Thursday, June 10, 2010

Family Ties

It's always hard to imagine that your baby has turned one. They've entered into "the numbers" and are no longer "a month". Well, my youngest little cousin turned one today. Sweet, little Kylie Jaymes entered the world as a teeny, tiny little wee one and is now into everything. Happy Birthday Kylie!

Kylie's birth renewed the date of June 10th for our family. Three years ago (2007), my grandfather passed away rather suddenly. Anniversaries like that don't fade very easily. Every May most of my family members begin feeling the squirreliness and by June, we've figured it out. For me, I'm usually pregnant or post-partum so forgetaboutit. This year was different for me. And I have my smallest little cousin to thank. Today was her birthday and it was not a sad day. For that I am very grateful. Love and hugs to you little Kylie Jaymes. XOXOXOXO

Friday, June 4, 2010

The 2nd Born

The 1st born has 6.5 MILLION pictures taken of them. They're everywhere: on the walls, on the computer, in photo albums, key chains, boutique blankets, coffee mugs and uploaded to various social media outlets...a blog is even devoted to their life (well an attempt at one at least!). The 2nd born, traditionally, has a half dozen pictures of each milestone where a camera was within reach and fully charged. And here we are. I'm pregnant with #3 and the only photo of the 2nd born on this blog is in utero. Poor baby!

So let's try this again! Addison is three and can show you her age on her fingers while Tommy is 1 and shows you his age by the drooling, squealing and the death-defying attempts at climbing anything vertical...anything. Potty training is more like potty staining and I have a semi-permanently-borrowed, full-sized steam cleaner from my more seasoned mommy friend. Everyday is something new and funny but I think this coming year will be a good one for sharing with you because...I'm pregnant and thus...clinically insane. Here's some proof.

The other night I woke around 2am and saw smoke in the corner of our bedroom. I woke Damien by slamming into his shoulder over and over yelling his name, screaming "there's smoke in the room" repeatedly. He jumped up, turned on the lights and there it was...nothing! No smoke, no fire, no nothing. Just the corner of our room. I guess I thought he needed a little punch of adrenaline in the middle of his good nights sleep. Poor guy!

So between the hormones, the potty staining, the death defying stunts and a very well balanced husband...there should be plenty to write about even if it's just for my own piece of mind!