We've got rolling!

My heart is aching so bad right now. Auntie A is headed towards the airport. It seems like at some point in time we will all need to grow up and leave the comfort of our youth. My oldest brother is talking about his wife and daughter Mia and moving out of state and my other brother is talking about moving to another location in SoCal. I don't know how my mother will handle everyone leaving LA, since she loves it so much. Its kind of sad to think that Mr. Oliver won't have all his relatives so close by while he grows up.

In Mr. Oliver news.......*drum roll*.......we've rolled from our back to our stomach. He made the breakthrough last night. He fell asleep like a dream at 9 pm without any crying (yeah!) and around 1 am I stumbled into his room to change his diaper and give him a bottle, when low and behold he started to move on his side, but kept going. I must confess, he was farting quite profusely, so perhaps that's the *catalyst* if I may to his turning on his stomach. The force of the explosion, propelled his little body onto his stomach. While on his stomach, he just looked stunned. We were stunned. I called Crazy in there and he quickly grabbed the camera. We were both unsure if he had actually turned over on his belly, however, there it was for all to see. I blame no sleep, so we had to try it again. Crazy turned him over on his back and we saw Mr. Oliver flip his little body over again. It was beautiful. My little Doody Bear is a growin!

Mr. Oliver's Auntie A

I guess this is like a type of farewell. We are in Northern California while Auntie A is in SoCal. She is getting ready to leave CA and the entire US for Australia. My heart is aching and I can't talk about it or even think about it. I guess the day has come when she has to leave, but never in my wildest dreams did I think she'd move to Australia. She's moving so far away that it will be impossible for us to see her regularly. She will miss out on Mr. Oliver's formative years and I am deeply saddened that he won't be able to know his Auntie A like I wish he could. So here are a few shots of her with Oliver from birth.

This is the first time she ever held him. They were in the NICU.


Here they are in my hospital room, he was maybe 1 day old here.


Here they are together when Mr. Oliver was a month old.


Here they are at Auntie A's college graduation. Mr. Oliver was 2 months old.

Good luck Auntie A. We will miss not seeing you regularly.

Recap of the weekend

So you guys already know how shitty my Thursday was. We left town on Thursday to drive to LA for Auntie A's wedding. Mr. Oliver was packed away in the car at 11 pm and didn't wake until 4 am. He didn't once ask to be fed, it was the first time he's ever slept 5 hours without asking to be fed. :-) Needless to say, we were amazed. When he started to wake, we got off the freeway and I gave him a bottle. He met Auntie A and Uncle B with a grin. Mr. Oliver automatically fell in love with his Uncle B and made Auntie A very jealous. Every time Mr. Oliver spotted his Uncle B, he smiled and laughed, but every time he looked at Auntie A, there was no expression. I am thinking its payback of some sort. Like, you left me, I HATE YOU. I will replace you with Uncle B.

Friday was busy, mostly with Auntie A and Uncle B running errands for their wedding on Saturday. Saturday was equally busy. Auntie A and Uncle B both looked stunning in their wedding wear. Lets just say that after seeing what they went through for the wedding, I am so glad we opted to elope. I got really drunk after having drank 2 bottles of wine myself. My brother drank so much cognac that he pee'd in hallway of the restaurant near the men's bathroom after getting into a heated verbal discussion with Auntie A about "Why don't *you* go to the bathroom!"....Auntie A got frustrated and left, and you can only guess what happened afterwards. Then my idiot brother sat on the railing of the enclosed area and yes, you can almost guess what happened afterwards. FLAT on his face. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette (its illegal in CA to smoke in a restaurant). He smooooshed his cigarette with his face. His face had a few cuts and scrapes. We all laughed at how stupid he was. This blog will immortalize it.

We left Sunday and didn't get back until midnight. Mr. Oliver screamed in the car for 25 minutes and finally went to sleep. I wanted to tear my eyes out. Mr. Oliver had been so spoiled over the weekend with EVERYONE picking him up and carrying him that he decided he could get away with it. No can do buddy. Not in this house. He spent tonight being very grouchy and fussy. He cried in his crib for 35 minutes. Every time I went in there, he would stop crying and start to fall asleep. But the second I left, he'd light back up again. I kept mocking my mother all weekend long. "Don't pick up the baby too much, he'll get too used to it" however she didn't care. She held him all weekend long. Thanks to my mother who helped create a monster that hopefully I can save back to my nice and pleasant baby who went to sleep at 9 pm.

Did I mention that Mr. Oliver has a lump in his leg where one of his shots went in? Its a bump on his meaty little leg. New behaviors include Mr. Oliver staying awake most of the day instead of sleeping during the day. Sorry, I'm tired and rambling.

Sleepy photos

4 month appointment summary

Today was a busy day for us. We finally sold some chairs that we've put up for weeks, and it finally sold after I told Crazy to e-mail 2 of the dozen who asked about the chairs and dropped the price. My company closed the office today and had their annual picnic. I needed to pick up a dress that I had altered for Auntie A's wedding...today is also Crazy's first day of college after a long absence.

Most importantly, it was Mr. Oliver's 4 month check up. He's a healthy strapping boy, who is apparently in the 75h percentile of his weight category and in the 10th percentile of his height category. So...to make a long story short, Mr. Oliver is a short squat boy, at 17.2 lbs and 24.25 inches. So...Auntie A wins. I was thinking he was around 16 lbs. But I guess I'm smoking way too much crack living in da ghetto. :0)

So....lets get to the dramatic part of today. Mr. Oliver had his 2nd set of shots today. The first set was so uneventful, the NP was so nice and gentle with Mr. Oliver. I was hoping that today would be more of the same. Unfortunately, it just wasn't. Mr. Oliver started to wale with the first shot, and just started screaming with the second and third shots. I was nearly in tears myself having to restrain myself while my poor Doody Bear was screaming his poor little heart out. After the torture, I picked him up and he was just inconsolable. He screamed and screamed his poor little heart out and there was nothing I could do to help ease any of his pain. The valet took FOREVER getting our car and Mr. Oliver just cried and cried and cried. When we got back Crazy put him in the crib and just as we were going to take a nap, Mr. Oliver woke up. Crazy gave him a bottle but Mr. Oliver wasn't hungry, after which I decided to take him to bed with us. However my dress was ready for pick up and Crazy went to pick it up. As he was leaving I remembered that Mr. Oliver had band aids on his thighs from the shots and took off his pants. Guess what? I noticed little dots all over his legs. Then it occurred to me he had a rash on his face as well. I quickly called our health care provider and spoke to an advice nurse. They just told us to watch if the rash itches or anything changes. So I started to pack for our trip to LA after Crazy left to go to class.

Mr. Oliver started to cry....I didn't think much of it. So I offered him a bottle, he didn't want it. He cried and cried and cried and cried. It just got louder and louder. It was weird how I just went to auto pilot. I ran a bath for him and washed his hair. He cried and cried. That was when I noticed that the area where he had the vaccinations were swollen, which explained the painful crying that I was hearing. My poor poor Doody Bear. I gave him some baby tylenol and put him in a clean onesie. Put him in the crib and offered him a bottle. He took the bottle and as he finished he looked into my eyes and smiled at me. Every time he met my eyes, he'd give me the big gummy smile. Gosh. I just stood there crying silently because never in my wildest dreams would I ever want him to feel this type of pain. He just looked me in the eyes with that trusting stare like he knew I was his mama and knew that I would take care of him despite the fact that I let him be poked by those needles. I guess its times like these that makes you feel like a total and utter failure as a parent.

What a shitty day.

Listen to Heaven

Giggling teaser....

Here's a teaser....


Stay tuned....you will soon be able to hear what Heaven is like.

Is that you Crap, its me, mama

Mr. Oliver and I have had a history of poop together. I've had first hand contact with it and apparently can't stay away from it.

A few months ago, I smelled something...then decided to check if it was what I thought it was, when I went to go peek in the diaper, guess what? Yes, I dipped my finger in *it*. Stupid sister can't get over how I "used my finger" to check. Its not like I used my finger like a thermometer, but that punk ass girl can't stop laughing at me.

Less then 3 weeks ago, we were driving from LA to the bay area after dropping my sister off. We were in a gas station, while Crazy was pumping gas, Mr. Oliver started to cry, and then I smelled it. Yes, he had pooped in his diaper, and it had shot up his back. It was quite a gift my son has. Anyhow, I was changing his diaper in the backseat of the car. I take away the poopy diaper and wiped him clean. As I looked away to reach for the diaper (it was literally 1 millisecond) he pooped. Green disgusting soft milk poop right onto the seat. At that point, Crazy was done pumping gas and had to move the car so that other cars could pump gas. So I closed the door and told him to drive slowly. I then walked to the garbage with dirty diaper wipes full of poop...yes it was inevitable, it was in my hand. DISGUSTING. Ugh. Thankfully we had bought a HUGE costco box of wipes. I had to clean his poopy butt, the seat (thank god for leather) and my hand. The thoughts going through my head was that someone up there HATES me. He also pee'd on me in that same incident. Crazy couldn't stop laughing at me as I sat in the front passenger seat with pee on my jeans and unwashed hands (because as usual, the girls bathroom was FULL and had a line outside).

Today, Mr. Oliver had pooped in his diaper, and I hurried up and cleaned him up. He was fresh smelling and happy afterwards. Afterwards we went to go get new bottles because we just learned that his bottles can possibly seep chemicals that would slow his reproductive growth. He uses Avent, and we've heard that the plastic used to make it is dangerous, so we opted for a bottle that doesn't leech anything harmful called Born Free (sold at Whole Foods Market). We bought all the bottles we saw, Crazy got glared at by a mama who wanted to buy some as we walked away with all the bottles.

Anyhow, back to poo. So we came back home and were sitting and sharing a moment, I noticed that my thigh felt a bit warm. I picked him up and noticed that I had a large wet spot on my thigh...and looked at his onesie...it was brownish in color. Oh man. AGAIN!!!! What is it with me and poop? I HATE huggies. HATE it. I had to change his diaper again, and put him in a new onesie. Thankfully he had a bath that morning...and by bath, I mean shower with me. I know, we're not hippies. But its damn convenient. When he learns to sit up, he'll be getting baths.

Mr. Oliver is front facing

So when Mr. Oliver has always been facing me when he was in the baby bjorn, however today, when we went to the farmers market, I decided to let him face the world. He's always cranky when we take him to the farmers market and I thought it was just cause he was a cranky little punk, however, the truth is he hates staring at my boobs. I don't blame him, it'll send him into therapy for infinity if he liked facing them.

Anyhow, today's trip was very pleasant at the farmers market. Mr. Oliver was a total trooper. He woke up around 6:45 am this morning and had one nap all day until bedtime. It was new to us, because he normally has a few naps before going to bed. On Friday when I picked him up from daycare, the ladies said that he had a "long" nap, 2 hours. A 2 hour nap was always normal for him, however, since starting daycare, 2 hours is a "long" nap. Who knew.

Well here are a few photos of the dude today. Here he is sitting on our new chair.


It was a lazy night here. So we decided to braise some beef short ribs and blow up the aero bed in the living room so we can watch some movies. Mr. Oliver decided to take a different attitude about tummy time to our amazement.

4 month appointment

I picked him up from daycare this afternoon. He was laying in the crib with his hand holding onto a little gym. All of the women at daycare always come up to tell me what a good child he is and how much he always laughs. Isn't it nice that he likes to hide these aspects of his life from us? Today at daycare when he spotted me started to stare at me and when I leaned over and started to talk to him, he gave me the biggest smile and started to coo at me.

Oh my Doody Bear, mama loves you.

I can't believe this kid is almost 4 months old. The picture above was taken 5 days after he was born. Now, lets place a wager people. This kid is a large kid. Now everyone needs to let me know how much he will weigh at his 4 month check up.

**Auntie A's wedding is in less than a week and a half. Oliver's Uncle B will be in the states in just a few days.

DAMNIT!

I am up. I went to bed around 11:30 pm cause I was helping Crazy with some things and finally convinced him to go to sleep. I got up around 2 am to feed a not so hungry Mr. Oliver who was demanding some attention nevertheless. Then...I blissfully managed to fall asleep in the spare bedroom bed however was awoken shortly after 4 am for another so so feeding. I CAN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP! I lay awake and listen to Mr. Oliver breathe and I can't fall asleep. I even attempted to go back to sleep in my bed, but Crazy had screwed up the sheets on the bed like he likes to do, and it just annoyed me so I couldn't get back to sleep. DAMNIT!!! I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, not to mention drop off Mr. Oliver at daycare and pick him up myself.

Mr. Oliver done gone and pee'd on himself

Geez, can I say that I HATE huggies? I don't know why I thought it would be different if I bought the huggies in bulk. Yes, you guessed it people, I bought the 208 huggie diapers in size 2. Early in the morning, Crazy went to investigate why Mr. Oliver was screaming his butt off and noticed he was laying in a puddle. Yes, there he laid screaming his head off in his own urine. Crazy had just changed his sheets that night. Needless to say, we had to put the green crib sheets that Auntie A tie dyed blue. My poor child. He is in a white crib with an alphabet bumper and tie dyed green and blue sheets.

So....he stunk like pee that morning. Crazy was too embarrassed to let the daycare ladies know we are horrible parents so insisted that I give him a bath. Since I always take a shower in the morning, while Crazy takes a shower at night....guess what happened? Yep, he thew Mr. Oliver into the shower with me. Yes, I had a little naked baby in the shower. Someone please call the shrink, Mr. Oliver is gonna need it. I have vowed from now on to try not to do things that will land my poor son into therapy.

Tonight we figured out what classes Crazy still needed to continue his college education. After he signed on to take 2 more classes, he will be able to transfer to a 4 year university in January. It will be a very exciting time for him, and hopefully he will be tough enough to let go and miss some of Oliver's young life. A little sacrificing now and hopefully Crazy will be a happier person after he's given up 2 years of his life to work & school.

I also went through Mr. Oliver's dresser today. He's got a million onesies from 3-6 months. I got rid of the majority of the 0-3 month onesies. :-( Its so strange to get rid of that chapter of Mr. Oliver's life. We will be taking all of Mr. Oliver's stuff to the abused woman's shelter so that other babies who aren't as fortunate as Mr. Oliver (he'll debate this one day) can have some cute clothes.

After 20 minutes

Of the most agonizing crying that I've ever heard in my entire life, he finally went to sleep. He's been asleep for a few hours now. The crying was a screaming piercing crying. Crazy sat outside on the couch because he was too terrified to go inside. His instincts told him to pick up the baby...and of course that's where all the trouble began. Anyhow...he cried, I went in a few times, each time, all I did was wipe his tears away, put the pacifier in his mouth and cover him up with his blanket. The 3rd time around, I figured he had worked himself into a frenzy so I gave him a bottle. After taking 1 ounce, he fell asleep. Crazy crept in as Mr. Oliver was falling asleep. He started to talk to me, and I immediately shut him up and told him to wait outside. Its like he didn't know that we were trying to put Mr. Oliver to sleep.

Here are a few photos that I caught in the dark with a really good flash. Mr. Oliver has learned to sleep on his side. Its really cute. Imagine him arching his back, his butt sticking out and his head sticking out, while the rest of his body is a few steps behind.

Check out this kid's noggin. I now know why I couldn't deliver him. That is one ENORMOUS HEAD!!! Jeez, someone out there is looking out for me.



Notice the hand gesture below. Crazy just pointed out that its the 1980s sign of the devil, I think I was too young to know what it is. Thank god someone is old enough to have gone through that era to point it out to me. Whoa, did I just say that? Why, yes indeedy I did.

Psssst Guess what is going on right now at 9:00 pm tonight?

You got it....this photo was shot in the dark with a flash.
Mr. Oliver is out cold. This is after I had to rock his baby butt in the car seat. He cried and cried like he was in severe pain, causing Crazy to run to the drug store for some baby tylenol because we have a sinking suspicion that he may be teething. Signs of teething you may be asking? Well, the constant drooling, mouthing EVERYTHING near him, blankets, his hands, my hands....just about anything he can get his hands on and put in his mouth. Did I mention the constant drooling? After he fell asleep in the magical car seat rocker, Crazy came home with baby tylenol and put Mr. Oliver into bed. Do you see the blankets he sleeps with? If only his great Grandmother Clara could see this. She'd be tickled pink I'm sure.

*Update...he's awake, screaming his butt off and coughing cause he's screaming so hard. He's fed, clean and crying. What a punk ass.

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Sunday photos for a greedy Auntie A

So we had to run errands today. After we got back from having dim sum with some friends, we headed to the store to rent Crazy's tux for Auntie A's wedding. This darn thing is costing me an arm and a leg, even though its not even my darn wedding. Elope is the word of the day. ELOPE.

Ollie's photos today

Mr. Oliver was a little grouchy today so it was tough for me to catch a few good shots of him. So until tomorrow, this will have to do it for those of you waiting for new pictures this week.

Impulse Buy

So crazy got ahead of himself today. We were out shopping (I had to have a shirt) in Walnut Creek today. We dropped off a bracelet to be repaired and got my engagement ring and band polished. It now is shiny!!! Anyhow, we had to wait for the jewelry store to clean my rings, so we meandered around the outdoor mall. So, we stumbled upon Restoration Hardware. They seemed to be having a sale right now so we stumbled on a chair that I absolutely fell in love with. We have absolutely no space in our house, however Crazy wants to make space for this chair. He sat in it and absolutely fell in love.

So here goes. We bought the above chair. The cushions are down filled, and the color is a dark khaki. We bought it for 1/3 of the retail price and it was still cheaper than our leather chair that we bought on sale at an Macy's outlet. It will be delivered in 2 weeks. My butt is excited to sit in it. I was mad at first cause we didn't need another chair and the price wasn't budgeted, however if it makes Crazy and my butt this happy, it will hopefully be worth it. :-)

Some slobbery photos

Guess who's a male model?

Guess who was in a good mood today after we picked him up from daycare?

Sleeping in the crib

So...here's the deal. When I was pregnant, we went out to Babies R Us to look at cribs. I went there and HATED how I felt there, it just didn't feel comfortable for me. So we quickly sprinted out (well, as fast as an 8 month pregnant woman can sprint). So I told Crazy that we HAD to buy a crib by a certain weekend. I had looked online a lot and picked out a crib that I didn't absolutely hate. So....the crib cost us a ton of cash and we bought it from Pottery Barn. You do the math.

Anyhow Oliver is about 3.5 months now, and unfortunately he's never really slept in the crib. We had a basinette that I bought on the night I was released from the hospital, it followed us from room to room. So now that all our help has gone, we are no longer really using the basinette. Also since we had help here, we were not using the crib. So Mr. Oliver has been put into bed with us early in the morning when we just can't get up to tend to him.

So Tuesday night we decided it was tough love time. He was getting cranky so I put him in the crib around 7 pm. He then proceeded to sleep for 30 minutes. Then he woke up, and stayed up for half an hour. I put him down again at 8:10 pm, he proceeded to cry and cry and cry. He cried for 20 minutes, then quieted down...then proceeded to cry for 20 more minutes....and finally fell asleep. We were on the phone with Crazy's mama, who commented that Mr. Oliver was really really mad that he wasn't getting his way. So....he slept from 9 pm until 12:30 am to get his bottle, and again at 2:30 am to ask for his bottle. Then he woke up at 4:30 ish and Crazy had this shift...he picked up Mr. Oliver who immediately melted into Crazy and that was all she wrote. Mr. Oliver snuggled up between Crazy and I for the rest of the morning. Needless to say, it was one of the worst nights of sleep in my entire life. We are both exhausted.

Tonight after taking a bottle at 6 pm, Mr. Oliver took a nap at half hour nap at 7 pm. Crazy changed the kid's diaper and then put him in the crib where he proceeded to kick his blankets off and refuse to fall asleep. I pushed Crazy out and went into the battlefield myself. I felt around for his pacifier (yes we are using a pacifier) and then noticed the tears streaming down his face. He was sniffling, you know the kind of sniffling I'm talking about.....after you cry really hard...the sniffling...yes...you know what I'm talking about. So yes, lots of sniffling, and I put the pacifier back in his mouth, put the blankets on again and walk out. He only cried about 10 minutes tonight before giving up. He's now laying in his crib thinking how crappy his parents are. I hate times like this.

~The worst mama in the world.

Oliver's first day in daycare

Oliver's first day in daycare was today.

My baby's all grow'd up. We brought him into daycare, he sat there like a champ while all the teachers at the daycare stood and stared at him. One of them asked me if he was to the point of recognizing faces yet, and to tell you the truth, I don't think so. He smiles at everyone who coo's at him. So she picked him up and started to introduce him to everyone in the room. :-) Mr. Oliver just quietly stared at everyone.

So off to work I go. I'm on edge the entire morning. Crazy went to daycare at my asking during his lunch break, and when he walked into the nursery, Mr. Oliver was in his carseat, strapped in while the toddlers were having their lunch. When Crazy picked Oliver up, he said that Mr. Oliver smiled and started to coo at him. So...around 4:50pm, I started to become very agitated and ran home to pick Oliver up with Crazy from daycare. To my relief, he was okay. He was eating when we showed up, only instead of eating, he was playing with the bottle and trying to coo at his teacher. It was very cute. He couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge us.

Mr. Oliver survied his first day at daycare. He took naps in the crib (they changed the sheet that morning). This weekend we will attempt to acclimate him to sleeping in his Pottery Barn crib. Hopefully it'll work, cause if not, I'm gonna look really stupid cause I spent a small fortune on the crib.

After we picked him up from daycare, we went home and had a snack before heading out to costco to get some diapers and other junk. Mr. Oliver slept through it all like a champ. He slept until 9:30...then woke up to eat and have a quick bath. He's currently asleep in our bed.

I will take some photos of Mr. Oliver this week and post them. Month end is almost at an end. That means I can become Oliver's faux mama again! Yah!

Oliver and Auntie A

So we spent the weekend in LA. We had to drive Auntie A back to LA so she can plan her wedding in 19 days and then she will leave us.

Auntie A came up literally 5 days before Oliver was born. She originally had planned to show up later because she didn't want to play the waiting game. But it got so uncomfortable for me to go to work that my manager begged me to work from home until I gave birth. When I worked from home, Auntie A was here to make sure that I wouldn't do something that Crazy would disapprove of. So....she was here to do the daily chores, make sure I would eat (hahahahahaha during my last trimester I fought over food) and most of all, keep me company.

When I had delivered Oliver, she was there to take care of my dogs, go shopping to pick up items that we didn't think we needed for Oliver, take pictures and love Oliver when I was unable to. She picked up dinner every night and made sure that Aaron was taken care of during my stay in the hospital. When we came home, she was so helpful with Oliver. She would take him for part of the night so that we could get some sleep. It was a godsend when Mr. Oliver was at his crankiest. :-)

She encouraged me to leave the house and picked out new clothes for my post maternity life. I firmly think that because of her I didn't have a really tough time post pregnancy. Its always nice to have someone be honest and tell you what you need to know. She encouraged me to drink copious amounts of liquor and luckily hasn't sent me to the hospital with alcohol poisoning. :-)

She has loved Oliver since the day he was born, gave up 3.5 months of her life to devote herself to Oliver. She insisted on spending everyday with him so that she could help and love Oliver. Because of her, I went to work without having to worry about whether someone was taking care of my baby correctly.

Most of all, I'm glad she's my sister. She saved my sanity after Oliver was born. We will be sad to lose her to Australia, but are so proud of the person she's become. Oliver is lucky to have her as an aunt and I am lucky to have her as my sister.

We are loving the giggling

While at work today I got the sudden urge to rush home. Why you may ask? Because I heard Mr. Oliver giggle in my head. He knows how to giggle. I (ME) know how to make him giggle and laugh. Its this noise that's so beautiful that I can barely even find the words to describe.

Here's how it happened. I came home from work and picked him up. He seemed to be in great spirits...I think his mood is getting better now that he's a bit older. Anyhow...I picked him up in my arms and put my mouth on his chin and made noises as I buzzed my lips on his chin. He thought it was so hilarious that he just started laughing. The baby giggling sound is the BEST noise in the world. I will record it soon and hopefully share it with everyone who reads this blog. So he started giggling and laughing, the more I did it, the more he laughed and giggled. It totally made my day and warmed every core of my being. It was also heart warming when he started to drool large amounts of saliva on my mouth and face. :-) Its gross, but its not, cause he's my kid.

For the last 2 nights he's been sitting on my lap patiently at night for long stretches at a time, something that wasn't possible earlier. He'd hold my fingers and then push my fingers into his mouth for some gumming time. He actually has enough awareness and mobility to hold something and bring it to his mouth. Its also really cute when he starts to drool and chew on my finger or thumb.

He's growing longer and longer. He doesn't seem as chubby as he did earlier, he's been eating 3.5 ounces for almost a month now and he doesn't seem to be wanting more. He eats almost regularly every 2 hours during the day and at night, he drinks about every 3 or so hours and takes about 2 bottles. My favorite time is in the mornings. He's sooooooooooo cute, awake and NOT cranky. He just stares up at me with his huge brown eyes. He laughs, giggles and offers up the biggest most beautiful smiles. *sigh* Its times like this that makes me happy to be his mama.

Since he's been drooling, we bought him a teething ring made by Leap Frog. We love Leap Frog. We bought him some other items by Leap Frog. It vibrates when you bite into the rings. So because he doesn't have that much ability yet, I just push the rings together and it makes the thing vibrate against his gums. He's so so about it.


On another note, I got a haircut today. Its sort of like a bob, and Mr. Oliver's Auntie A thinks its a lot better than before. I feel a lot freer with the new haircut.

On mama news, we are going through a 3rd round of job applicants to fill the opening at my office tomorrow. I'm already bothered by it all, however one candidate is from my college. We'll see if its one of the people who were nasty to me when I was going to school. I was a good college student, working hard and studying, they treated me like I was a crazy suck up. We'll see how karma works. Sorry I haven't been able to blog much, but like I said in an earlier blog, I would be an absentee mom around this time.