My Little Blue Pill

Chris and I call Liam our little Viagra when he is wrapped up tight in his blue swaddling Miracle Blanket. I guess we could call him a 50mg Zoloft (also blue, trust me), but Viagra seems much funnier. Went Christmas shopping today. Ended up with some outfits for Liam, (but they were on sale!) and lots more home decorations. Well Liam has soiled himself, so I must go, til later!

Hmmmm.....Not Really a "Kodak" Moment

We took 67 pictures of Liam in his adorable white henly shirt, blue overalls and vans. These are the best of the bunch. Seriously. All the others he looked upset, bored, sleepy, mildy retarded (I am so sorry but it is true), OR Xena kept jumping in front of the camera. She knows that when she sits real still for the "flashy thing" she gets lots of praise. And you KNOW the second I put the camera away Liam was all smiles. Oh well. Maybe the ones I intend to take of him in his Santa suit with the dogs sitting around him in their elf costumes will be better, but I kind of doubt it. Til later!

Oh the Humanity ! ! !

How crappy is your life, if your job is "the guy who crams the turkey neck up it's own ass." What does he tell the ladies? "I am a poultry proctologist." This was my first time cooking the turkey, after eight years of marriage and I was not prepared. My poor turkey. The indignity. The bondage of the legs! The yummy tasty breast piece... Oh wait, no that was improper, that poor turkey. I would like to take a moment and say a few words for the turkey that gave his 12 pound life for my family. Here goes. "Gobble, gobble. Gobble, gobble, gobble. And further more, it goes with out saying, gobble gobble gobble. Thank you." Now let's eat!!!!!!

You Woulda Thunk Someone Woulda Warned Me....

I am going bald. Yep it is official. I am about to have a receeding hairline. Nothing wrong with that....IF I WAS A BOY!!! I found like a dime size bald patch after losing tons of hair. I have been finding it everywhere; on my pillow, in the shower, on Liam. I called my doc and she said it was completely normal, post pregnancy hair loss, and not to worry it should all grow back in about a year. A YEAR! So until then I have invested in some great hats. Speaking of pulling my hair out, my dogs got bit AGAIN!!!!! The same ones, Gabby and Riley. Chris came home from the vet today and said, "Well, the good news is these dogs are pumped so full of antibiotics, if they get bit again soon, they don't have to go back to the vet." Greeeeaaat. I have included a picture of Gabby and her blue cast, guarding Liam and one of Riley acting like she is sooooo put upon because we are forcing her to lie on a soft cushy bed...Well that's all for now.

Happy Thanksgiving! ! !

Ok, so I am two days early, but I am so thankful I just can't help it! This time last year I was recovering from surgery and living in a crappy rental in a really bad neighborhood. The only bad thing right now is I have two injured dogs from--they got bit by the neighbors dogs, but they are OK. I will right more tomorrow. Til then.

Let Us Pause to Reflect...No Nevermind, Let's Not!

Look at the circumference of that noggin, is it any wonder why he got stuck???? I love the other picture because it is one of those take a picture with the camera at an arms length you know the kind, that half of the time come out really bad or you end up with a picture of your ear and the wall behind you? I know you know what I am talking about. Not only did I actually get both of us in the picture but look how happy he is!!!! My parents are coming to visit tomorrow, I am so excited!!!!! Til later!!!

PS [THEY'VE CREATED A MONSTER]: When I first married Chris his spelling and grammar were horrific. I specifically remember correcting one of his love letters with a red pen when we were dating. Anyways now that he went to the police academy and took like 117 hours on report writing, HE is definitely the better speller. The other night, he actually lectured me on how I wrote my blog with bad punctuation and asked me if I would like him to fix it.... That's so funny to me!!! Of course he was right, though. Hope you all don't mind my creative punctuation etc. but I like to write the way I talk. When I was a college English tutor, I counseled against using such "conversational English" but here I like it. Oh, my Liam is eating his blanket, gotta go!!!

In the Beginning....

Now that I know how to add pics, I'd like to add afew from his very first days.
My face was soooo swollen! His cone shaped head went away amazingly fast.

ARE YOU CALLING MY KID FAT?

We went with Chris to the barber's. The barber looked into Liam's stroller and said, "Oh, wow he won't be mistaken for scrawny." ....

I dyed all of Chris's white work undershirts pink.... Mama C, got me a beautiful purple shirt for my birthday,..... Yeah, enough said.So Liam is still Mr. Snuffles, but he seems to have gotten used to it. Want to hear something really funny? Chris and I didn't see each other much yesterday, yet over 80 miles away from each other, we both went to Subway and both ordered the exact same thing. You may think, huh, interesting coincindence, but let me tell you why it is pretty amazing. Since the day Subway opened it's doors, I ALWAYS get the spicy Italian BMT. And I hate it toasted. Yesterday we both got steak and cheeses toasted. So cool. I blame our psychic abilities on our socks. Yup, I said socks. I was collecting the laundry and Chris threw the socks he had been wearing onto the top of the load I was carrying. I started laughing, Chris thought it was because his white socks were mismatched, "I know, I know, the smaller one really sucked because it didn't go up high enough in my boot." I still laughed, "Chris," I snorted, "that is because it is mine!" (He wears a men's 12, I a womens 8 which is the same as a men's 6.) Not that funny, I am sure Chris was thinking, after all they are both white. "Look at my feet!!!!!" I choked out. I had the matching one one of my socks on and his---floppy on my foot, missing sock! Hmmm...maybe you had to be there....I am such a klutz today! I was sitting by the window and noticed a fly buzzing behind the blinds. So I get the brilliant idea to swat the blinds into the window in an attempt kill said fly. The blinds hit the window, bounced back, smacked into and then knocked my full glass, off the ledge. Oh, don't worry, the window and the drinking glass didn't break....the bowl the glass landed on did though! And the sugary drink I had in the glass went EVERYWHERE. Including onto Liam, his chair, my chair, the floor and the walls. That was fun. As I cleaned it, the very much alive, fly landed on my spilled mess. Sigh. Oh well.
Til later!

Liam's V-R-R-ROOM

This is how I decorated Liam's room. Today's pictures also include, Liam snacking on his new favorite treat- his right hand, the funny position he fell asleep in today and a great mystery which is: how can a baby that starts at the top of his cradle every night wrapped up tight, end up at the bottom of the cradle every morning???? I just don't know. Well, Liam is doing better, today but really tired! I am totally veggie-ing out today, watching hokey, scary movies. Liam's future wife Madeline Rose was born today to my friend Katie. She is only like 3 1/2 pounds but doing really well. That is all for now. Talk later!

If I was One of the 7 Dwarfs, I'd be Grumpy

I am in a poopie mood, because Liam is in a poopie mood. I am just not used to him being so whine-y. It is hard to get anything done because either he wants to be held, or he is adamant he wants to be put down-but he wants to stare at me. Right now he has his eyes closed but he is whimpering pathetically. Do you think he got bird-flu from his Halloween costume?....


PS Can you tell, I finally, after a whole year, figured out how to add pictures?!

My Poor Little Snuffle-lupa-gus

Took Liam to the doc his morning, he was so stuffed up and miserable. Turns out he isn't teething, he has a bad cold. The "tooth" Chris and I saw was a little blister. Liam has gained 11 oz since his check up days ago!!! He weighs 13 pounds 4 oz. So much for my worry he wasn't nursing enough! As you can see from the pictures, Liam is doing all he can to fight this cold.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???????!!!!!!!

CHAPTER NINE--WHAT TO EXPECT THE FIRST YEAR--THE FIFTH MONTH:

Drooling----CHECK

Chin rash---CHECK

A little cough (from excess drool)---CHECK

Finicky Feeding---CHECK

A lump forming under the gum--CHECK

Irritability.......you tell me: (Exhibit A above afore mentioned picture)


TEETHING??????? ALREADY?????? I should have known my son would be an over achiever! I guess I should be proud. Instead of breaking out the champangne I gotta break out the baby orajel, though....

Tucked in, Ready for Bed

My favorite picture!!! Now this is just a happy baby!!!!!

The Angry Duckling 

Me 30 years, Liam 10 weeks!