Sniff. Snort. Hack.

David has his first case of the sniffles.
He caught it from me.
I caught it from Dan.
Madeline is peachy keen as of now, and I'm hoping she stays that way.

Baby D, being the happy little love bug he is, has smiled and giggled through the watery eyes and gunky nose. Poor baby. He sounds like a piglet. He didn't like the snot sucker, but who does? I wish you could hear him right now, snoring away like he's trying to suck the paint off the ceiling.

Madeline is such a sweet little helper. She brings me stuff and tries her best to help me feed David. :) She kisses his head to "make him peel bedda." So, so sweet.
She thinks it's hilarious when I blow my nose, though.

I suppose we're quarantined since everyone we know has small children and probably doesn't want our cooties. I don't know, though. I got my cootie shot in, like, 4th grade. How long do they last? Is that a forever thing like polio vaccines, or do you have to keep getting new ones like the flu shot?

I might be a little delirious. Not because I'm contemplating how long cootie shots last, but because I just told you that I think about how long cootie shots last. Thank you , Alka Seltzer Plus!

I should go before the left side of my face, which is leaking, informs the right side of my face that I'm sick.

>snort<

Fluffy Chick

Madeline reads Fluffy Chick, March 2010

David reads Fluffy Chick, February 2012

Just doing our part to promote literacy for the next generation.

Sunshine On a Cloudy Day

I Don't Get It.

It's a giraffe. It's made of rubber. It squeaks. It is, for all intents and purposes, a glorified dog toy.
It's required fare for the cool babies. Oh, you didn't know there was such a thing? Yep. Everybaby who's anybaby has these things in common: smocked and/or monogrammed outfits for every day of the week, and a Sophie Giraffe. Seriously, if you're a baby and you don't have one of these, the cool babies won't let you into their inner circle. I hear the E-Trade baby has a whole closet full, just in case he leaves one in the hotel when he's on tour.
We have one. No, our kids don't run with the snooty kids. It was a gift. David probably wouldn't have it if it hadn't been a gift. It's not that we don't want our kids to have the same toys as the babyclones. It's just that, well, at Barnes and Noble, this thing is $27.
I'll give you a moment to let that register...
Uh, huh. Twenty. Seven. Dollars. For a piece of rubber that squeaks. It's a (very) little cheaper at Babies R Us, but still.
Can someone explain this to me?? Why in the world is this thing upwards of twenty dollars?? It's a friggin' baby toy! He will slobber on it, spit up on it, and probably use it as a teether, which I think is the purpose of the overpriced bauble. So, what happens when he has all his teeth and forgets he has it?
It's adorable, yes, and I get that it's a great teether for some kids. Fine. It's still a $27 piece of squeaky rubber.
I don't get it.

Four Months Old!

Our baby boy is 4 months old, 26.5 inches long (90th percentile), 14.15 pounds (60th percentile), and as happy a baby as I've ever seen! We love our Baby D!

Just a Couple of Pictures

Thanks to his Papa's influence, Baby D is getting a head start on having awesome taste in music.

The Divine Miss M is just beginning to warm up to the camera again, but still refusing to smile.

We had been at the park, hence the disheveled hair, and she was determined to prove to me that yes, she certainly can still fit into the Bumbo seat. You know, the Bumbo seat that she hasn't fit into since she was nine months old.

I make no excuses for the condition of my house. I was having one of those, "Playing with my kids is more inportant than putting away those books" days.

17 Has Turned 35

Yes, my birthday was yesterday. Remember when you thought 35 was ancient? HA!
We didn't take any pictures this year, but I thought I'd leave you with one, along with some John Cougar Mellencamp (before he dropped the "Cougar") lyrics.
Some people are embarrassed by their old pictures. I'm not. I use them to prove that I used to be thin and that I look awesome as a redhead.

17 has turned 35.

I'm surprised that we're still livin'.

If we've done any wrong,

I hope that we're forgiven.

Got a few kids of my own,

And some days I still don't know what to do.

I hope that they're not laughing too loud

When they hear me talkin' like this to you.

That's when a sport was a sport,

And groovin' was groovin'.

Dancin' meant everything.

We were young and we were improving.

Laughin', laughin' with our friends.

Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby!

Outside the club, Cherry Bomb

Our hearts were in it, my friend.

Say yeah, yeah, yeah.

Say yeah, yeah, yeah.