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The Week of Firsts

Evan is now speaking in sentences, at least when he wants to declare his love for pizza!!! "Love you pizza" and "open the door" mark Evan's first two sentences. Not as sentimental as I would have liked, but memorable nonetheless.

Speaking of firsts, Drew smiled and continues to do so on a regular basis. Just not when my camera is out. He's fairly advanced given the fact that he is supposed to be only 3 weeks old!!! But then again I have known he is a genius for some time now. Hopefully pictures will follow soon.

Disney Obsessed

Happy Thanksgiving

Drew must have eaten lots of turkey today. Check out those jowls and those chins. Must be the trytophan that makes him so sleepy too!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

What a difference a year can make

I know, I know, it's not even Thanksgiving and I am posting Christmas pictures?!! Well, I am an adult now and if I want to decorate my house for Christmas the week before Thanksgiving, I can! If I want to take my son to see Santa in November, I can do that too! It's my favorite time of year, and being that is still in the 80's here in Florida, I need a little extra help to get into the spirit.

It was the same Santa and he wore the same outfit as last year. But Evan was much more frightened this year. Last year, they had me back him onto Santa's lap, so he really didn't even know he was on a stranger's lap. Santa didn't even speak a word, in order to not scare him. But this year, they thought Evan would be big enough to not be scared. No such luck. He was terrified. After a few Dora songs, toys, and Shamu chants, we got this picture. The tears had barely dried by the time they snapped the camera away, but there is a semi-smile behind it all. And my bright yellow shoulder in the corner, but don't mind that. Also, please ignore the extra leg between Evan's legs. He wouldn't even consider being near Santa without me right by his side, or underneath him for that matter. Remind me next year to wear green please!

Not Me Monday

I didn't plug in a Bath and Body Works Christmas scented plug in behind my Christmas tree in order to trick house guests into thinking I have a real tree!! Not Me!

I don't 100% of the time have a Dora the Explorer song stuck in my head. Neither does Evan, because I don't hear him over the monitor in the middle of the night singing, Dora Dora Dora the Explorer!

Evan wasn't terrified of Santa so much to the point he was crying and wouldnt' sit on his lap. We didn't finally ask Santa's helper to do the Shamu chant, which was immediately succesful in drawing out a smile from Evan. (To all those non-Orlandonians (I think I just made that word up) the Shamu chant involves hand motions and saying, duh duh duh duh, Shamu Shamu, in order to get Shamu to come out and do tricks at the Shamu stadium in Sea World). Evan is some what obsessed with Shamu. And apparently the chant doesn't just get Shamu to come out and play, but it gets us a good picture with Santa.

We aren't in the beginning stages of potty training, and Evan didn't tell us he needed to poop when we threw him on the potty as fast as we could. In all of the commotion, a small peice didn't fall to the floor and before we could pick it up, poop-lovin Corky didn't eat it up!!!

We don't have to be careful now when we go to public restrooms with Evan, because he doens't say "peeyoo, stinky poopy" regardless of what the circumstance is!

I didn't make homemade spanks the other day with a pair of scissors and some control-top panty hose, because I couldn't find my real ones. Because I have clearly lost all my baby weight already!

Thankful

I am thankful for three things, most of all. And they are all sitting right here. Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Feast

Friday was Evan's Thanksgiving Feast at School. There was no turkey or stuffing, potatoes or pies there. That's for the birds. We feasted on chicken nuggets, mac n' cheese, cookies and juice! My favorite part was when I arrived early and peeked through the window to see them singing "if you're happy and you know it", Evan was in the front row singing as loud as he could. Then they all sat down in their seats, folded their hands and said grace. It brought tears to my eyes!

Yasmine's 3rd Birthday

Once again I posted the pictures backwards. Which wouldn't be a big deal if the birthday girl didn't end up getting wet in the pool at the end of the party.

A fun game Yasmine thought up where she spits water from the pool at Evan. He loved it!
What a fun Mom Yasmine has, to let her play in the pool in her party dress!

MMMMM, cake.

Evan waiting "patiently" for the hostess to cut the cake. I edited out the drool from his chin!!

The Tinkerbell cake!

The party was complete with a Magician. He was a big hit with Evan, mostly due to his snazzy Nemo vest.

Baby Ellie (Evan's first real crush).

Tinkerbell Kaila

Evan and his buddy Bowen blowing bubbles, or rather dumping the bubble solution onto the ground. That's way more fun!

The Dad's Corner (Paul never imagined just a few years ago that he would be spending a Saturday morning during football season at a Tinkerbell party in a corner feeding a baby. But he takes it all in stride and is the best Dad I know! Brantley, also pictured her, comes in second!!!)

8 Weeks Old

Drew will be 8 weeks old tomorrow. He is probably about 7.5 lbs, he was 7 lbs at his last weigh in one week ago. He is about 20 inches long. He still sleeps all day. He hates tummy time. He loves being held. He hates photoshoots. He loves his big brother. We are all smitten, even in the midst of an all night crying spree.

Wordless Wednesday

I love me a sleeping baby!

Quiet Moments

Aaaahhh, if only more moments were this peaceful, especially ones between the hours of 10pm and 7am (the hours Drew has decided he would prefer to be awake and mostly cry during as of late). I shouldn't complain though, he's home and healthy and that's what matters. But a little more sleep when the sun is down would be nice!!!

Not Me Monday

I definitely don't seriously feel like a hypochondriac, because in Evan's two short years of life he has been to a dietitian, a physical therapist, a speech therapist, a pediatric dentist, a Craniofacial doctor and almost a radiologist (last week due to a limp that thankfully disappeared).

Corky surely didn't lick Drew's little butt when I was changing his poopy diaper last week. That would just be gross.

Evan did not throw my cell phone in the toilet a couple of weeks ago, and when it broke, I certainly didn't tell the sales lady at Verizon that my son threw it in the bath tub instead of the toilet since she was holding in her hand when she asked me how it broke.

I did not accidentally take one of Farley's Prozac pills instead of my vitamin the other day and immediately try to throw up and after no success call the pediatrician in a crying panic only to find out it's fine and one pill won't hurt Drew through my breast milk.

Evan certainly didn't look at a Papa John's gift card that a friend gave me and say "Papa's Pizza". The card didn't have a pizza on it, nor did I mention to him where it was from. Apparently he now knows the logo and knows what it means. Did I mention I haven't done much cooking in about two months!!!