Conversations at My House

Routinely heard in our home:

  • “No! We don’t spit food at Mommy!” (followed by the sound of a baby chortling and blowing a raspberry)
  • “No! We don’t put our hands in dirty diapers!” as poop is wiped off of small fingers
  • “Here, sniff his butt, would you?” as a baby butt is shoved into someone’s face
  • “Gentle! We pet Bear with gentle hands,” as small baby hands pull out tufts of dog fur and a 65-lb dog runs away in fear
  • And the best for last: Never ending rounds of The Wheels of the Bus

Breakfast Hooky

Max was supposed to have a doctor’s appointment this morning, and, long story short, we cancelled after we had already checked in.  Since Sam and I had already told our offices that we’d be in late, we decided to grab a quick bite and coffee at a nearby Panera.  We try to let Max try new foods (whatever we’re eating) more often than not.  He’s been on “solid food” since he was four months old, so it’s time he start tasting foods other than mashed up green beans and carrots.  Sam and I decided to split a cinnamon roll – and Max got a small taste too!  No frosting or gobs of cinnamon, just the breading the size of my fingertip, but he loved it!  He’s not usually a fan of sweets – but once he had his first taste he started to giggle…and giggle.  It was a great start to a Friday.  Bring on the weekend!




Guest Post: Maxwell

So, it’s me…you know, the one my mom’s been talking about non-stop for what seems like my entire life! I wanted to drop in to say Hi, rather than let her do it for me. I mean, geesh, I’m able to say hi. The neighbors know this since they probably can hear me from next door. If you haven’t seen me in a while, there’s something new every day – something that I need to tell my mommy and daddy about as loud as I can. They need to hear me over the TV, my music toys, the dog barking, cat meowing, and their talking, right? Let’s see…

Right now my mouth hurts a lot. There’s ANOTHER tiny, hard, white thing coming out of my gums. This will be my third and even though mommy gets excited each time, I’m not sure why. All I know is that they hurt and now I can’t gnaw on my hand as well. I’m hoping this will be the last one.


I’m standing on my own now; who needs a mommy when they have the freedom to move! When I’m standing, I like to dance with my pacifier and throw it as far as I can. Usually at Bear to get his attention. I can’t figure out why he doesn’t like to play with me. I love petting him…did you know that dog fur comes off of the dog really easy and usually by the fist-full? Speaking of animals, the cat doesn’t seem to want to play either. I mean, you grab a tail one time and she won’t come near you anymore…


Question? Do any of you like sleeping alone? I don’t. But, mommy and daddy are getting smarter at night and letting me cry for a few minutes before I fall asleep. Don’t they know that we’re playing Hot Lava and the mattress is lava? By putting me in my crib EVERY night when it gets dark outside they’re cheating! How am I supposed to get hugs all night long and cuddle with mommy if she leaves me in my crib? It doesn’t matter that she’s already given me 2 hours of hugs AFTER I’ve fallen asleep, I want more!!!

Anyway, work’s going well. Daddy drops me off every day and it’s a lot of hard work to get into every cabinet and toy box when the bosses aren’t watching. If I get caught, they usually put me into a plastic toy that I can practice my walking in. But, I’m literally walking in circles and it’s very hard to make the necessary number of messes if I can’t reach anything!  I’m working on being sneakier and getting the other babies to work with me.  One day we will get that gate open!

Does anyone else have any of these problems? Life is hard.

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And she LIVES…

Hello world wide web! It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted (2.5 years, to be exact – sheesh!).  A lot has happened since my last post about my sister’s wedding cake of awesomeness.

To recap:

Sam and I got married in Las Vegas.  By an Elvis impersonator.



I got pregnant…with a little boy.



I gave birth to said little boy.


And he’s turned into an amazing little person.