Monday, August 31, 2009

It's so bad.

Pregnant nose + dirty diapers = Very, very bad.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Daddy's Helper

Why is Shirley wearing a sun hat to help Daddy unload the dishwasher?
You'd have to ask her.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Manic Baby

I'm not sure if you can see it, but in the background, the clock reads 10:25. That's PM.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

He's Baaaaaaaack!

Brett Favre: Hey, Erin.
Erin: Hey, Brett Favre.
BF: What are you doin' after the game?
E: Oh, nothin'. I just have to ditch this band uniform.
BF: Cool. Uh, I was wonderin' if you maybe wanted to go to the Steak 'n' Shake with me.
E: Oh, um, I thought you were going with that cheerleader, Deanna?
BF: Well, she's going with that guy Richard.
E: Really? I did not see that coming.
BF: Me neither.
[awkward pause]
BF: Uh, is your clarinet stuck in your headgear?
E: No, it'th cool. I do thith on purpoth. It'th a handy plathe to keep my inthtrumentth. [heehehehehahahahahahahaha....]
BF: Uh, ok. I'll see you after.
E: Yeah, ok. Bye, Brett Favre!

Dear Shirley,

Sometimes children are not allowed to do things that parents do.
Like the computer.
I love you very much,

Yes, that's Taylor Smith. SJ was DESPERATE to see his senior photos. :)

Friday, August 21, 2009

You want?


Well, look at that, I'm 9 weeks pregnant already.
I have had to use the ponytail trick more than once already, and have actually worn a pair of maternity pants. (Note: maternity jeans FEEL like sweatpants and LOOK like jeans. You go right ahead and judge.)
I'm making it one day at a time, and actually not doing too bad. It's my blogs that are suffering. I miss you, my friends. I really do.
Baby#2, or, BittyWee from here on out, is about an inch long this week and the size of a grape. (I ask you, interweb, how can a grape make my pants too tight already, when all I've been able to swallow without gagging is oatmeal?) Anyway, here's what says:

Friday, August 14, 2009

Monday, August 10, 2009


Reasons I am terrified of having Baby #2:
1. Shirley is going to feel betrayed. Think of it. We spend just about every waking moment together, and most sleeping moments. I feel so guilty already.
2. It's not as if mothering a toddler is a cake walk. Is SJ suddenly going to become EASY once there is a demanding infant in the home? I'm fairly sure you can follow my logic here.
3. Morning / all day sickness + the worst cold since the Fall of Man + Toddler = Trouble.

I find solace in a couple of things:
1. Nobody would do this if it was everything I'm afraid of, and almost all of the families I know have more than one child (except those who are just getting started!).
2. Does anybody really think this stuff through? Do I think too hard?
3. I must have had fears about Shirley Jean (I can't for the life of me remember what they were...and they were probably ridiculous anyway), but the joy and fulfillment I've had from my Shirley Girl have made my entire life worth living.

That's about all I've got to go on.

Friday, August 7, 2009


This baby that I'm growing better be freaking hilarious.
S/he is killing my sense of humor.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Mama's so happy!
Daddy's so proud!
Pedro's so excited
that we're singin' out loud...
'Cuz Shirley went the potty chair!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Potty training attempt #1: FAIL

Believe me, if I had known, at this exact moment that SJ was going to do a nosedive off the toilet, I would have put the camera down. As it works out, this perfectly timed photo will haunt her for the rest of her life.
She was fine, by the way, if not a tad surprised to find herself in a tri-pod position on the bathroom floor.

Three-dollars-worth of fun.

Rich and I spotted this slide at a garage sale yesterday. At the time, I thought $3 was a little steep, but it has since paid for itself in hours of climbing, sliding, sitting, clapping and one busted lip. The life of a toddler is a thril! (Notice the three pacifiers? See what I mean??)