feeling that Jack seems to prefer me. And then I watch Todd make Jack laugh his special laugh and my heart melts. I coudn't ask for a better husband and Jack couldn't have a better father.
Then, when Jack was just a few weeks old, I was making a list. I shut the pen I was writing with in the lid and cracked the screen. We had that repaired after I spent hours crying my eyes out that I had broken my only lifeline to the outside world. At least Todd's mom was in town.
The bright sides to both of these situations were that I was not in school. Well, now I'm in school. We were able to back up all the stuff, but it's been too stressful to actually focus on doing any homework. I know it sounds like a lame excuse, but when I get super stressed, I just kind of shutdown. I can't help it. Everything gets infinitely worse than it actually is and I can't handle the pressure. Honestly, I have no idea how I make it through school and this semester has yet again proven to me THAT IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO TAKE ALL ONLINE COURSES! It's too stressful and if something goes wrong, I'm basically screwed.
On a much, much, much happier note, Jack is rolling over like a super champ. I'm simply amazed at how milestones are reached in babydom. I don't think that's a word. Oh, well, it is now. First, Jack went from laying on his back and hating tummy time to kind of rolling 3/4 of the way over to rolling all the way over. He played with simply rolling over and then getting incredibly angry that he was on his tummy to rolling over. And over. And over. He can make it all the way across the room. He first did this at our new friends' house. I think it was the newness. He won't really do it over and over at home. I think it's because there's nothing new to see. Either way, it's pretty cool.
After rolling over once and before continuously rolling over, Jack learned to sit up. This was another "all of the sudden" activities. One minute he fell over, the next minute he was sitting up for a minute or two. Now, he spends most of his day sitting up in Boppy just playing with toys.
Tonight, he was watching Sara with incredible awe. She can pull herself up onto surfaces (and occasionally Jack) so I plopped him next to her and put his hands on the table. I spotted him, but he stood up holding onto the table for about 20 seconds before he realized "oh shit, I'm standing and MY MOM DOESN'T HAVE HOLD OF ME!!!" and proceeded to fall down. I was hoping she'd teach him to blow raspberries, because I can't without spitting all over him or myself and then we just look silly.
He was also watching her crawl. I don't think he was as fascinated with the crawling because he sees the kitties crawl all day. Well, they walk, but they're all about the same size as the babies. I don't think he found it anything new and exciting, but he was following her around. He wasn't very fascinated with the bigger kids either. However, he loves the grown ups. He just likes looking at our different faces.
The best thing about being a mom is that my son recognizes ME! If I hand him off to someone and leave the room, his whole face lights up when I walk back in. When I pick him up, I get the biggest baby hug ever. Todd's a bit envious because he doesn't get hugs as often as I do :) I have to admit, I love the feeling that Jack seems to prefer me. And then I watch Todd make Jack laugh his special laugh and my heart melts. I coudn't ask for a better husband and Jack couldn't have a better father.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
That thing cost 45 dollars!!! WHY ARE YOU EATING IT???
Every new mom has nursing bras. They're "supposed" to help make nursing in public easier by simply detaching the cup to allow discrete access to the nipple. Well, when I bought mine, I was 5 months pregnant, my boobs were HUGE and this bra was incredibly comfortable. It was also like $45 and I bought two. Stupid...
There are things that should not be purchased during pregnancy. Haircuts, clothing and mattresses. Mattresses are the biggest NO NO. I grumbled throughout the second half of my own pregnancy about how horribly uncomfortable our bed was and we went to various mattress shops to attempt picking out the perfect new mattress. Eventually, we decided to wait until after the baby was born and get a king size. So, I lived on the couch from February until May. It rocked. The couch hit my aching back and legs in just the right spots and the place where the cushions meet cradled my giant belly and I could sleep all night...minus the 3-4 bathroom breaks. Also, it had access to the good TV with DVR so my pregnant brain could rewatch the same 5 minutes of shows 17,000 times because I couldn't grasp what I was watching. Also, it had easy access to the fridge.
As soon as the baby came out, my bed was wonderfully comfortably again.
HOWEVER, back to the point. My boobs grew an entire cupsize and I bought nursing bras while 5 or 6 months pregnant and they ROCKED. Now, I realize that buying nursing bras when one has no idea what nursing will entail was stupid. First off...underwire. Sure. It's awesome for keeping the girls up for date night, but it's not very practical for nursing. When you nurse, your boobs fill up every few hours and you wonder how on earth they could get any bigger...well they do. A LOT. And underwire is not good for rock hard, milk filled breasts-it STABS them as though they're trying to rob the underwire of its money or...I dunno, copper. Then, as the volume reduces, the bra no longer fits properly and is constantly beating the baby in the face. I hope to rescue any woman from every buying nursing bras with underwire. I have lived in the sleeping nursing bras since I was in the hospital. I want more for Christmas.
So, having been peed on and spit up on my two favorite sleep bras, I was forced to wear the dreaded death trap that is the nursing bra with underwire. As I've mentioned, it's not comfortable for nursing, so invariably, I end up removing it to nurse. Where did I put it? Well I threw it across the room to attach the screaming, starving baby to my chest.
It's new purpose is a chew toy.
Jack has unattached the cup from the strap and is chewing on the clip. I guess it feels wonderful on his budding teeth because he's happily chewing away on it. He's eating my $45 bra while surrounded by $20 worth of teething toys. At least he's quiet.
There are things that should not be purchased during pregnancy. Haircuts, clothing and mattresses. Mattresses are the biggest NO NO. I grumbled throughout the second half of my own pregnancy about how horribly uncomfortable our bed was and we went to various mattress shops to attempt picking out the perfect new mattress. Eventually, we decided to wait until after the baby was born and get a king size. So, I lived on the couch from February until May. It rocked. The couch hit my aching back and legs in just the right spots and the place where the cushions meet cradled my giant belly and I could sleep all night...minus the 3-4 bathroom breaks. Also, it had access to the good TV with DVR so my pregnant brain could rewatch the same 5 minutes of shows 17,000 times because I couldn't grasp what I was watching. Also, it had easy access to the fridge.
As soon as the baby came out, my bed was wonderfully comfortably again.
HOWEVER, back to the point. My boobs grew an entire cupsize and I bought nursing bras while 5 or 6 months pregnant and they ROCKED. Now, I realize that buying nursing bras when one has no idea what nursing will entail was stupid. First off...underwire. Sure. It's awesome for keeping the girls up for date night, but it's not very practical for nursing. When you nurse, your boobs fill up every few hours and you wonder how on earth they could get any bigger...well they do. A LOT. And underwire is not good for rock hard, milk filled breasts-it STABS them as though they're trying to rob the underwire of its money or...I dunno, copper. Then, as the volume reduces, the bra no longer fits properly and is constantly beating the baby in the face. I hope to rescue any woman from every buying nursing bras with underwire. I have lived in the sleeping nursing bras since I was in the hospital. I want more for Christmas.
So, having been peed on and spit up on my two favorite sleep bras, I was forced to wear the dreaded death trap that is the nursing bra with underwire. As I've mentioned, it's not comfortable for nursing, so invariably, I end up removing it to nurse. Where did I put it? Well I threw it across the room to attach the screaming, starving baby to my chest.
It's new purpose is a chew toy.
Jack has unattached the cup from the strap and is chewing on the clip. I guess it feels wonderful on his budding teeth because he's happily chewing away on it. He's eating my $45 bra while surrounded by $20 worth of teething toys. At least he's quiet.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Time To Decorate!!!
Okay. I'm a FREAK for Christmas. Normally, decorations are up November 1st. However, I just joined a play group and it was my first hosting and I didn't want the other mommies to think I'm insane this early on in the friendship.
(We didn't always decorate this early. A few years ago, we had a bad Halloween. The prior year, we had a TON of trick-or-treaters and ran out of candy. The "dark" year, we had 2 and gorged ourselves on 10 pounds of candy for MONTHS. I said "eff this" and decorated for Christmas. I still decorate for Halloween a month early.)
IT'S UP NOW!!! We took a few photos of Jack with the penguin tree. There are approximately 6 ornaments on the tree that aren't penguin related. This is not counting the "filler" red and silver balls. The tree is missing an entire box of ornaments that I deem too fragile for life with kitties (and probably with babies, too). Once the cats are old and Jack is maybe 18, I will put them back up. For now, they're lovingly wrapped in tissue paper and stored until I find the cats aren't assholes. Yeah, that's right. My cats are assholes-even the girl cat (under the tree in the top photo) because they like to chew and/or floss their teeth on the bottom branches. Penguin goes NUTS over the snowflakes so they can't be hung anywhere that he can see them. In their defense, last year's first tree was possessed and would randomly fall over on it's own, enticing the already curious cats to chew on things they're not allowed to eat. We invested in a better tree with a sturdier stand, so I don't think there would be as many casualties, but I don't want to take the risk. It's a good thing they're not wire chewers like Link was. Penguin did bite through a strand during his first Christmas with us and I think he got a good shock because he ignores the wires now. Thank god.
We did get the rest of Jack's 6 months photos back and there are way too many cute ones to go up here and I've posted them all on Facebook.
(We didn't always decorate this early. A few years ago, we had a bad Halloween. The prior year, we had a TON of trick-or-treaters and ran out of candy. The "dark" year, we had 2 and gorged ourselves on 10 pounds of candy for MONTHS. I said "eff this" and decorated for Christmas. I still decorate for Halloween a month early.)
IT'S UP NOW!!! We took a few photos of Jack with the penguin tree. There are approximately 6 ornaments on the tree that aren't penguin related. This is not counting the "filler" red and silver balls. The tree is missing an entire box of ornaments that I deem too fragile for life with kitties (and probably with babies, too). Once the cats are old and Jack is maybe 18, I will put them back up. For now, they're lovingly wrapped in tissue paper and stored until I find the cats aren't assholes. Yeah, that's right. My cats are assholes-even the girl cat (under the tree in the top photo) because they like to chew and/or floss their teeth on the bottom branches. Penguin goes NUTS over the snowflakes so they can't be hung anywhere that he can see them. In their defense, last year's first tree was possessed and would randomly fall over on it's own, enticing the already curious cats to chew on things they're not allowed to eat. We invested in a better tree with a sturdier stand, so I don't think there would be as many casualties, but I don't want to take the risk. It's a good thing they're not wire chewers like Link was. Penguin did bite through a strand during his first Christmas with us and I think he got a good shock because he ignores the wires now. Thank god.
We did get the rest of Jack's 6 months photos back and there are way too many cute ones to go up here and I've posted them all on Facebook.
Playing with a giant ornament.
I'm not sure why this one is blurry. He has hold of the tree!
I can't wait until it's actually Christmas. I've already done a little bit of shopping for Jack and I know my mother-in-law is going INSANE for him. We're so excited! I'm glad that Todd is just as fanatical about Christmas as I am.
Now, before anyone gripes about me skipping over Thanksgiving, I have a penguin decoration that we call our Thanksgiving penkey because he looks like Tom Turkey to us. Also, how does one really decorate for Thanskgiving? I don't like turkeys and my house is already full of warm fall colors. Besides, what better way to enjoy the holidays than by being festive for two whole months??
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