OOooooo. . . something new!

Alright so Bobby wowed me by sleeping well two nights ago, but he left a lot to be desired by last nights performance. I think he set a record for how many times he woke up last night. Ridiculous! But today he impressed both Jay and I by not only staying in his swing for more than five minutes but actually laughing and smiling for hours. It was so nice to see him happy other than when he is being held by someone. It gives me hope yet for actually doing something other than rocking him all day. Not that I am not grateful for such a blessing.

Sleeping Beauty

The most amazing thing happened last night- Bobby slept through the night! Yaaaay! It was so weird. I put him down at 11 o'clock and the next thing I know, Bobby is doing his squeak thing before he starts crying. As usual I check my cell phone to see what time it is and lo and behold it was 7 am! Then I fed him and he fell asleep for 4 more hours. It was like a dream come true. Ahh. . . . . sleep. I bet it was the busy day we had before of wining and dining with family and friends. Tootles for now. Here is a picture of his heiness waking from his slumber.

So long Phish : (

I have this brand spanking new fence as a gift to my family from my grand father in law and father in law. Hand built by five strapping men. The whole purpose of having a fence was to allow my dogs space to run and be away from the baby. This is a luxury much too good for them I can tell you that right now. They dug out in 45 minutes yesterday, so they were banished to their dog run all night and day. I am the guilty sort so I feel sorry for them and look out the window in the kitchen and make sure they are alive every now and then. For those of you who don't know- the dogs live in a nicer house than I do. So as I am looking out what do I see? Wilson, my greyhound retriever, standing on top of his dog house like snoopy, then he starts gnawing on the treated wood of the fence! Out I go to bring them in the house, because he has clearly learned his lesson, and what do I see, blood! It's dark out, white teeth, gooey nasty blood dripping from them. Don't worry he's fine. . . . . lucky for me, I guess. My only good pet 'phish', died the other day. I guess the good do die young. Hope that doesn't mean certain you know who's will live forever. That's their picture up there.

Babydom has arrived

It took roughly 4 hours or more for my friend and I to watch the Sex in the City movie. Originally she and I had seen it in theaters, just us. That was the old way. Bobby had other plans for making the evening fun, a little cry here, a boobie feed there, a big cry here, no nap there. So I am wondering to myself- When do babies start taking regular naps, rather, any naps at all? How does a parent keep the house clean? Not only does he not take naps but he wants to be thoroughly entertained the majority of his time awake. When Cameron (my friend) got here today I had her play with him just so that I could do some laundry and dishes. If he is not bouncing on daddies knee, watching fans spin, or rug shopping he cries and is just not able to hang with the cool people! So I ask this question. How did Miranda, being a single working lawyer in New York City, raise a child? Well ya got me. Thank god for entertainment- spin on fan, spin on.

Last day pregnant!
Proud PaPa!
The Cutie!
I will try to add a picture with each post. Here are a few!

Can he see yet?

One of the most common questions a new mother is asked. Can he see yet? In my head I usually go something like 'Oh yeah, because I am a psychic and can tell if a person other than myself has all of his senses, because when I ask him like an optometrist which is better- number one or number two, that's one and there's two, one and two? He's going to tell me?' But who says that? No one. So I just nod and say yeah I think he can see, he seems to look at me and tracks me when I am within three feet. But sometimes his eyes are so glazed over that I wonder, maybe his eyes are as bad as mine and his fathers. Will Bobby be like me and wear his glasses like a good-boy, only breaking them on accident, honestly, I was just clumsy (thanks mom!)? Or will he be like his father and mysteriously keep loosing his glasses but then seeing the light in his adulthood? Squinting looses its appeal after a while so now Jay and I both wear glasses! I think it's safe to say that Bobby's going to be a 'four-eyes'.

The Dairy Queen Cometh!

Here comes the dairy queen, as my grandfather in law would say. So Jay (my husband) finally wakes up from his long and stressful night of 12 hrs sleep and grumbling, takes his son long enough for me to fold laundry, make some coffee, and eat a real breakfast. Was good too, haven't had turkey bacon in a while. So right on cue Bobby starts whining and crying. Jay tries a few things changing his diaper which usually ends up being quite hilarious because he sits at eye level to change Bobby, makes farts funny in a while new way. Burping him and winding the mobile only works for a split second for bobby. Apparently he is too sophisticated to just look at a mobile. Finally Jay gives up, " What is wrong with you buddy?" and looks at me questioning. Now that is why I AM . . . . The Dairy Queen!