just a little bit

Today is a great day. It's sunny, it's supposed to be 80* and Harrison is on the mend. On Monday morning (what a great way to start the week!) harrison woke up with a fever of 102*. Off to the ped we went. She said that he probably just had a virus or a cold and to give him some baby tylenol to bring down the fever. That definitely helped *some* but not entirely. Tuesday he woke up feeling better (I presume) but still not completely A-OK. Today, he seems much, much better. He's not warm any more and he's back to his happy, smiley self. He's still very sneezy and has a runny nose, but at least he's happy. (We all know how that is -- when you have symptoms but you don't actually *feel* bad, you know?) They weighed him and he's 16 pounds and 14 ounces. Certainly keeping up with the big boys, who were both 19 pounds at 4 months. Except they were both much bigger than him at birth. (Campbell was 9-5, Sawyer was 9-15 and Harrison was 7-9)

Anyway, he's just delightful. He's 3.5 months old (say it isn't so!) and he's just wonderful. If I had to guess I'd say he's just about perfect. Well, to me he IS perfect! He LOVES getting dressed and undressed. He starts smiling and giggling when you start taking his sleeves off -- he knows the big event is coming. FORGET IT when the shirt comes off of his head -- he's got an enormous grin and laughs and laughs. It is wonderful and really makes that part of the day really fun!

He's trying to sit up -- he'll be laying on his back and lifts his head and shoulders off of the bed/couch/wherever. It's like crunches for babies. He's actually enjoying the bumbo now, he can keep his head up to look around and see what is going on. That is not to say that he's still not completely enamoured with the fish friends (from the swing) and his best friend, the dog on his bouncy seat. But, he's adding things to his repertoire .

He loves to nap - weird, huh? But he does. He loves to smile and laugh. He's a dream come true!

it *was* valentines day

Yup, that's right. A few days ago, it was Valetines Day. And now, it's 3 days later. Also, two days ago, it was Andy's birthday. Yes, it's been busy around here.

So, it's absolutely wonderful that my beloved has reached another milestone and is celebrating another year on this earth. That is, of course, the only real thing worth celebrating. But, you know what he got for his birthday? Have you guessed yet? Aha! Guitar Hero III for Wii (forever referred to as GHIII). Have you guessed what obsessive personality has commandeered the GHIII for Wii?? Again, you know me too well.

So, I'm mildly obsessed with the game. In fact, I even had dreams about it last night. I love this game. I don't even know if I'm good at it. But, I do really like it. Poor Andy, maybe he'll get to play it - once I beat it! :) Apparently I'm not allowed to share photos now, but if I were I would show some of Sawyer and Andy playing. (I deleted the photos of me playing. They weren't pretty.) Good times around here.

added note

I'd also like to mention that the pictures from Saturday look awful. I tried to shrink them to fit and they are not good. The above photos look better and now I know how to add to photos right from my computer instead of photobucket. YAY for me.

hoya

Tonight, Sawyer emphatically declared that he HATES the name Boya. Andy asked him what he'd rather be called and he decided "HOYA, like Ahoy!" I definitely laughed. A little bit later he also proferred the name C73 - because it was kind of like c3po. I'll stick with Hoya, I suppose.

In case you're wondering - Boya is Sawyer's nickname. It's been around since infancy. It started with a Goya commmercial ("What a way to Goya!") that turned into Boya. He's been Boya, Boya Boya, Soya Boya or little Boya ever since. If it's really on it's way out, I'll miss it. It's part of him/me and it's been perfect.

I'm for sure making him tell Gini she can't call him that. (I've only heard Andy, Gini and I use this pet name. There may be others, but they are escaping me right now) It's his opinion to share.

Speaking of Gini, which I was in the previous paragraph, she and her "sons" came up today. (Rewind a few weeks. Sawyer and I were talking about Gini coming up here in a few weeks to babysit for a concert Andy and I are going to see. He asked if Gini was going to bring her "sons". Poor boy doesn't even know that daughters exist. Or maybe it's that he doesn't know what girl children are called. At any rate, it was funny!) She had called a few days ago to see if we had plans and if she and the kids could come up and babysit for a few hours. She needed to spend some QT with the boys. Not one to turn down good and free child care, I obliged her. I got a pedicure. And, went to Trader Joes. All in all a good afternoon. Plus, the kids got to run around like crazy, wild and over sugared heathens. I got to have pretty toes and read the latest issue of People. (It is exactly all of the same information as US Weekly. But, since I'm a devoted US Weekly subsriber, I prefer it's format!)

I'm sure you feel much smarter for knowing that.

3 months?

It's about that time, the time where the calendar flips over and the baby turns another month older. I hate it.

Of course, the baby actually turned 3 months old on Wednesday. He was cute as ever and smiley as ever and happy as ever. It was wonderful. Every day since then with him has been wonderful. He's just wonderful.


Now, wouldn't you agree he's the cutest thing ever? he talks to anyone who listens and it's really scintilating conversation. I'm so lucky to be his momma.

Beatin' time is a losing fight...

...but I guess I'm doin' alright. "I'm Alright" JoDee Messina

Not a huge country fan by any means, but there are a few songs that resonate. That is surely one song that I like and is just totally true.

Today was Ellie's first birthday party. (She's my dear friends daughter) I absolutely, positively cannot believe that baby is one. Just cannot believe it. Yet, here she is, dressed in her bling tank and tutu with babylegs underneath - eating her first cake.

The point of this is just as the title says..."beatin' time is a losing fight". Can't stop it no matter how hard I try. Look at Harrison -- he's sitting next to me batting toys on the travel swing. He's batting at toys because he's almost 3 months old. I told Andy this morning that I would continue to call him 2.5 months because I'm unwilling to let him grow this fast. I just cannot believe that the best baby in the world is getting bigger!!

Thing 2 has had his first tee ball practice tonight. Can't wait to hear how it went - hopefully he had lots of fun. He went decked out in baseball pants, socks and cleats. He was also sporting a GAP sweatshirt. That goes, right?? He was supposed to have a favorite baseball player. I picked A Rod for him. I figured it was a safe choice. And, it was the only one I could think of at the time. Can you tell I'm not a huge baseball fan?