Frankie says:

This is a picture that I took of my sister. She gets jealous when I'm outside and when I take the DS away from her. She loves to try to bite me. Bailey is a cat lover. She likes to play with me. Sometimes she's afraid of having her picture taken.


I have another sister. She sleeps a lot. Both of my sisters are cute.

A couple of words about teething...

IT. SUCKS.

Poor Bay is dealing with 4 or 5 teeth shifting and cutting simultaneously. I'd have a more accurate number if I didn't fear losing a finger while examining her mouth.

Looking at the pic here, I've determined that she's working on her two upper canines, possibly an upper second molar, a lower lateral incisor, and a lower first molar. 

Yikes! 

I remember that Frankie cut all four top teeth at once and we were alternating tylenol and ibuprofen to keep him comfortable.  We were also advised to give him Hurricane gel (only available behind the pharmacy counter).  It was supposed to provide more relief than the Orajel, but it is no longer pediatrician recommended... they change opinions on these things so frequently! 

Did you know that if we had to endure teething as adults, we'd all be on morphine during it?  Pretty rough stuff these little ones have to endure - all in the name of chewing.  Wish I could save her the pain and let her live off of an ice cream diet.


 



"Why isn't this stuff working?"

Frankie & Weddings...

 

My boy has some wedding experience under his belt.  Starting way back before he was even 8months old when he wore his first tuxedo to Grammy and Grampy's wedding.  He ended up in only the tux shirt and diaper by the end of the evening... which was almost as cute as the full tux gear.



Fast forward a few years to mine and Don's wedding.  Frankie stayed fully clothed for this one and walked both of us down the isle.  Way too cute - look at my little guy...

A little man!  He sat well during the ceremony - even while the squirrels threw chestnuts at our heads (I'm telling you, that should have been a sign for the craziness I was signing up for!)



Next up was ring bearer duties at Aunt Lisa and Uncle Ben's wedding and he was able to rock a tux once again.  Here he is checking out the limo.  I'm sure it got his stamp of approval!




Tux time again at Uncle Scott and Aunt Jess's wedding.  Check out my two handsome guys.  With all the previous weddings he was a part of, Frankie hardly needed any guidance here.  He was awesome.



Here's Frank, his cousin, Lane, and the other ringbearer making their way down the aisle.  Frank took his role as the oldest kid pretty seriously and did a great job 'helping' Laners make it to the alter.



She was just to cute not to post a shot of - even if
  this one is supposed to be all about FZ!





I don't have reception pictures yet, but I should mention that Frankie TORE IT UP on the dance floor and decided to rip his shirt off on more than one occasion.   At 8months, it was the pants.. at 6 years old, it was the shirt.  Guess things have a way of coming full circle!

Charlie Belle

Well, it's Charlie's turn to to be featured in the blog, but she's really boring. I mean, she's adorable and amazing, but not very exciting writing material is coming from her just yet. See - she even bores herself. Could she look any more disinterested?

She had her two month shots (2mos old already!) on Thursday and handled it like a champ. She's looking perfect according to the doc.  Her stats: 23" long, 13# 4oz - putting her in the 97th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height.  Oddly, her and Bailey have the same exact percentiles, but reversed.  BK may end up being drafted for the WNBA!

CJ has followed in her older siblings footsteps and become an amazing sleeper.  She go down anywhere between 8-10pm and sleep until sometime between 5:30-8am.  She is currently still on the liquid gold formula - the canister you see pictured is about $22 a pop!  That's a far cry from the $13 we had been paying for a canister almost twice this size, but she's doing really well with it so we aren't changing a thing!  At 6mos, the pediatrician would like us to switch back to see if she's outgrown the milk protein allergy.  I'm not looking forward to that!

CJ looks a little more enthused here!










More tomorrow with some weddin' pics! Yay Scott and Jess!

Girly Girl

So, anyone who knows me is aware of my love for all things "girly". I especially love that having two little girls gives me ample opportunity to coordinate outfits, hair accessories, earrings, shoes, etc.

We're taking it up a notch.

It turns out that Bailey doesn't share my appreciation of nail polish... (Thankfully, we DO share a love of shoes!) I decided that Uncle Scott's wedding this weekend would be the perfect chance to showcase "pretty hands", but BK had other ideas. Our first attempt involved a highchair, two very squirmy legs/feet, an unhappy baby, and a lot of smeared pink polish (luckily it came off of the wood chairs quite easily :) It was time to employ drastic measures - a covert operation.

Look at how cooperative Bailey was (albeit unknowingly!) It was easy to paint those bitty nails when they were just dangling there! And she didn't even flinch!  What a good girl.

The end result may be a bit sloppy (it was a little dark in her room), but I can guarantee that she won't stay still long enough for anyone to examine
and notice the flaws.

Inspired by Misty's blog (and Vanessa's sarcasm), I'm attempting to resurrect this bad boy once again!  We'll see how it goes, but I wouldn't hold your breath.

It's SUMMERTIME!  Happy days are here again (?) So far we've had a good start, but we're still trying to map out all the things we'd like to accomplish this summer...  #1 on the list is a wedding next weekend that both Frankie and Don are in - that of course requires wearing dreaded buttons.  FZ is less than thrilled.  What is it with the button phobia that has lasted for almost five years?  That's right - it started way back when he was barely two!  I decided to investigate...

Koumpounophobia: Fear of buttons
The fear of buttons on clothing, known as button phobia or koumpounophobia, is an irrational phobia which is, perhaps surprisingly, a fairly common fear.

Seriously?  I read a little more and was intrigued.  It turns out that Frankie's fear (or rather, aversion) is pretty mild compared to the terror some feel at the sight of a button.

I asked Frankie to talk to me about buttons: "Buttons are scary, they're like monsters, they look like blood sucking monsters and they make you look like a nerd."

I noted that if someone was REALLY afraid of buttons that they probably wouldn't be able to handle the movie Coraline

He thought about that and said, "Ok, I can really, really HATE buttons and still handle Coraline!"

Phew!  Not in need of Kouma-whatch-ma-call-it therapy (yet!)

whoa...

Holy crap - I have a blog! Those who know me well could have guessed how consistent these posts would be.

Lots of time has passed and some pretty major things have happened... um, I had a baby and I have another one on the way already. Bailey is 10 months old and will be a big sister in April 2010. Don has a job now and I don't. Frankie is a 6 yr old Kindergartner. One thing remains consistent - I'm still one of the luckiest and most fortunate people I know.

Maybe now that I'm a stay at home momma I'll be better at staying on top of these updates, huh? Step 1 - remember that you created a blog...