Eight Months Old

I just realized that he's closer to a year old than to a baby. And that makes me just a little bit sad. John is sitting up now. You have to put him in the sitting position and if he tips over he can't get back up again but he can sit. He tries to sit up, you can see him using his little tummy muscles to maneouver back but he just can't get back up.

He also says "dada". Well, it's more like "dadadadada" but it's good enough for Steven. He also glosses over the fact that John also called the spoon "dada".

John reaches for me now. It's the cutest thing ever. Those chubby little arms reaching up to me so I can lift him up. (which I do far too often) He's doing quite well at bedtime now. Generally he goes to sleep between 830-900pm and he'll sleep thru to between 530-630am. And I'll nurse him and he'll generally doze again untl between 830-900am.

Oh, and he's rolling too. He's a rolling FOOL. I can't get over how fast such a little person can move by simply rolling around. Poor Riley.


I just can't describe all the new things that he's doing or how incredible it is to be a mom. I know it's nothing new or amazing to other people but to us he's simply amazing.

Strike a pose

Alex & Charlie

Alex, Charlie and John.

Charlie & Alex. I think she was trying to crawl on top of Alex.

My son, what a ladies man. He's trying to chew on Charlie's foot.

I love this picture.

It's Not a Tumor

(It's alot funnier if you imagine Arnold Schwartzenegger saying it)

I was talking with my mom earlier tonight and the subject of smoking came up. I quit 7 or 8 years ago, I can't exactly remember when. And my mom quit 37 years ago.

Mom: How much did you smoke?
Me: about half a pack a day.
Mom: That's not that much. I used to smoke a pack, sometimes more.
Me: That's alot.
Mom: yeh, but then when you think you have a tumor...
Me: what? A tumor?
Mom: Yeh, that's why I quit.
Me: Wait a second. You told me that you quit when you were pregnant with me.
Mom: yeh, it wasn't a tumor. It was you.

Okay, by this time I'm laughing my ASS off.
Mom: didn't I tell you this story?
Me: obviously not.
Mom: well I thought it was a tumor but then 9 months later you came out.

Alright then. I'm still laughing at this story. My mom, she's so funny.

Playdate Odds

In all the playdates that I've been to lately, everyone has been fantastic. All the moms are great to talk to and very friendly. All the babies are adorable and well, babies. But in all logic, no matter what kind of gathering, there's always at least one. You know what I'm talking about. At least one odd duck. So Steven & I have come to the conclusion that:

I MUST BE THE ODD DUCK.

Hello, my name is Lori and I am an odd duck.

Huh?

"What?????"

Sorry, my bad

Steven is mad at me. Permit me to explain.

We were at a hockey game and I was sitting on his right and some stranger was on his left. We were watching the game and talking.

Me: Look at that goalie, she's homely.

Steven: Shhh!!! (frantically gesturing to the stranger beside him) That's her mom sitting beside me.

Me: (I glance over, and casually shrug my shoulders) Oh yes, they look alike.

Oh wait, have I mentioned that IT WAS IN HIS DREAM? Yes, A DREAM. And he's mad at me. He woke up after the dream, and apparently was so disturbed that he tossed and turned for the rest of the night. This was a couple of nights ago.

Be Mine

Happy Valentine's Day!

Awww, how sweet.

Until someone got kicked in the head.

Look, here's the action shot.

Slip, Sliding... Away...

THE VICTIM.

My poor innocent tree, standing around minding its own business..

And some moron who can't judge the icy (ICY! ICY!) road conditions fails to drive accordingly. As you can see, he went through the intersection and onto our property. Asshat. I mean, look at the tire marks. Look how close he came to my house.

LOOK HOW CLOSE HE CAME TO MY HOUSE!!!!


John just can't believe it either. Idiots, I tell ya!

And I don't have anything else to say about this. I mean, people... when it's icy... slow the FUCK down. I don't mean to say that he was speeding because I'm sure he wasn't but he also wasn't adjusting his driving to winter conditions. When I predicted that we'd lose our tree this winter, I actually meant our other tree on the boulevard, not this gigantic old pine tree. (that I love)