More photos of the baby. Can ya'll believe it? Shocking, I know.
Why no pictures of Seth, you ask? We are in the midst of a camera strike with him. He either closes his eyes, or makes crazy eight-year-old boy faces. Or hides.
The newest National Geographic. Jackson is showing signs of brilliance already. What a scholarly baby, absorbing each and every scientific article that pops off the page.
GOD that sounded good! It was fish that captivated him. And me. I have yet to read the article.
Um...anybody else have a baby that scratched themselves into oblivion? Check it:
It looks like chickens have been scritchin' for bugs on his head. And YES we've tried EVERYTHING. I do so enjoy the look on his face in this photo.
"What the HELL, Mom."
Exersaucercise. Thank you Daddy and Cathy!
Asleep in his PIMP. NEW. CAR SEAT. Thank you Mommy and Joe!
Oh holy cow how I love it when babies get to the HoldingTheirToes stage. It is one of the cutest things EVER. Ever ever. It is so impressive when he puts his toes in his mouth. Will you look at the size of his head? C-section...goooooooooooood. Never thought I'd say that...
Friday, April 13, 2007
Jack. Son. Jackson.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Stacy London
Ya'll watch "What Not to Wear" on TLC?
Stacy London. I think I have a girlcrush.
Impeccably dressed. Long, dark, shining locks. Drop dead gorgeous. And the Queen Bee of Smart Asses. I bow to you, Stacy. And I'm taking your shoes while I'm down there.
Joe insists that I NEED TO BE ON THE SHOW. My wardrobe...
HOME: Yoga pants and tank tops. With the bra built in. Because I'm a nursing mom, dammit! It's all about conVEEEENience.
OUT: Jeans. Black turtleneck. I also have a grey one. When I'm feeling frisky, I'll wear a green one.
Now, this is going to change come summer. I swear.
Stacy. Help me. Or at least split a bottle of wine with me.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Notes to Self
1. Call Hope tomorrow, to wish her a Happy Birthday.
2. Go to grocery. Stock up on lunch/dinner stuff for Seth. Get beer.
3. Call Julie to finalize plans for Monday.
4. NEED DIAPERS. Sam's Club run?
5. Burn CD's of old photos for T, Arcenia, and Joanne.
6. Water plants.
7. Figure out how to tie a knot in fishing line THAT STAYS TIED, so I can hang suncatchers.
8. Get mouse for Sammy.
9. Never, ever, in my whole entire life say "Spring has sprung!" Cuz DAMN:
Damn damn damn.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Chat
Jackson's extreme close up, with additional commentary by the baby himself.
All this time, I thought he loved the camera. Was one with the camera. Until I looked at the front of the camera, and saw the hypnotic red light.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Asleep
Look at this.
ASLEEP. In the Crib of Doom.
Of course, he is on his belly. Big fat no no, for fear of The SIDS. So I've checked on him every five minutes. And there is no way in hell I'm gonna let him sleep like this at night. For fear of The SIDS.
But he is napping for now, face down, and has been napping for an hour. This is progress, people. PROGRESS!
(Insert squeals of joy and delight)
Monday, March 12, 2007
Moving. Again. Sometime. Maybe.
Jenny is moving, which got me chewing on our own thoughts of moving. Again.
We are considering it. And our reasons are financial.
This area of North Carolina is absolutely gorgeous. Every time I see Grandfather Mountain, I am blown away by the beauty of it. Spring is fresh...the air smells of cedar and new grass. Summers are warm and breezy. It never, and I mean NEVER, gets above 80 degrees. Fall bursts with red, and gold, and orange. Winter...well, winter sucks for me. But I don't like to be cold. Or drive in the snow. You have never seen whiter knuckles on a steering wheel. Or wider eyes behind a windshield.
For the first time in my life, I have a core group of really good, solid friends. Some single, some not. Some without kids, and a whole bunch with. We BBQ'ed yesterday, to celebrate the time change. I have the oldest and the youngest children in the group, with Seth being eight and Jackson at twelve weeks. Then, in between, we've got two more babies, a toddler, and three more school-agers. We drank beer and sangria, ate some killer food, and had a freaking awesome time. I have Momfriends. Joe has Dadfriends. Who'da thunk it? Shocks the hell out of me.
Seth is established in a school that scooped him up and really, truly looks out for him.
HOWEVER.
This area SUCKS for work in the restaurant biz. A business in which Joe and I thrive. Joe has been cooking for sixteen years, and I won't even divulge his current salary. It would make you cry. So we are looking elsewhere, for an area that rewards a chef with pay that befits a professional. A place where truly great food is appreciated, loved, embraced. A city where maybe, just maybe, I can get a job in a business I adore, being something other than a server. I have run a restaurant before. And I haven't stopped wanting to do it again.
It makes me so sad that we may have to leave here to find that.
So the future is unknown, as always! And I hope that by chasing the dream of doing what we love, we are rewarded. With happiness, satisfaction, contentment. And yeah, I'm gonna say it...mo' money. Just a wee bit more.
Gratuitous baby pic, with a message:
Sunday, March 11, 2007
COW
Three minutes of video of Jackson and SOCKCOW!
Interesting to the family.
Boring to all others.
But, it's my blog, so suffer...mwahahahahahahaha....
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Deficit
Lack of posts due to lack of sleep. Lack of sleep = lack of brain function.
But Jackson, he is easy on the eyes, no? 
Look at how much he looks like Joe. DNA is a trip.
If, and that is a big honking IF, this baby goes to bed tonite, I will update.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Cut
Before...
After.
It was time. I had wayyyy too much hair. I wanted to cut it when I was pregnant, but felt too unstable, er...irrational....no,wait...emotional? Um, yeah. All three. So now that I am over the whole pregnant/postpartum crazies, I chopped it all off. And OH IT FEELS SO GOOD.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Gratitude
You know how, a few weeks ago, I was bitching to high heaven about my lack of sleep?
Ha. Ha!
Jackson woke up early the other morning. Early, as in, two freaking thirty in the AM. And it was party time, ya'll! We partied until 8AM. Hell yeah! Jackson cried, I cried, I ate Joe's head like a praying mantis...
Last night, it was back to normal. Normal being little two hour snippets of sleep.
I arose this morning, refreshed. I told Joe, "It's like that Eddie Murphy skit, about the cracker."
WARNING: It's Eddie. It's foul. I love him. Ok...
When you get NO SLEEP AT ALL, little two hour snippets are the best cracker EVAH. I never in my life thought I'd be eternally grateful for a crappy night's sleep. But grateful I am.
OhPleaseLetMeHaveAnotherNightOfBrokenSleepPleasePleasePlease
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
That's Bottle Time
Watch in awe, the joy and vigor that Jackson displays at the mere sight of a bottle. His enthusiasm is awesome and aspiring.
*snort of laughter*
Random stuff
This one goes out to all those breastfeeding mamas out there...
Self-explanatory...
I think they know something we don't.
The rabbits are all, "SCORE, DUDES."
Yes. I have been here before.
Remember this weird creaturething? From "The Dark Crystal?"
For the love of cow
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Tagged
Jeanne got me.
Rules: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things/habits about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1. I love cows. A lot. They make me smile.
2. I have an obsession with Zebra Sarasas. 1.0mm. Black. They are the only pen I will write with. And I will search every store known to man to find them. They are divine. I lend them to no one.
3. I absolutely hate the sound of people chewing their food. Smacking, to be more precise.
4. I'm a picker. Sunburned skin...zits...noses, including mine, Seth's, Jackson's, and Joe's. It is just so satisfying to get a big booger out of Jackson's nose with that blue bulb sucker thingee from the hospital.
5. I suck at reverse. Whether I'm riding or driving. It makes me nervous. And I run over things while going backwards. Just ask my dad's Chinese maple.
6. I hate to have things in my face. Rain and bugs drive me nuts. I'll desperately flail my hands around trying to remove said objects from the vicinity of my face. And I have been to the eye doctor exactly twice in my life. I had to be restrained both times.
Police
First things first. Gratuitous Baby Photos.
OK. Now. Check this...
My Dream Come True
Those who know me will immediately understand.
The Police. THE FREAKING POLICE.
I have loved them since I was twelve. The summer I spent at my grandma's house in Niagara Falls. "Every Breath You Take" came on TV, and I sat one foot from the screen, transfixed. I have been in love with Sting, Stewart, and Andy...all at separate times. I would stay up until 3AM, waiting for the World Premiere Video on MTV of any Police/Sting video. As a teenager, my room was wallpapered with posters, magazine articles, ANYTHING with The Police on it. I made it to one Sting concert, ever. And I don't think I spoke a word the entire time. And now...now they are reuniting. And coming to Bonnaroo. A mere hours from here. Joy. Unbelievable joy!
Tickets for Bonnaroo are $184.50. A person. If you are lucky and get 'em early. Oh my Holy God. I am gonna miss The Police again.
*sigh*
I'm gonna go cry now, and wipe my tears on my tattered Police t-shirt.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Vent
Let me start by saying that I am so very grateful for the wealth of knowledge that is out there for moms. Websites, books, bulletin boards...all lifesavers in their own right.
HOWEVER.
I cannot read one more account of a mom who wishes her child would sleep more than three hours at a time. I hunger for three hours. I have a clear picture of myself burning every parenting book I own. Books that tell me that babies start to space out their nightly feedings by now. I am just delirious and sleep-deprived enough to believe that I may never sleep again.
Jackson went to bed at 10PM. Woke at 12...1...2...3...4. And nursed every time. Flat out refused a bottle, and I just can't blame him. He had one night where he slept in three hour stretches, for which I am eternally grateful, because I had the stomach freaking flu that night. I have not gotten more than two hours sleep in at least three months.
"Sleep when the baby sleeps."
God, this sounds reasonable. For moms with no other children, and maybe a housekeeper, too.
"Swaddle the baby. Use white noise in the nursery."
Yup. Tried that.
"Keep the baby awake during the day."
Disaster.
OhMyGodIJustWannaSleepForThreeHours.
How am I able to function? Drive a car? Converse with friends? This is a biological marvel. It boggles the mind, truly.
Now it is now 5:31AM. I just don't see the point in trying to go back to bed. I think I'll sleep on the sofa. The bed is too delicious. It has to be easier to get up off the sofa than a warm, soft, cozy bed.
I hope.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
I *heart* Cows
Min over at MamaDrama talks about cows sometimes. And I like this. Because I like cows.
Wanna see how much?
This cow is known as "!SOCKCOW!" You gotta say it all fast and kung-fu like.
This one I bought at Tweetsie Railroad. I call it "Gheebie." Don't ask. I don't know why. It's just Gheebie.
Teapot from my dad and stepmom...
Flashlight from Joe. It moos when you turn it on. It kinda looks like a hippo in cow's clothing.
Moos when you turn it on...hehehehehe
Another gift from Joe. We found this at the antique mall downtown. It moos, too...when you remove its head. I get a kick of of the expression on its face.
Oh, how I adore my cow creamer. Gift from Nadine. If you look closely, you can see where I have lovingly glued her back together, several times. Because I'm clumsy like that.
And finally...our wedding cake.
You'd think with all that love for cows, I would refrain from eating them.
No can do.
