Sunday, May 25, 2008

Teeth-Gate


Poor little Garrett. I feel so bad, but I am beginning to think I might lose it at any moment. It is the second installment of Teeth-Gate, and Garrett has become so grumpy that I actually asked Mark if I could quit my job as Mom. He didn't accept my resignation, which is good, because after a few minutes to myself, I was ready to get back to work. It's amazing how those little 4-second breaks can recharge the old Mom-batteries.

It's so frustrating when you can't do anything to help your little dude feel better. You want them to be happy and comfortable. You'd do anything to take their pain away from them. But what if you don't know what's wrong with them? What if he's got a headache? Or if he's just in a bad mood? Garrett can't say to me, "Mom, just gimme a second. I've got a wicked case of hip dysplasia." Or whatever.

I love my littlest one. His little smile is what makes me want to get up every morning (even if it means getting up a few times at night, too). But he is so different from the Squeege. I'm still adjusting to the fact that he's a completely separate baby who does completely different things. And I still haven't figured out what makes him happy. Lately, nothing has been making him happy. Except, of course, the Dad-Nook, pictured below.


I think it's because Mark is so laid-back. When Garrett is in my arms and I'm trying to figure out how to appease him, I get so worked up that I stress him out even more. I put him in the Dad-Nook and he immediately starts snoring.

Anyway, hopefully the end to Round 2 of Teeth-Gate is coming soon: I see the little white buggers poking out of his top gumline.

how was our weekend in st. simons?


a few moments of sanity & a lot of relaxing. it was perfect! thanks, shuggies, for the great mommy's day present!

season o' cookouts

I love this time of year. The weather is perfect, the bugs aren't too bad, and you want to spend as much time outside as possible. Cookouts are just about the best thing ever created, and that is a scientific fact. Here's proof:


An afternoon on the back porch, watching big bro play baseball with Kenty.



Learning how to play baseball while the chicken is grilling.



Having some laughs on the back porch over dinner.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Soggy Doggy

Garrett Laughs at Daddy

Jumparooing

Please don't view this video and then immediately call Social Services to have my children taken away from me. This was actually a fun experience for both of them- I just condensed it to only include times that I asked Evan to push Garrett "little," which means be gentle with him and not try to launch him into orbit. Garrett had a great time and still continues to enjoy the Jumparoo. So when DSS comes to pick them up, they're probably going to ask to take the Jumparoo with them.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008