tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948801896253854172012-02-08T21:24:41.366-05:00the dew baby"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than you." -Dr. SeussAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.comBlogger737125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-56013011987937619542012-02-08T21:24:00.000-05:002012-02-08T21:24:41.372-05:002012-02-08T21:24:41.372-05:00We were house bound yesterday (by "we" I mean me, Dan, Sean, and Evan). Poor Sean woke up with the sickies and he couldn't keep anything down for a few hours. After a two-hour morning nap and a slooooow reintroduction of Pedialyte and bland foods, he was good as new. But getting him to lie low and take it easy for the rest of the afternoon was quite the challenge (!). By this morning, he was Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-17743164942988191542012-02-06T22:28:00.000-05:002012-02-06T22:28:07.341-05:002012-02-06T22:28:07.341-05:00Today was Legoland Day! And oh, what a day it was (!).
Sean was fine this morning. Ate a relatively normal breakfast and played awhile before we left the house at about 9:30ish. Legoland is phenomenal! So many things, animals, characters, etc.... all built with Legos. Lots & lots & lots & lots of Legos. And Lego characters running around for photo ops:
Sean & I rode a roller coaster soon Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-394218235844728312012-02-05T21:38:00.000-05:002012-02-05T21:38:18.984-05:002012-02-05T21:38:18.984-05:00We made it to Florida! Whew.
Evan is not nearly as good a traveler as Sean was/is. He wasn't unbearable, thank goodness, but I can't say it was an easy or fun flight. Let's forget for just a moment that the plane was overbooked and HOT. Man, it was warm on that plane. But Evan was bored and there really wasn't anything we could do to keep him entertained when all he wanted to do was get down andAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-92162789943410930222012-02-03T22:58:00.000-05:002012-02-03T22:58:57.344-05:002012-02-03T22:58:57.344-05:00Less than 24 hours and we'll be in Florida. Barring any unforeseen circumstances of course, and I'm simply not willing to hold my breath on that one. Seems Lisa has passed on her travel karma in a twisted way, and I can't help but laugh.
Twelve days ago, Dan came down with a stomach bug. I couldn't decide if I should kiss him and get it overwith or stay as far away from him as humanly possible. IAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-22833003642937908862012-01-31T21:52:00.000-05:002012-01-31T21:52:03.982-05:002012-01-31T21:52:03.982-05:00
The Van had his 15-month well-child appointment yesterday. He is totally healthy and growing beautifully. He weighed in at 26 pounds, 8 ounces -- diaper off (75th percentile). His length is 31 inches (30th percentile! He's growing!). Head circumference is 70th percentile. His ears looked perfect! And the doctor even used that word: "perfect." Awesome!
He received only two shots, and now he's Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-17126571365646053472012-01-29T14:00:00.000-05:002012-01-29T14:00:57.404-05:002012-01-29T14:00:57.404-05:00At 7am, Evan was a baby. By 8am, he was a little boy.
Daddy performed his first haircut. And Mommy didn't cry (yay!). He did really well, actually. Just sat on my lap, wondering what was going on. He looks so different..... so.... so grown up. *sigh* (I could not get the kid to look at me for ANYTHING -- he's just so busy).
Before:
After:
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-23503188540570727862012-01-28T22:56:00.000-05:002012-01-28T22:56:23.899-05:002012-01-28T22:56:23.899-05:00GAHHH! This week got away from me! It was Sunday, then it was today. Now I have to try to remember what happened during the five days between Sunday and today.
I took Evan to the doctor on Monday. He'd spent several days acting not-like-himself. Clingy. Whiny. Not eating well (!!). Normally I probably would've just let it run its course, but this time I really wanted the doctor to check his earsAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-29593493043326264222012-01-22T21:57:00.000-05:002012-01-22T21:57:35.484-05:002012-01-22T21:57:35.484-05:00
Saturday.
Kerry, Kim, and I thought it'd be fun to take our kids to the circus. Ummm..... yeah. We won't be doing that again at this particular venue.
When I took Sean to the circus last year, the arena was huge and could accommodate thousands of people, even though there definitely weren't thousands of people there. And the seats were chairs.
The arena that hosted last night's circus was Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-91806742002279098052012-01-18T21:43:00.000-05:002012-01-18T21:43:06.590-05:002012-01-18T21:43:06.590-05:00
Flights? Check.
Rental Car? Check.
Villa? Check.
Packing list? Check.
Kitty/house sitter? Check.
Day by day itinerary? Are you kidding me? This is a vacation!
I can't believe it's just 17 days away! The past several weeks have passed by quickly amid my preoccupation with getting the Vegas details hammered out. And now that Vegas is taken care of, I can sit back and bask in the excitement about Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-64875490974985049672012-01-16T22:18:00.001-05:002012-01-16T22:19:40.920-05:002012-01-16T22:19:40.920-05:00
I love a three-day weekend! And this weekend was no exception -- the last three days flew by quickly!
Saturday, Dan & I enjoyed a kid-free evening while Sean went to Aunt Janet's for an "excellent adventure" and Evan went to Mom's for.... well.... for sleep, really, because that's about all he did for the majority if his visit. With the kids gone, Dan & I did our usual exciting stuff: we went Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-71263155793785026432012-01-13T21:03:00.000-05:002012-01-13T21:03:01.465-05:002012-01-13T21:03:01.465-05:00Sean-versations
I was on the phone with my Dad and when I hung up, I told Dan "he's coming to town." Sean lights up and says, "Santa?!" (hee hee)
Sean: Mommy, I'm sharing my toys with Evan!Me: That's awesome, Bud!Sean: Yep. I'm letting him watch me play with my Batmobile.
I was writing short 3-letter words on his Magnadoodle and he was trying to sound them out to figure out what word it was...
Me: What Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-82511165783124507592012-01-12T21:51:00.000-05:002012-01-12T21:51:46.721-05:002012-01-12T21:51:46.721-05:00It's not like I needed a project or anything. I definitely have enough going on these days that it seems absurd that I would take on something else.
But I couldn't bring myself to turn my back on it either. A cyberfriend of mine introduced me to the awesomeness that is the 365project website. It has quickly become one of my favorite, favorite websites (second only to Orlando and Vegas websites, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-77728669122225718592012-01-08T14:56:00.000-05:002012-01-08T14:56:36.697-05:002012-01-08T14:56:36.697-05:00
Ummm.... yeah.... blogging FAIL in 2012 here. I know. What have I been doing with myself for the past week? Well....
Reading a book on my Kindle (Life From Scratch by Melissa Ford). I'm not really a pleasure reader, but that has kind of changed since getting a Kindle. And once I get about halfway through a book I'm enjoying, I'm on full speed ahead until I finish it. So the blog took a backseatAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-79288624203488367002012-01-01T22:00:00.002-05:002012-01-01T22:03:10.502-05:002012-01-01T22:03:10.502-05:00We're about 22 hours into the year 2012 and I can honestly say that I'm, so far, loving it. Not that I didn't love 2011 -- according to my Facebook news feed, I'm probably one of the only people in the world who actually had a wonderful 2011.... not for any reason in particular.... it was just really, really good. But 2012 isn't half bad either as of now. I spent the first 8-hours of the year Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-59269601139001376792011-12-30T23:08:00.000-05:002011-12-30T23:08:50.566-05:002011-12-30T23:08:50.566-05:00Today while Daddy worked, the boys and I enjoyed Day 1 of our 4-day weekend. We stayed in our pajamas for the better part of the day, we had pancakes for breakfast, we watched movies and listened to music, we totally trashed the place with toys....
We had grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch -- perfect for a cool(ish), gray, rainy day like today -- and Evan decided to practice his eating Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-8424130076388357612011-12-27T21:42:00.000-05:002011-12-27T21:42:44.407-05:002011-12-27T21:42:44.407-05:00
My "baby" (who is not really a baby anymore but we won't go there) is 15-months old. I still refuse to cut his hair because it will make him look too grown up, and I refuse to give up the bedtime bottle because I enjoy the cuddle time with him.
Length/Weight -- I don't know.... I assume he's hit at least 27 pounds though (his 15 month appointment isn't until the end of January, so it'll really Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-66851564232365640592011-12-25T14:53:00.000-05:002011-12-25T14:53:33.907-05:002011-12-25T14:53:33.907-05:00Santa Clause came to town and he certainly didn't miss a thing! He showed up about 9:30 last night and left us with this:
When Sean walked out into the livingroom this morning, first thing he wanted to know is where his table was, hahaha! The second thing he wanted to know was if all those presents were for him.
I actually didn't take ANY pictures of the present-opening this morning. I took a Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-13814731321120960132011-12-23T21:57:00.000-05:002011-12-23T21:57:34.460-05:002011-12-23T21:57:34.460-05:00Oh Sean.
Sean, Sean, Sean. Whatever will I do with him? Never a dull moment in this house with him in it.
After nap this afternoon, I instructed him to get dressed so we could leave to go to Aunt Becky's. He and Evan go into his room and close the door. About five minutes later when he hasn't come out, I suspect he's gotten distracted so I peek in. Here's what I see:
He's naked from the waistAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-24610819120539152372011-12-19T21:08:00.002-05:002011-12-19T21:09:43.139-05:002011-12-19T21:09:43.139-05:00Check it out -- CUTE OVERLOAD!!!
Click here to view this videoAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-17907295418795517742011-12-18T22:41:00.000-05:002011-12-18T22:41:55.433-05:002011-12-18T22:41:55.433-05:00Le film de soir: Alvin and the Chipmunks. It's funny every time!
Seven days till Christmas and we're almost ready. Almost. I'm done Christmas shopping, which, in a weird way, bums me out because I had fun Christmas shopping.
I've been nagging Dan to hang up our Christmas lights in the livingroom, but it's still not done. Yet. They will be hung by Christmas, even if they only stay up three days, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-90608816463953524602011-12-17T21:44:00.001-05:002011-12-17T21:46:17.162-05:002011-12-17T21:46:17.162-05:00
Dan & I went to see Rock of Ages this afternoon. There's nothing like going on a date with your husband of 8 years, to a live musical performance that takes you back so far you would swear it's your first date with the guy. I was waiting for that slow "yawn & stretch" that ends with his arm around me. And I had to catch my bearings during the intermission when we were discussing the two kids we Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-77072278276369547732011-12-16T20:16:00.000-05:002011-12-16T20:16:57.711-05:002011-12-16T20:16:57.711-05:00
We decided to go to the mall after work tonight to let the kids see Santa. I think a bomb could've gone off and Evan wouldn't have looked away from The Jolly Dude. He was either fascinated by him or he didn't trust him (or both), I'm not sure. But I took 18 pictures while the boys were on Santa's lap, and Evan wasn't looking forward even once. There was nothing taking his eyes off that guy, Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-89798047541365157152011-12-14T22:13:00.000-05:002011-12-14T22:13:47.167-05:002011-12-14T22:13:47.167-05:00Sean-versations
Sean: Why do you not feel good, Daddy?
Dan: I think I ate something funny, Bud.
Sean: Did you eat a laughing chipmunk?
I didn't hear this particular conversation but I was told about it and it's too funny to not write down.
Sean to my Grandma: Nana, can I have a cookie?
Grandma: You have to ask your Mommy.
Sean: But I'd rather ask you.
(The kid is no fool)
Me: Look Bud, I'm standing under Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-59502142409571858342011-12-13T21:44:00.000-05:002011-12-13T21:44:17.448-05:002011-12-13T21:44:17.448-05:00Once upon a time there was a girl named Amy.
Amy's Mom went on a cruise to Aruba and Amy missed her.
The end.
(PS -- I'm in the process of uploading lots of pictures to Shutterfly -- including Thanksgiving pics -- so I can update the share site. Should be posted in the next day or two. 'Bout time, huh?)
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194880189625385417.post-20372616889827350282011-12-11T22:29:00.000-05:002011-12-11T22:29:13.537-05:002011-12-11T22:29:13.537-05:00The tree is up.
The presents are almost all purchased (for someone who started in October, I'm still cutting it awfully close to C-Day).
The Elf has been all over this house and is running out of places to hang out each day. In fact, he stayed in the same spot two days in a row this weekend because "he forgot" to find a new spot. Oops.
I'm still watching Christmas movies every night (Le Film Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03675074107231603372noreply@blogger.com0