Lunch Break!

I am sad to say that the happiest, most exciting, most anticipated time in our "work day" is when his Daddy, my Homet comes home for lunch...

To me, this indicates two things:

1)I would suck at being a stay at home mom. It's gotten so bad that I don't dread laundry anymore. It's just something else that keeps me busy. WHAT? I walked or ran 15 miles in 4 days this week with Everett just because we had nothing. else. to. do. Our stroller is t-i-r-e-d.

2)It's time for me to head on back to work. Surely the PICU needs me more than our dirty socks.

Fist Love

Our boy started his life as a thumb sucker. It was quite endearing, I must say (as I was one myself.) However, now that he's "grown up" to be a big, almost three month old boy, he's decided he must take on a bigger feat than one simple finger. "Thumbs are for babies", he says.

My little overachiever has wholeheartedly taken on the habit of sucking his. enitire. fist. I'm torn between, "Awe, that's cute. At least he's happy." To (immediately after he nurses) "Oh, crap. I think he's gagging himself."

That big boy does LOVE

THAT

FIST.

Get it, Big Boy.

Picky Sleeper

Why is it that as soon as Everett is in the sling, carseat, or stroller, he immediately falls into a blissful slumber? However, whenever I attempt to place him in his crib (the device we purchased with it's sole purpose being---to sleep in), he wakes right up.

Betty Homemaker, table for two

I've always loved any arts/crafts project. When I was little, my most prized possession (well, second to my mini Saints football) was my 150 count Crayon "briefcase" with TWO built-in crayon sharpeners. Typing that makes it sound really dorky but it was totally cool. Trust me. As I've grown, I've realized that while I love crafts, I'm not actually any good at them. I'll stick to nursing. However, I still LOVE to try. My Mom, on the other hand, is a sewing and quilting whiz. Quilting doesn't do it for me but I want so bad to be good at sewing. I don't mean taking classes and such, I want my Mom to teach me. Mom is quite the willing teacher too which works out well. I used to look at adorable patterns for children's clothes when I was pregnant. Well, two problems... There are ten times more girl's patterns than boy's. Another problem that most Southern women deal with is the hub's opinion. There are few metrosexual men in the South, which is just fine but try dressing your son "cute" and most men go nuts. That's another post all together though. Right after I had Everett, my Mom bought an embroidering attachement to her sewing machine. It's not been the most economical purchase ever, but it sure is fun to use! Check out the fabulous bib and burp cloths...

Yes, to Aunt Lindsay, Everett will probably be referred to as 'Baby Rhett' until he's 40. Anyway, the other day, I visited Mom for my first baby clothes sewing lessons. First off, F-U-N. Second off, next time I've got to bring Wade so that he can hold Everett because he did not want to be put down. That made for some difficult sewing. Here's him when I finally gave up and just held him while I worked.

"These are deplorable sleeping conditions, Mom!" Sorry, Son, you wanted to be with me so this is what you get!

Anyway, here's my first project. While it's a cute little romper which my husband would probably not approved of, you throw a few tools on it and WAA-LAA, he loves it! The embroidery machine also does appliques. This is the beginning of some serious clothes making if I could find anyone to hold that sweet boy while I work!

Toilet Etiquette in Question

Wade has always had good bathroom manners. For the 8+ years we've been together, 4+ living together/being married, he's ALWAYS put the toilet seat down. I considered myself lucky but must say that I eventually took it for granted. Well, the last few weeks, I have almost fallen in the toilet when using the restroom. The toilet seat seems to be in a constant "seat-up position." When I asked Wade about the change, this is what he matter-of-factly replied, "You're outnumbered now so we get to leave it up." And so it begins. However, does it really count if half of the guys in this house that I'm outnumbered in, do their business in a diaper?

Stretch Jeans?

I have never understood why they make infant's clothes sizes based on age. Working in the Pediatric ICU, I can assure you that babies 3-6 months old come in a WIDE variety of weights and lengths. Why don't they just say newborn size is 00? Anyway, it got me thinking. What if they continued age-based sizing up into adult clothes. Would I wear size 30-year-old jeans?

More linebacker than kicker

I know it will be hard for some of you to believe but I really don't want Everett to play football. If he insists, I keep saying he can only be a kicker (or punter is fine too.) I'd prefer him to participate in a much less violent sport...say tennis or curling. My Dad says he'll never play curling because we have no ice. However, we've got plenty of brooms and I'd love for my boy to be a good sweeper so we'll figure the ice thing out later. Anyway, we went to our 2 month check-up and got his stats. I just thought it was me that thought he looked huge. It took him a few weeks to grow out of his newborn clothes but he flew right through the 0-3 month clothes and never looked back. He's been in 3-6 months since he was about 6 weeks old. Apparently, it's not just me. Our boy is 12 lbs., 13 ounces and 24 inches long. That's the 90th percentile in both. Thus, if Everett insists on football, he may be more suited to play linebacker instead of kicker. Although, now that I'm really thinking about it, Morten Anderson was a "husky" kicker. Here's a pic of someone who'll be one of his biggest fans one day no matter what sport he chooses. Nothing like hangin' with Aunt Lindsay. (Can you spot the ever present Hill dimples finally trying to show themselves?)