Today our Snoochy Girl had surgery. She had a tumor on her back that she had to get removed. She waddled home with a funny little collar that I had to take a picture of before I took it off. :) The vet informed me, as I whined about the costs of taking care of a pet, that at least it is cheaper than a child. I beg to differ. 
In other news. Someone in this household, namely those of us 21 pounds and below, decided it would be a great idea to be WIDE AWAKE between the hours of 2:45-3:30 AM. Let me tell you how thrilled his Mommy was about THAT. NOT AT ALL. It was one of those hours of sleep where you stagger out of bed, and can hardly stand up straight anyways. Ten minutes after I fed him at 2:30, I hear new noises, and went back in to check on him, and here he was all propped up on his elbows, his elbows tucked underneath him, his head cranked way up in the air, looking around with wide eyes. I tried to nurse him back to sleep about 3 times before I finally decided to let him cry a few minutes, and then he was out again for the night. Good-ness. That was a horridly miserable experience. Aside from the fact of seeing him propped up on his elbows like that. That was decidedly cute. That's the first I've seen him do that.
Here's a picture of one of the few moments I got to sit down today. (We're getting the house ready for a showing tommorrow.) My children have this radar for my spare moments. Gabe zones in with his blanky and his pacifier(s), saying "Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy..." "What, Gabe? (tiredly)" "Mommy mommy mommy, can you hold me, Mommy?" Or "Mommy mommy mommy I need a hug." This is pretty much a constant recently anytime I sit down. I love him dearly, but sometimes I want a break before exchanging the 20-pounder for the 30-pounder. It's like those little magnet dogs. I sit down, and....zooooop!! He's in my lap!
Gabe has another "fun" game that's called "Mommy, what su doin'?" This involves asking this question approximately once every 1.7 seconds, whether or not your activity has changed in the slightest, and despite whether you have just finished answering that very same question. This is closely related to to the beloved game of "What zat?"
Two cute things. Gabe is asking if we can "scootch" (move) something - "Can you scootch? da chair? Can da baby? scootch?" It's cute. Also, the other day we were looking at an alphabet book with a capital D and a lowercase d, and he said "That's a Daddy D, and that's a baby d." :) He just got a haircut the other night, and it was the first one that I didn't have to hold him through. He has never been too sure about those buzzy little clippers.
In other news. Someone in this household, namely those of us 21 pounds and below, decided it would be a great idea to be WIDE AWAKE between the hours of 2:45-3:30 AM. Let me tell you how thrilled his Mommy was about THAT. NOT AT ALL. It was one of those hours of sleep where you stagger out of bed, and can hardly stand up straight anyways. Ten minutes after I fed him at 2:30, I hear new noises, and went back in to check on him, and here he was all propped up on his elbows, his elbows tucked underneath him, his head cranked way up in the air, looking around with wide eyes. I tried to nurse him back to sleep about 3 times before I finally decided to let him cry a few minutes, and then he was out again for the night. Good-ness. That was a horridly miserable experience. Aside from the fact of seeing him propped up on his elbows like that. That was decidedly cute. That's the first I've seen him do that.
Here's a picture of one of the few moments I got to sit down today. (We're getting the house ready for a showing tommorrow.) My children have this radar for my spare moments. Gabe zones in with his blanky and his pacifier(s), saying "Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy..." "What, Gabe? (tiredly)" "Mommy mommy mommy, can you hold me, Mommy?" Or "Mommy mommy mommy I need a hug." This is pretty much a constant recently anytime I sit down. I love him dearly, but sometimes I want a break before exchanging the 20-pounder for the 30-pounder. It's like those little magnet dogs. I sit down, and....zooooop!! He's in my lap!
Gabe has another "fun" game that's called "Mommy, what su doin'?" This involves asking this question approximately once every 1.7 seconds, whether or not your activity has changed in the slightest, and despite whether you have just finished answering that very same question. This is closely related to to the beloved game of "What zat?"
Two cute things. Gabe is asking if we can "scootch" (move) something - "Can you scootch? da chair? Can da baby? scootch?" It's cute. Also, the other day we were looking at an alphabet book with a capital D and a lowercase d, and he said "That's a Daddy D, and that's a baby d." :) He just got a haircut the other night, and it was the first one that I didn't have to hold him through. He has never been too sure about those buzzy little clippers.
5 comments:
hey carrie i laughed when i read about the magnet dogs. i know EXACTLY what you mean. blake will be on the other side of the house and i sit down for one second at the computer and presto hes beside me wanting up. i love your new pictures. your baby is so cute and wow what a chubby thing. is he in a big carseat already? i think alexis carrier goes to 20 lbs. i can barely carry the thing now and shes only about 16. hope your house showing goes well. talk to you later. ~heidi
Thanks, Heidi. Yeah, we need to buy a big carseat for him. I know, they get so heavy in those carriers, don't they? 16 pounds? She's a pretty big little girl, too, right? And yes, guess who is currently in my lap sucking his pacifier and gripping his blanket and "helping" Mommy type? Hmmm....
I'd like to say I love the multi-tasking (foot on rocker while holding Gabe) and Gabe's green pants. Hope you get to sleep through the 2:30 hr
Thank you for noticing the multitasking. Indeed, I am a master. :) And I'm glad to hear you also appreciate the green pants. Who would have known that we could dress our child the coolest ever?.....
Love the nakey-jakey picture. Glad Chloe came through her procedure well. Is it hard to keep Gabriel away from her post-op?
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