Floating Baby

It's too early to tell if she will have her mothers beak or not.  Lets all cross our fingers on this one.

And We Shall Call Her...

Tano Cat

The Choob has a name.  

In fact, we had to teach it to him before he went to preschool so he would respond when the teacher said, "Luke are you still crying for your mommy?"

While I was pregnant, Choob said he wanted to name his sister Annakin Darth or Asoka.  Although it was tempting to refer to her as the greatest villian of all time, we settled on Asoka.  (I know they spell it Ahsoka but that is hard to type and looks ugly and I have always spelled it in my mind Asoka so that is how I will write it.)

Everyone that knew I was pregnant called her Asoka.  So, just me, Dan, Choob and my mom and dad.

Once she arrived we kept calling her Asoka.  I fully expected it to change.  Nicknames around here evolve until we get one that seems right.  Choobie took about 3 months to become a full fledged Choob.

While her name is still evolving, after three months we mostly refer to her as:

 

Tano Cat

That's the front runner so far.  

Followed closely by Sokie (pronounced soak-eee) and Dokers.

Also in the mix are Doka Bird, TC, Tonners, Tonn Tonn, The cat, The Kitty, Tiners, Little Girl, and Sissy.

So for now she will be our beautiful little Tano Cat.  

Meow.

He is my Bright and Shiny

[Nov 4] Strike A Pose

Dan & Ashley suited up for the photoshoot

Remember how I'm CRAZY about Whooping Cough?  

Ironically enough after asking the entire world to get vaccinated, my own husband and son came down with wicked colds the first week of Lainey's life.  

Cool.

I had a newborn photoshoot scheduled for her seventh day of life and may have asked the photographer to wear a mask because she had a cough.  While Dan was used to the mask, Ashley was kind enough to put up with it. 

I'll be the first to admit that I almost canceled because of the sickies and the tiredness and the soreness and the delerium of having a newborn in the house but I powered through and am so glad I did.

We ended up with the most beautiful photos.  Priceless I tell you.  So worth it!

Ashley is so talented and patient and creative and wonderful.  You can see more of her beautiful work on her blog.

Thanks for putting up with this nutty bunch for a few hours.  We love you Ashley!

And guess what?  Lainey never got sick.  Touche naysayers.  

[Nov 3] What Are You Doing?

  

"Mom take a picture of me, I'm a sweet sweet turtle!"

Never a dull moment with this one.

[Nov 3] A Halloween Poem in November

[Nov 3] A Letter to our Son

Dear Choob,

Please don't kill us while we sleep.

Love,
Mom & Dad
 

[Nov 3] That's right, we carved Pumpkins in November

Boys ready to carve

So excited to use the knife

He had to do it "all by himself!!!!"

Witches hair

Reaching in for the slime

Squealing

Choob's plan for what his pumpkin should look like

A vampire holding a vampire pumpkin

This is what Lainey did the whole time.

[Nov 3] What to Wear?

All I said was, "Choobs go get dressed for Pumpkin Carving."  

This is what he considered pumpkin carving attire:

[Nov 3] Sunbathing

Jaundice

 A little sunbathing never hurt anyone.

[Nov 3] What the Frenulum?

So peaceful right before surgery.  Why am I wearing horizontal stripes again?

We took Lainey to her one week doctor appointment and found out that she was "tongue tied".  Apparently she had a tight Frenulum and needed it "clipped" right away.  

So we took her in for surgery which required no anesthesia and lasted all of about 3 seconds.  

In hindsight it was pretty barbaric.  I held Lainey while the Doc forced open her mouth, jammed a metal spatula type device in there to force her tongue up towards the roof and expose the Frenulum, and then just clipped it like you would a chicken tendon in a bucket of KFC.

After the snip he said, now you can nurse her and left the room.  

Oh really, can I?  I'm sure that's just what a week old baby with a snipped tongue and mouth full of blood wants to do.  Thanks so much!

In the long run things worked out.  

Good news is she healed up fast and will be able to french kiss boys all she wants when she is allowed.  

Bad news is, if she's anything like her father was when he was a teenager, kissing will most likely be forbidden until she turns 47.

[Nov 2] CONTACT!

Proof that one picture is worth a thousand words

[Nov 2] No Wonder She's Scared of Him

Have I mentioned he is dressing himself?

Here's the style breakdown:

Eveningwear by Disney.

Hat- Half of a Darth Vader Helmet balanced on a Gladiator Helmet. A Luke original. Double helmets are "so in" this season.

Accessories- revolver by Nerf and vintage star wars blaster

PS~ As shown in photo above, 6 days after giving birth Kankles are still going strong.

[Nov 1] Caught on Camera

Look closely in the upper right hand corner of this photo and you can see the unsuspecting digits of a four year old that claims to "not even care" about his sibling. Is he lovingly stroking her head or feeling for a hidden handle to pick her up with and toss her into a volcano? Only time will tell.

Since Dan & I are exhausted, we have surrendered to the daily clothing battle with child #1. This is what he chooses to wear most days. His absolute favorites: Red Snuggly, Skinny jeans, and church shoes. Whatever dude.

[Oct 31] This is Halloween

Our newest little goblin.

Uncle Goosey's first time holding Lainey. He didn't get his Pertussis shot in time to hold her when she was born.
No, I wouldn't even let my own brother touch my baby until he was vaccinated.
Yes. I am that crazy about whooping cough.

We had to distract Choob long enough to whisk Jeff to the back room in order to get a secret photo of him holding the baby. Choobie would flip out if Jeff even so much as looked at Lainey. It was hilarious!

The boys all ready to go trick or treating.

This was the only picture I have of Halloween.

You know the holiday Choob looks forward to ALL YEAR LONG.

I gave the camera to Dan and told him to take pictures since I was staying home with Lainers. When they got back I asked to see the pictures of my little boy trick or treating, basking in the joy of "the guy who takes his head off" and "motorcycle crash" and he said there were none.

No pictures.

I wanted to kill him.

Apparently Dans jumpsuit was too tight to get the camera out of his pocket all night. No more 12 year old boy costumes for you Mr!

Perhaps it was the tightness of his costume that made the occupants of one house assume that Dan & Jeff were a gay couple out trick or treating with their son. No joke. The occupants inquired, "what street do you live on? We're new in the neighborhood and want to hang out with the cool couples."

The homeowners were really bummed when Dan told them they didn't live in that neighborhood anymore. Neither he nor Jeff informed them that they were both heterosexuals. Hmmm.

Choobie's loot from the evening.

If you look really close you can see the largest kankles known to man in the top right corner of the frame. Frightening, I know.

Happy Halloween Everyone!!!