Sunday, September 27, 2009


Just a quick shot of Luke from Saturday morning. I was trying to fold his laundry and he was running around the house doing his best Superman impression that Keith taught him. He runs around yelling "Ahhhh!" with his hands raised in the air. My thought: every Superman needs a cape, right?

He got a big kick out of using a baby towel like a cape. I was impressed that he a. left it on at all and, b. let me take a picture of him with it. Good look for you my toddler of steel!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

think pink

For those of you who voted girl in the poll, you were right!

Here is the first shot of our sassy girl. She spent the majority of the time during the ultrasound crossing and uncrossing her legs, throwing her head back to put her little nose in the air, and using her arm to protect herself from the paparazzi (us). It was amazing to watch and we are so glad that she looks completely healthy. I was even excited when the tech said that she's measuring as if her due date was January 23rd instead of January 28th. I have absolutely no doubt she'll make a fashionably late entrance just like her big brother, but it gives me hope that it will happen sooner than later!

And for Kristi, I'm so glad to be sharing a due date with you-again!

Monday, September 14, 2009

poor baby

All week long I look forward to the weekends when I get to spend oodles of time with Luke. The anticipation builds all week so by Friday afternoon, I am ready for some quality time with my little man. The hardest part of going back to work has been not being with him everyday. Oh-and the daycare debacle. That's been tough too. Too much drama there, so I'll get back to my story.

Saturday morning I wake up pumped for a day with just Luke and I. I go to get him and the poor kid is miserable. He's got a nose that is running like a faucet and he's crabby as all get out. No fever, but a clingy guy nonetheless. After dealing with craptastic naps and fighting him to use the nose sucker all day, I was sad that the day hadn't turned out quite like I planned and was ready for Keith to get home.

Sunday was basically a repeat of Saturday's events, but with the extra added bonus of Keith's constant state of freak out that Luke wasn't eating nearly as much as he typically does. Duh sweetheart! He doesn't feel well! I'm still trying to convince Keith that Luke will survive the few days that he's sick without eating the amount of food you feel necessary. I finally had to make a deal with Keith today that while Luke is sick and can't breathe through his nose, he can't stuff the amazing amounts of food in Luke's mouth at one time that is typical for him. Poor Luke's mouth was stuffed so full tonight that food was falling out when he opened his mouth to breathe. Sad.

Tonight after Luke's bath as we were getting him ready for bed, he was fussing again. I happened to look into his mouth and was able to count 5 brand-spankin' new teeth popping through in his little mouth, one of them being his first molar. No wonder he's been such a sour puss the past three days. I think his mouth is making up for being a slow starter in the teeth department; since they didn't come earlier, apparently now he thinks he needs to play catch-up to get them all in at once.

Poor baby.