Category: babies

Today started out much the same as any other day except that my husband stayed home from work. Why?Because the two of us have turned procrastination into an art form.
In a roundabout way, my husand took a day off work due to our failure to file our ‘07 taxes.  You may remember that we, or more correctly, I, birthed our second [...]

Oops–just a few words first.  Don’t forget to enter my contest–it ends Thursday night (and a new one will begin).
As far as WW goes, Just call me indecisive…..
Babies…

Dogs:

Everybody’s a fashion critic these days—even Finley.   And here’s what she had to say about my Tar-jay bling bling sandals:

(In case you’re wondering—yes, that is a gi-normous pile of baby spit-up.  On my foot.)
So they’re obviously not Manolos.  But really, are they that bad? 

Well, we obviously know Finley’s opinion.  Then again, just about anything can make [...]

….and just in the nick of time!
“Hound dogs make the best friends”

I forgot to mention—another big thing that happened while were in Colorado?  Finley started solids.
 Well, that’s not 100% accurate.  Actually, my baby started solids when we were in Utah, before we got to Colorado.
Here I was, so proud of myself for delaying solids.  Not that I started Connor super early—he pigged out on his first [...]

I think my background in show dogs has really warped me (hubby would be happy to agree).  I mean, I know most parents notice little genetic things they’ve passed on, things like blue eyes, curly hair, etc.  But are we supposed to notice the totally random, not-so-cute stuff?  Because I do.  Much to my chargrin.  And I figure [...]

If you judge the merit of your days based on the number of yummies consumed (which I often do),then Mom’s Day was a resounding success around here.
Let’s see—there was the chocolate shake at Ruby’s for lunch (my favorite chocolate shake in the whole wide world), then a Cold Stone cheesecake and berry ice cream right after dinner [...]

One minute, you’re having a nice meal outside with your family.  The next, your 6-month old daughter has set a new secret password on daddy’s phone.  And she ain’t talkin’.
Don’t let this happen to you—-another good reason to Just Say No to infant cell phone usage.

Cheeky little sucker, isn’t she?

So, just when I was getting ready to return Fergie to her breeder, express mail no less (yes, mom, I was going to let you know before the delivery man showed up on your front porch), she had to go and show me why I can’t quite muster up the desire to drop-kick her naughty tushy back to [...]

So, lately I’ve been wavering back and forth on when to introduce solids to my 6.5 month old baby. 
I realize it’s not rocket science, but decisions aren’t exactly my forte (okay, so maybe that’s a bit of an understatement—sort of akin to saying pit bulls don’t like Michael Vick).  Hey, it’s tougher than it sounds.  On [...]