yippee

It's my birthday whoop-dee-doo!

Curiosity

Cole found a dead bird in my parent's backyard today. So he picked it up. I suppose being the mother of a boy, I should get used to this sort of thing. Disgusting germ-infested bird carcass aside, I guess I can be happy that he's naturally curious and wants to learn so much about his world. Needless to say, a mad rush to disinfect him ensued.

In other "my son is such a smarty-pants" news, Cole can now count to ten by himself. I'm pretty sure this is extremely advanced for a 20-month old. I'm going to keep myself grounded about it though. Before I send off for the MENSA application, we'll wait and see if his precociousness continues. Anyway, although he knows his numbers 1-10, he likes messing with mommy. Today we practiced while we were in the car and he happily chirped, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9......18!!!!! Hahahahahaha!". He just really enjoyed my emphatic and silly "NO!" response. What a kid.

The fish

Okay, can I just please ask that the people who feel the need to paste the Jesus fish on their car, please behave like you believe in what it stands for? There's nothing worse than getting cut off, or some other jerky traffic move and then seeing that fish on the perpetrating car. Seriously. Where I live, there is an abundance of these and frankly, it just angers me that this symbol apparently means nothing when it comes to common driving courtesy. "I love Jesus! Except when I'm driving, then I'm an A-hole!"

Preferred snack

I would seriously like to know WHY my young son enjoys eating the dog's food. It is probably the most disgusting dog food ever. Sorry Iams, but your food stinks like fish. It's grainy and brown, and though I realize my dog loves it, it turns my stomach. So WHY oh WHY do I constantly have to fish pieces out of Cole's mouth??? He'll stuff some in his mouth and then come over to me, mouth full, knowing well that he's not allowed to eat it. Then he smiles mischeviously, which causes nasty brown fish drool to travel down his chin and land on his shirt. Gross.

Minty fresh eyeballs

My son, who is now 20 months old, has become fascinated with the process of putting in my contacts. He'll sit up on the bathroom counter and stare while I put them in. I use disposable lenses and the other day I opened a new package. He took the empty container, poked his finger in it, and then poked himself in the eye. He then blinked rapidly and looked at me, smiling. "Tic-tacs!" he exclaimed. That's one for the cuteness log book.

whoah

yup. It's been a while. I guess you can say I've been to hell and back, but I've come out of it with a beautiful new baby girl.

Caroline was born Feb. 27th via C-section and everything went as it should. The day I went home from the hospital, a dark cloud of panic hovered 'round my head and I thought it would never leave. I have never felt fear like that before. The next day I felt better and therefore decided to ignore the feelings of the day before. Bad move. I sunk into a pretty heinous depression before I realized what was happening. To make a really long story really short, I'm now on medication, have sought counseling, and life is beginning to look peachy again. Thank goodness.

Here's my gorgeous daughter seconds after birth, looking none too happy with her new digs. "Put me back in my lovely warm and wet womb people!!!"


Here she is just a few days ago, much more well-adjusted to the outside world.