Underoos, Oldies but Goodies & Breakfast in Bed

 

 

As fulfilling as it was to have Reid rush ecstatically through the door into his Lightning McQueen party after spending the night at Big Ma's, I must say the actual day of his birthday was pretty exceptional too.  It was just us, but I wanted to make it special, especially since it was the first birthday of which he was actually aware of it.  I brought him breakfast in bed: homemade waffles, dripping with butter and syrup, topped with a McQueen candle and some milk in his new McQueen drinking bottle.  I wanted to surprise him with it, but he woke up earlier than I'd expected, so I sent him back upstairs with the c.d. he'd been wanting that I finally got around to burning for him for this occasion: Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons.  As I finished up his surprise breakfast, I cracked up, watching him in his underoos on our video monitor seriously getting down to "Sherry," "Big Girls Don't Cry," Walk Like a Man," and other songs from his new c.d.  He got a total kick from the breakfast in bed thing, as you can see:

The day was filled with phone calls, wishing Reid a happy birthday, not to mention a surprise visit from Big Ma, bearing cupcakes with frosting so blue it had an encore, if you know what I mean.

 

 

That evening we checked him into a detox clinic to ensure a safe withdrawal from all of the sugar.

Time Warp

This weekend we celebrated the 3rd birthday of the first of our spawn, Reid.  Oh, where the time has gone... (Sigh)...

Actual Birth Day

1st Birthday

2nd Birthday

And now his 3rd:

Amazing Lightning McQueen Cake by our very own cake master, Colby

Photos by "Miss Corinne"

My Extreme Makeovers: Then & Now

then.

 

now.

It is my firm belief that every girl should get to have Bettie Page bangs at one point in her life.  And now it's my turn!

Free at Last!

Ronin's cast removal was like watching him be reborn, except this time he was being dramatically cracked out of an eggshell... a festering, putrid eggshell.  Did I mention it smelled awful?  The completely cumbersome diapering method I was instructed to use with him while in his cast proved ineffective from day one.  All the Priuses in the world couldn't make up for the toxicity of the cloud that was released into the atmosphere when they cracked that thing open... I mean, you could almost see it!  Still, nothing a good scrubbing couldn't fix.  Ronin now smells like butter again, as every baby should.

Nevertheless, he is free!  The little guy was so cute during the drive from the hospital.  He kept staring down curiously at his new and improved leg, kicking it and occasionally petting it.  Very sweet.

Just Call Me Rosie!

Today is Ronin's last (full) day in his ten-ton cast (pray he doesn't need a new one tomorrow!).  While I'm reaping the benefits from carrying around his extra weight over the last two and a half weeks, I imagine picking him up without it will be similar to the sensation of grabbing the nearly empty carton of milk from the fridge when you expect it to be full and it goes flying.  Hopefully we won't be back at the hospital for another cast as a result of me accidentally throwing him through the ceiling.

This One's for the Moms

Ok, moms.  During your kid(s) next nap time today, I highly encourage you to find a quiet, comfy corner of your house.  Sit down.  Recline if possible.  Then slowly turn the dial on your baby monitor until it clicks into the "off" position as you read the first chapter of my friend, Wendy Hagen's book-in-progress that gives a far too realistic portrayal of motherhood.  Enjoy!

Excerpts from the Book

Help for the Motherhood

Husbands, you'll enjoy this too.  Just don't forget to send it to your wives... Unless of course, you don't have kids and are wanting some.  Then maybe don't.  =)

Nostalgia

In my continued efforts to refrain from t.v.-watching and video game-playing with Reid, I'm always on the look-out for alternatives.  So, I was pretty excited when I came across this game while cleaning out our closet over the weekend.  It instantly brought me back.  Reid is now all about Hungry, Hungry Hippos.  

(The point-counting at the end of each game has been great counting practice for him too, so yeah, I'm going to add a "Homeschooling" label to this post!)