100th Post

In honor of my 100th post, a picture inspired by I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER.

Introducing....

Zoey!!!

Born July 25, 2007. Right around 11pm.



7 lbs 9 ozs, 19 in long




She has lots and lots of light brown hair, and really long toes. There's something about having long toes and being really smart, right?

Zoeywatch

Zoey was supposed to be here yesterday. Zoey apparently takes after her cousins and doesn't show up when she's supposed to.

I remember having a talk with Landon in utero about how important is it to be on time and that people like it when you're on time, and keeping people waiting is just plain rude. Landon paid no attention to my admonishments and stuck around as long as he could. Kathy had the same talk with Zoey and she apparently likes her current place as well.

Landon's probably been sending her secret messages about how AWFUL it is to be born and telling her to stay put as long as she can. He's saying things like "They pulled me out, and I told them I wanted to go back in, and they wouldn't let me, and then I screamed about it for 3 or 4 months and it seemed like no one was really understanding my pain!"

They're admitting Kathleen tonight, and starting induction tomorrow, so hopefully all will go well and by tomorrow evening we should have a Zoey. I can't wait to see her!

Getting Your Ducks in a Row

Picture it, you’re 9 months old, it’s July 4th. It’s been raining so much that the fireworks display that your parents intended to take you to has been canceled. What else is there to do but take your first big boy bath?

So your mom puts a couple inches of water in the bathtub, dons her bathing suit, and gets in with you. At first, you’re all, hey man, this is not where I normally bathe. But you decide it’s ok if it’s what you have to do.

And then… She starts handing you ducks. A fireman duck, a devil duck, a mama duck, 2 baby ducks. And an ugly duckling (a dinosaur).


You’re trying your hardest to keep all your ducks in a row. But it’s difficult at best, and really probably impossible, you only have 2 hands and this crazy woman has handed you 5 ducks and a dinosaur. And then it comes to you. Your sister has the best idea of all. And you stick a duck in your mouth for safe keeping while you try to deal with all the other ducks.

Either that, or we have the next Ozzy Osbourne.

This year carrots, next year cucumbers

Children eat more vegetables if they are homegrown according to this article. Soooooo…I planted some carrots. They’re growing!!! See these? Carrots! This is exciting, I can’t remember the last time something I planted as a seed actually grew and came up green. I’m jumping up and down and doing cartwheels, the very least you can do is clap a happy clap for me.





As much as I would love to believe that I could maintain a garden, I don’t have the time. If I don’t walk by my plants on a daily basis they have a 99.9% chance of dying in the first month. If I do walk by them they only have a 50% chance of dying, so they have better odds in pots on the back patio. So any vegetable growing at our house will have to be contained in pots. This year I’m going for carrots. Next year I may add cucumbers or tomatoes. I’m leaning more towards cucumbers, I don’t often need fresh tomatoes, but I may in the future.

Today's lesson (#2)

Put in your contacts BEFORE cutting up the habaneros and jalapenos for the carnitas.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I know that I haven't posted in longer than usual. I do have some posts in the works, they're good posts, posts with pictures even. But the last couple weeks have been pretty busy, and our home computer is fritzy, which means that any pictures I have on there are out of pocket.

My new job is great, I love it. I have not regretted this move one bit. I like my supervisor, I like the people I work with, I like what I'm doing.

Landon had his 9 months check up. No shots, but they did do a blood prick on his toe - and he didn't even cry, and neither did his daddy. He was 18 lbs, 4 oz - which is at the 25th percentile for his age and his height was 26" or something and that wasn't even on the chart. So he's got my short genes, I guess. The didn't tell me the percentile for his head, but it's always been pretty big. The doctor said to ramp up the food and try some finger foods. So we bought a bunch of stage 2 foods and finger foods, and I've been shoving everything I think he might be able to swallow down his throat, and he's loving it. Wagon wheels being a favorite. And last night he even ate an arrowroot cookie.

And the project of the moment is waiting on cousin Zoey. And waiting and waiting and waiting.

Monthly Newsletter #9

Dear Landon,

You are finally crawling. And I am learning to not leave you in places and expect you to stay put. I realize the attraction of the bathtub, but diving head first into an empty bathtub is not a wise move, as you found out…the hard way. You didn’t fall hard and the bump on your head was really small. But, your father is not prepared for what lies ahead with the bumps and bruises that are to come as you get to be more and more mobile.

Last week you got to spend 2 whole evenings alone with your daddy. He was scared to death, but I had every confidence in him. And he did fine. And you two bonded.

This has been on the whole a pretty uneventful month for you, so I asked your Dad when I could stop writing these monthly newsletters and he seems to think that I should continue through 12 months and then just do one every 6 months or years. So here’s the thing, I’m going to need something to write about and if you look back it’s been “you’re about to crawl” for like 3 months and then this month I got to write “you’re crawling.” And I’m out of ideas. You'll notice you've learned to really hate the camera, so most of your pictures look pretty sad. You are the only one who has control over that, I'm just sayin'.

So here’s a video of something cute you’ve been up to:










Love,
Mom