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Happy Halloween!

Love, The M Family

Guest Post from Baby B #3

Hiya! How's it going?

I'm good. I am getting very, very big. I am 24 inches long (80th percentile) and weigh 17 lbs. (90th percentile). Yesterday I went to see the doctor. She was great, but I didn't like the nurse so much. She gave me four shots and some nasty vaccine that I had to drink. It was gross and I made silly faces the whole time I was drinking it. She kept singing a song while I was wailing, and it was driving mommy nuts.

I talk a lot these days. Sometimes I talk when I'm not supposed to. Like, in the middle of the night, for instance. I can't help it - sometimes I just think all these great thinks and I just have to share them with someone. And, since mommy still lets me sleep in her room, I feel like she and daddy should know first. I also like to talk when I am eating. I'll eat for a couple seconds, then pull back, smile at mommy, say something important, and then go right back to eating. Mommy finds this very amusing, so I keep doing it.

Let's see...what else, what else? Oh, yeah, guess what I did today? Check out the picture below and see if you can figure out why I am smiling? (I'll give you a hint: the rest went all down mommy's back! So funny!) I am wearing Christmas jammies because I am going to outgrow them by the actual Christmas season. He he he :)

Have a great day!

Love, Baby B

Four months ago...

Check out those chunker band-aided, boo-booed baby thighs. Poor lil man.

...Baby B was one day old. I can't wrap my mind around that. Four months? That's a third of a year. Sheesh. It is beyond crazy how time just flies when you're a parent.


Baby B had his 4-month well baby check-up today + 4 vaccinations that didn't do either of us any good, well, besides prevent life threatening diseases and such. But, besides that, they had us both in tears. There is nothing sadder than an only-diapered baby, sobbing a lip-quivering cry as he looks you in the eyes, pleading, Why, mom? Why are doing this to me?! So, Baby B spent much of the past seven hours sleeping, and I've been staying up on the Infant Tylenol regimen every four hours. Bless his little heart.



To celebrate Baby B's 4-months, I will list our favorite nicknames for him...

Variations of his real name
Baby B (obviously)
Peanut
Peanutbutter
Little B
B
Bear
Little Bear
Big Man
Cutie Pie
Punkin Pie
Sweet Puh-tay-tuh


I call him Peanutbutter and Little Bear most often. B calls him B. Things might get confusing eventually since I refer to Big B as B in real life too.

Me soothing a sad Little Bear :(

Saturblogday

One more week of school before we get another mini-Fall Break. A lovely four day weekend. Then fifteen school days until Thanksgiving. WHERE HAS 2008 GONE?

I think because I spent the first half of the year waiting for the love-of-my-life to arrive, and then the second half of the year falling head-over-heels in love with him, the days have just slipped away. Fortunately, I really do feel like I enjoy every day immensely and can rest easy at night knowing that I have lived each day to its fullest (and because Baby B is snoozling peacefully next to me in his pack-n-play. Did I just admit that? Yes, he's still sleeping in our room...sometimes in bed with us. Did I just admit that? Don't be mad. He will eventually sleep in his very own crib, and there's no possible way I'd ever roll over on him because I am THE lightest sleeper ever. His breath is enough to awake me. Not kidding.)

Here are some things making me happy this Saturday...

Baby B wearing his silly goose hat.

This GORGEOUS necklace that my dear husband gave me for Sweetest Day. LOVE IT with a capital L-O-V-E.

Sophie's Halloween cuteness.

Sleeping Baby B in my arms. Baby B as the Great Pumpkin.

Now you can have a Happy Saturday, too!

Everybody's Working for the Weekend...

Hello, hello!

It's Wednesday which means that tomorrow is Thursday, and we are another day closer to the weekend. (Start humming Loverboy's '80s hit here - everybody's working for the weekend...). I'm sooooo ready for Saturday. Or Friday at 11:41am to be more specific.

I finished my door. Whatcha think? The kids don't have a clue what Wicked is, but, ya know, this was more about my passion for it than anything. And at least I didn't have to relate it to Core Content (ugh, gag me with a spoon), or create a rubric for it. The word "Wickedly" is bedazzled with green glitter - a skill I perfected making banners as an ADPi. (Now B's gagging). The kids are all making their best "spooky" face in the pictures. Adorable. They judge tomorrow. There are three categories - most creative, cutest, and spookiest. I'll let you know if a ribbon winds up next to my door. Not that I want to win or anything...

The Fall Festival is Friday night, and B is going to bring Baby B up in his Great Pumpkin costume. B said he wishes there was an adult-sized pumpkin costume because he would totally wear it. Does that make him a great dad or a big nerd??? (He he he. Just kidding, B. I love ya.)

Also, check out my good friend Katie's engagement photos. If you scroll down to October 20th you'll see her and her fiance, Scott. Her photographer is incredible. Can't wait for the wedding!!!

And, lastly, here's the big man in his exersaucer. SO CUTE. I'm kinda obsessed with him.

How come...

...the minute I sit down to nurse/pump my cell phone rings? And it's on the table. Across the room.

...when Baby B is bawling in the backseat of the car, I catch every gosh darn traffic light within a mile of our house? And it seems like they've multiplied and increased the amount of wait time between lights.

...strangers feel obligated to profess how "well fed" Baby B is? Or refer to him as a "porker." This, by the way, in unacceptable and it makes me want to nicely comment on how ample your butt is. But I'll mean it nicely. I promise.

...strangers feel the need to touch Baby B? ON THE FACE. IT'S FLU SEASON, PEOPLE! Keep your hands to yourself. Or, if you must touch, stick with his Robeez-covered toes.

...there are always bottles to be cleaned? Didn't I just clean them? I nurse, for goodness sake, where do they come from?!

...I suddenly find every baby bodily function very endearing? Buuuuuurp! Awwwww! Toooooot! Awwwww! Spit up all over the outfit I just changed you into. Awwwww!

...there's no other people in the world I'd rather spend time with than my boys?

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Ah, Saturday, how I love thee...

Isn't it amazing how the weekend flies by? It's already 4:11pm and I just know that Monday morning will be here before I know it.

I haven't blogged much about teaching, so I'll let this be an educational update. This coming week is my first week of KTIP observations. This is the internship program I have to complete as a first year teacher. It's very similar to the practicum observations from undergrad in that I have to create a mammoth portfolio, write super-detailed-very-useless lesson plans (because no teacher would ever have enough time to create these for everything she taught), and be observed by everyone but the Dalai Lama in order to obtain my official certification. So, I will be observed this week by my resource teacher and principal, and then next week by the state appointed advisor. No pressure or anything.

This week is also the Halloween Decorating Contest and Fall Festival at our school. The pumpkin decorating contest is next week. All I can think about is winning this stupid door decorating contest, though, as if my teaching credibility depends on it. Like my heart starts racing. Not even kidding. The whole family is on it, trying to help me think of ideas that are better than the rumors I've already heard circulating. Let's just say the third grade teachers are going all political on us, thinking up creative stuff like Barack Oooobama and Sarah Ghoulin. Too bad my kindergarteners probably don't even recognize the history being made this election year. I'm planning on teaching about it on their level the week before November 4th by reading them books like LaRue for Mayor and Duck for President. We'll also vote for president in our class and I'll encourage them to go to the polls with their parents to vote as well.

Anyway, back to the door. After seeing my most favorite musical ever this past winter (twice, yes I saw it TWICE, and I would see it again and again and again), I think I might decorate my door with this phrase: Mrs. M's class is WICKEDLY smart or something to that effect with the famous image in the background. (Credit to my dad on this idea!) I'll show you the finished product once it's completed. If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it. MUST WIN is my mantra. And I'll do what it takes.

Baby B is still the cutest, most sweetest child ever - if you didn't already get that from the adorable video of him laughing that I posted. If you need further proof, see pics below. Oh, and he's 16 weeks old now. That means his official four month birthday is only days away. Sigh. Time fliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies.

Have a great weekend!